The Name Stealer

At the lobby, the man walked quickly. Dressed smartly in a navy blue suit, leather shoes, and holding a metal briefcase, he walked with an air of importance and pride around him. Even among all of the professional-looking people in the lobby, he really stood out among all of them.

In a rush as he walked, he glanced down at his watch when he bumped into something.

"Oh, sorry about that," he muttered. After regaining his composure, he looked up towards the person he just bumped into.

A teenager, around 18 years of age, stood there, his hands holding a clipboard with some papers on top. Sensing this chance, the teen spoke up.

"No worries, sir. Would you like to take part in this survey though? It shouldn't take 5 minutes of your time."

Usually, the man wouldn't bother with these things. However, he felt a bit guilty over the bump, so he decided to oblige the teen. Gesturing towards the teen to give him the clipboard, the man took out his pen from the breast pocket of his suit.

As he filled up the survey, the teen took a peek at the form.

"Mr...Alistair, is it? Alistair Morgan?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"That's..quite the unique name, Mr Alistair."

Alistair paused, and looked up at the teen. With a grin, he said,

"Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it actually. The Morgan family has always had unique names, and we always raise up distinguished individuals."

"So...you wouldn't mind if I...take it, do you?"

Alistair felt a chill down his spine. Suddenly, the teen's eyes were cold. Emotionless. As if he was not human. He looked around, but he could not see anyone in the lobby, that was full of people just a second ago. He tried to run, but his legs froze.

From the teenager's body, something similar to tentacles appeared. But Alistair could not take a good look at it, he could only grasp the shape of them. The tentacles appeared to be as dark as night itself.

They reached out to Alistair, surrounding him. They changed shapes, and started expanding, eventually forming a huge sphere with Alistair in its centre. With a snap of the finger from the teenager, the sphere shrunk, compressing itself until it reached the shape of a small cube.

He flicked his finger, and the tentacles brought the cube to the teenager. Slowly, his body absorbed the cube, and a sphere formed around him as well. It shrunk slowly, forming the shape of a man.

The darkness seeped away from the teenager, who now had a new appearance. He took a look around. He was still in the lobby, with people moving in and out in a hurry. No one had even noticed that the teenager was gone.

"Mr Alistair! There you are!"

He turned around, and saw a woman rushing towards him.

"You're going to be late for the meeting! Please get into the car."

As he was being led towards the Mercedes-Benz parked outside, he turned around to look at the lady, and asked.

"What's your name again?"