fandomtownies | Fandom Fire Station, Sunday morning

Back in Seattle, Travis had gotten donuts for the station on a regular basis, usually resulting in a good natured battle over who got the bavarian cream and who got stuck with blueberry. He missed that level of camaraderie in the all-but-empty Fandom station, so while he certainly didn't need a donut right now, when he saw the flier plastered awkwardly over the station's sign, he pulled it down and gave it a thoughtful look.

"They should just call it 'DCDD'," he muttered as he scrolled through the menu. "Ooo, this one has fruit loops on it!"

He put in an order, figuring he'd give the fruit loops donut a try, and if it was any good, maybe he'd make ordering a regular thing. Keep a box in the reception area, lure in more visitors. . . .

The hole	Maybe five minutes after he placed his order, a little perfectly round hole opened up in the floor by the reception desk. It swiveled around, searching the mostly clean area for anything to swallow up, then finally found a discarded pen. The hole grew fractionally larger.
Travis	Travis hadn't noticed the hole yet. He was poking around at his phone, playing one of those "match three" games that were always popping up trying to capitalize on Candy Crush's success.
The hole	The hole found a dog toy. The dog toy fell in. The hole grew a little larger.
Probie	Travis might still be oblivious, but Probie wasn't. She crept forward to sniff at the hole. It'd picked up one of her toys. Maybe it wanted to play?
The hole	The hole crept forward at Probie, then swooped in fast. It was big enough now to catch both her forelegs at once.
Probie	Probie squawked, nearly toppling in, but managed to jump away at the last moment. She barked at the hole. She didn't like that game.
Travis	Travis looked up from his phone. "What is it, girl?"
The hole	The hole darted under the desk.
Travis	Probie looked around wildly, sniffing and barking. Travis hopped up from his chair, knocking over a pen cup as he did. "Shit. Is there a cockroach? Or one of those green things?"
The hole	The hole went right for the pen cup as soon as it hit the ground, gorging itself on each pen and then the cup itself. It had more than doubled in size now.
Travis	"What." Travis stared at it. Probie barked, and hid behind his leg.
The hole	The hole destabilized the chair, toppling it over.
Travis	Travis moved slowly forward. Probie hung back, looking like she thought maybe her human had lost his mind. "Is that — is that a hole?"
The hole	The hole darted over to a table, destabilizing it as well and sending everything on it — mostly paperwork and some odd tchotchkes, to the floor, where it swallowed up each. It was nearly two feet across now, and getting braver. It headed for Probie.
Probie	Probie barked wildly at it, prancing in place, then leaping out of the way when it got too close. Travis followed suit, even as he tried to work out how the hell a hole in the floor was chasing them around the station lobby like an aggressive beast.
The hole	The hole found the toppled chair and swallowed it up. It was a good three feet wide now, and though it didn't have any that Travis could see, it was clearly making eyes at his desk.
Travis	Travis scooped Probie off the floor — that thing was definitely big enough to take a pup like her down before she could react, and retreated into the garage. How the hell did you fight a hole? Other than to avoid it, anyway. He couldn't stabilize it from below, as far as he knew there was nothing below the station's bottom floor. And the way it moved, it wasn't as though he could just throw a piece of plywood over it while he got the materials to fill it in properly!
The hole	The hole followed them into the garage. There was so much more stuff in here to turn into trash! There were open-fronted lockers full of turnouts and hoses and boots! It ran along the wall, upsetting the first few and swallowing up their contents until it was large enough to start taking whole racks of them down in one go. Soon it was more than ten feet in diameter, and Travis found himself backed into a corner, Probie clutched in his arms, wondering if they'd be safe scrambling up on the fire engine. On a normal one he was sure they would be — those things were enormous, surely this hole had a maximum size at some point, right? — but the Fandom engine was tiny, barely bigger than a couple golf carts strapped end to end — The hole slid under the engine and it slowly tipped, then fell into its strange, inky depths.
Travis	Travis ran for the stairs.
The hole	The hole rushed after him, taking down the aid rickshaw and an assortment of other equipment on its way.
Travis	Travis just barely made it onto the stairway, then stared down in horror as the hole slid under the bottom stair. Fortunately, the stairwell was well attached to the rest of the building, and only wobbled a little when it was suddenly no longer supported from below. Travis sat down with a sigh that was equal parts relief and distress. What the hell was he supposed to do now? There was a giant — mobile — hole in his station! This was not covered in the firefighter's handbook!
The hole	The hole darted around some more, trying to destabilize the stairs so that Travis and Probie would fall in, but it was no good. It swallowed up the last of the lockers, then took out the little Fandom ladder truck. It slid back into reception and took out the whole desk, then went into the office and cleared out all the furniture in there. Soon it was enormous, easily forty or fifty feet across, and only getting bigger as more and more of the station fell in.
Travis	Travis huddled on the stairs with Probie as the floor once again disappeared into blackness, this time a dark that covered the entire garage. The stairs shook. The walls groaned. The entire fire station wobbled, then toppled into the dark.
The hole	The hole, satisfied, winked out of existence again, leaving behind nothing but a few busted pipes and an empty concrete slab.

[THE HOLE TAKES ITS FIRST VICTIM. NFI, but people are welcome to notice, you know, the GIANT MISSING BUILDING. And, you know, note the events in the radio broadcast.]