Physical Description
An instance of the orange variation of Dumb Gum, found within a vending machine in Level 201. This instance of Dumb Gum was presumably formed in a cold area.
Object 9, also commonly referred to as Dumb Gum, is a soft, edible substance that's visually similar to chewing gum found in the Frontrooms. It has a generally rubbery consistency due to its composition of melted sand, though remains relatively solid when left untouched due to the formation process which compacts its interior.
Dumb Gum can be found in a variety of different colors and shapes, though mainly appears as either a light violet or warm orange color. This is largely due to its formation process; it starts out as sand deep below the dunes of Level 201, but pressure of the sand above it causes it to slowly rise in heat. This heat melts the sand, turning it into a soft substance, which will slowly cool down and harden over time, producing instances of Object 9. The form that the Dumb Gum shapes into is dependent on which area of Level 201 it is created in. If made along the shore, waves from the ocean will cause the molten sand to rise in large sheets, which would then subsequently break into their respective rectangular pieces. If made in one of the more chilly sections of the level, the cold will cause it to harden and compact into smaller pieces which also have a much firmer exterior.
Psychological Effects
When consumed, Dumb Gum doesn't appear to cause any immediate abnormal effects. It has been described as having an extremely citrusy flavor which may cause one to spit it out upon first trying it. Individuals who have consumed this have stated that this flavor is very unique and they haven't been able to recreate it any other way, despite many attempts. Some individuals have been reported to regularly intake Object 9 and suffer its effects despite the mental strain it causes them.
Thirty minutes after consumption, recipients of the effects claim to feel a painful burning sensation within the back of their throats which gets increasingly irritating as time goes on, ceasing as soon as the next set of effects take place. Individuals will then slowly begin to lose motor skills, such as being able to stand, intake liquids, walking, talking, swimming, and, in rare cases, the ability to blink or breathe twenty minutes after the burning sensation is experienced. Five minutes following these effects, the individual affected will then faint for around an hour, waking up with no memory of what transpired whilst they were under its influence.
C'mon dude, this will be an epic prank!
I don't know bro, where did you even get this stuff?
201, man! This stuff is totally fire, once he takes it he'll be like a little baby.
And there won't be anything that hurts him…?
Not at all, this stuff is fine! I'll record it and show it to him after he wakes up, he'll find it hilarious!
…
[SOUND OF KNOCKING, FOLLOWED BY A SLOW CREAKING NOISE.]
Oh shit, you guys scared the hell out of me! What're you guys doing here this late?
We just wanted to chill, bro.
Oh, uh, yeah! You down to play smash?
Uh, sure, I guess. You guys can be here till twelve, but then y'all gotta go. Actually have something important to do tomorrow.
Sick!!!
[THE SOUND OF MUFFLED WALKING CAN BE HEARD, FOLLOWED BY THE SOUND OF PLASTIC RUSTLING AND AN UNKNOWN OBJECT CREAKING LOUDLY, PRESUMABLY A COUCH.]
Oh, Edwin, you want some gum?
Hm, depends. Flavor?
Orange.
Oh shit, sure!
[RUSTLING CAN BE HEARD, FOLLOWED BY SOUNDS OF GAGGING.]
Oh fuck, what the hell is this? Why is it so… orangey?
I don't care man, just pick the map already.
[THIRTY MINUTES PASS BY WITHOUT ANY NOTABLE EVENTS.]
Yeah, dude! That's what I was fucking say, then this bitch pulls out an act-
[SOUNDS OF VIOLENT SCREAMING CAN BE HEARD, FOLLOWED BY THE SOUND OF WATER AND VOMITING.]
Dude, you said this would be fine!
Listen, man, I don't know what happened. I haven't actually seen anyone eat it.
You made him take it without knowing what it would do???
The guy I got it from said it would be fine, I didn't think it would do this.
Alright. Fine. We ju-
[DISTANT INCOHERENT SHOUTING CAN BE HEARD, FOLLOWED BY A LOUD BANG. QUICK FOOTSTEPS CAN BE HEARD SHORTLY AFTER.]
Holy shit, man, he's knocked out.
I can fucking see that, lemme just…
[SOUNDS OF SLAPPING CAN BE HEARD.]
C'mon, dude, get the fuck up.
Where am I?
Why is the sky bleeding?
I can’t feel anything.
Why is it so cold.
Oh.
I can see it.
The crypt of the far off lord, felled by the passing sands.
Left to rot in his tomb of desert.
He calls out to me.
"Malachi" he calls me, yet I know no such name.
Has be bequeathed me his lordship within the crucible of my mind?
Why do I long for his touch even when he has long since abandoned me?
Perhaps he too had lost the way into the city of the lost.
And instead was teased by the tendrils of death.
…
God, let's just put him in his bed then check on him in the morning, we're doing anything to help him right now.
Alright. Should I leave the camera with him?
Wha- Dude, are you crazy? Why the hell did you keep filming after he started having a bad time?
I-I don't know, man. I just thought…
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