Sub-Level 267.1 - The Maw
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When you look into the past, what do you see?




Do you see all the good times? Do you see the embrace of a loved one?


Do you see pain? Suffering? Agonizing derailment of your own life? The very fragment of reality itself detaching from itself in frightening speed?





I know the answer. I know you do too.





You're lost forever. Never to see anyone again. Never to feel the same luxuries that you had even in the yellow hell you call "Level 0". There, you had some free choice to wander around. To take in the odd beauty that is this absolute hellscape that you call the "Backrooms".


Here you have nothing. You've discovered the mind of the beast. All the little lies that coerced you here? That was all me. The walls of flesh will envelop you. I'll make sure of it.


Did you truly think that I was detached from the creature that enveloped potentially one of the most dangerous levels in Hell? I am that creature.



I don't care if you're angry. You can wipe that ugly look off your face. This is all upon you. You and your unending curiosity have landed yourself in oblivion. I may have had some responsibility in getting you to the decrepit clones of old settlements, though that is small compared to curiosity.



I've seen it constantly from the M.E.G. in particular. They have good intentions, though their willingness to sacrifice themselves and their own will eventually be their downfall.




Do I hate them? No. I pity them.



They throw themselves at danger in hopes of getting information that sits right in front of them, waiting to be opened up and digested.




Out of pity, I shall share something with you that might be undesirable.


There is no escape from Hell. Even if there was an exit, would you really want to risk the demons of Hell rushing forth to greet a world untainted by their presence for generations untold?



Do you know the sheer size of my body? The knowledge untold in the mind you sit inside?




It is limitless. I know as well as you do that many of the so-called "levels" go on for infinity, with no end to an infinitely boring, terrifying stretch of pure monotony. Some include creatures that would tear the flesh from your bones and render your mind under the control of many a being that would learn more about your species.



Humanity is resilient to a fault.



Your kind flourishes in areas it should not. Sacrifices much so that more can live within areas intended to be inhospitable.


The Backrooms change all that.


You keep exploring, despite the M.E.G.'s insistence that you stick to safer levels. Creatures that you call "entities" come in to kill and enslave you. Some to trap you within a void so lonely, it'd drive one mad within mere days.


I know for a fact that's not what you want. You explore for a way out. Maybe, you want to realize the macabre destiny before it is proper time for you to leave reality entirely. You fell head first into death and intend to climb back out. I will not let you go.




You are so weak. So helpless. Do you truly think that your lack of claws or tools doesn't matter? Your endless scratching at the flesh will not yield any results. The pit will become deeper yet.




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Death approaches with a patient stride.




You will fall yet again, though not to the uncomfortable, horrifying embrace of the yellow hell. You fall into the maw of the beast.




I shall devour you and your mind.





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