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- Ambience— use headphones.
Warnings:
- Body Horror
- Suicidal ideation
- Claustrophobia
- Shaking text
Author's infodump ramble:
HUGE thank you to everyone who helped in this project. I've been wanting to fix up this page for SOOOO fucking long yall have no idea. I wanted to make Kirai isolated from the Pantheon— let it be its own page, and write a good "Backrooms wiki" article before worrying about all the other stuff.
The monster is always scarier when you don't see it, and all that. I really think you guys are in for a treat here.
Shoutouts:
Praetor3005 - Very cool (gave me greenlight and crit :)
C-Graph - Motivated me to start this damn thing, gave me top tier crit
Natedagreat563 - Crit me like 8 times jfc thanks man
scutoid studios - CSS
stellate - General feedback and motivation to make a page actually worthy of their fan art
PrinceBun - General feedback and concepts
Poliacci - General feedback and concepts
Sariastuff - Crit me like 4 times wtf man ty
centurys lute the same reason as Eggi, good criticism of the original page
Overseer Michael sits back in his chair, head resting on one hand as he massages his temple.
Ever since he took over the position of Overseer A in the M.E.G., the day to day life of the job sent him in a downward spiral of monotonous boredom— the kind that would set any typical wanderer on a fast track to becoming a pile of sentient red mush.
Today, he finds himself at the head of an office table in Base Alpha, hearing reports from the past quarter of new developments in the research field. It was bad enough that the meeting was boring him to death, but what had to be worse was the incessant tone his Underseers took with him. Despite having been one of the major driving forces behind the revival of the M.E.G., despite being one of the oldest members of the organization, everyone still treated him like a child. He had been working for the M.E.G. for over thirty years now, but he was still locked in the body of a skinny twenty-four year old male. Effective immortality was a curse. The sheer disrespect alone! He envied those who were trapped here with a more dignifying appearance. It was the main reason he did most of his work from the shadows anyway.
“—and so that’s how we managed to figure out where the strings of Warning Kites go! A? A? A, are you even listening? MICHAEL!”
Overseer A flicks his eyes upward towards the researcher, focusing on him with a bored expression. “Yes. I am.”
“Well, if you could pay more attention, I would really appreciate it. This isn’t high school, you can’t just blow off everything that doesn’t interest you.”
Overseer A sighs, leaning forward in his chair. He spins around towards the front of the room, resting his elbows on the meeting table, and his chin on top of his hands.
“Doesn’t interest me? I absolutely can. It comes with the job description. You all called me here today announcing an 'urgent breakthrough,' And yet all you’ve delivered to me in the past three agonizing hours has been either irrelevant, or restatements of things we already know. To be more blunt, this meeting has felt like a waste of time.”
The researcher puts his hands on his hips.
“Do not take that tone with me. Just because you have a position doesn’t mean you know what is or isn’t important.”
Overseer A shakes his head.
“You’ve got it all wrong. All of you. What is it we even do as an organization?”
An awkward silence fills the room.
“We’re the Major Explorer Group. We explore. We record information on what we find so that it may be of use to the innocents who find themselves trapped in this monotonous buzzing hell.”
Overseer A pauses for effect.
“So please, do enlighten me— how exactly will spending three months of resources looking into where the string of a kite goes when out of sight serve to benefit the masses, over literally anything else?”
Overseer A stands up from his seat, resting his hands on the back of his chair.
“I appreciate the work you put in. I really do. But you’re all stuck in the old ways— we simply aren’t the same group anymore. We need to prioritize the absolutely essential problems we face in the day to day. So far, you've all shared very informative research— take pride in that. However, the question becomes: why is it necessary for me to be here? I'm not your babysitter.”
Overseer A looks around the room. All eyes are on him.
"So with that, I ask but one question: does anyone have something for us today that warrants my presence, or should I just call this meeting adjourned?"
Almost on cue, an angry pounding on the meeting room door makes everyone jump. As Overseer A opens the door, a lone researcher frantically stumbles in, out of breath.
"Sir… there's… there's been an accident…"
Overseer A raises an eyebrow.
"Calm down, calm down. Take your time. What is it?"
The researcher gulps for air, and straightens themself out.
“So… our top researchers at base Alpha have been working around the clock to develop a possible cure to the Entity 73 infection. We were actually able to produce a substance with very promising results— in testing, almost all of the Abyssal Ooze cells were completely destroyed."
Overseer A nods, listening carefully. His eyes pierce through the researcher, signifying that for the first time today, someone has grabbed his full attention.
“I see. My respects to your team for your dedication. While this is most fortunate news, what seems to be the issue?” Overseer A asks.
The researcher takes a deep breath.
“We’ve already produced our first batch of antidote. It has yet to be tested properly yet, but there is one thing that does need your… consideration.”
Overseer A raises an eyebrow. “Well? Spit it out then.”
The researcher takes a dry swallow.
"One of our team members, Ben, was exposed to Entity 73 during the final stages of laboratory testing roughly two hours ago. Since then, they have progressed through every stage of the infection process, and their cocoon is currently being held in containment in our on-site ICU. The reason we have called you here today is simple— we believe that through administration of our cure, we can save their life before Kirai possesses their body."
Overseer A appears to zone out, staring at the wall.
“Sir?”
With a sigh of bereavement, Overseer A heads for the door.
“Then lets get moving, shall we?”
The bright lights of a hospital operating room flash on, as two members of the M.E.G. medical staff approach Ben’s hardened body. The stark yellow of their hazmat suits strain the eyes of Overseer A and the young researcher, who are looking in from beyond the glass of an observation room.
The two caretakers make haste as they quickly prepare the room for whatever possible unforeseen events might transpire. Various different types of medical machinery are powered up and ready. Plastic coats the entire room, giving it an artificial shine. No matter what struggles present themself, the M.E.G. staff has an answer for almost every outcome they could think of.
“Ready?” The first nurse asks, looking at her companion.
“Yeah. We don’t have much time, so let’s hurry.”
The two take a quick glance to the glass window of the observation room, and after being given the thumbs up from Overseer A, they set about retrieving the necessary materials from a nearby tray. A hammer and chisel, and a syringe of clear fluid.
The first nurse grabs the tools, making her way over towards the top of the bed. She places the chisel at the center point of the back of the skull, and prepares to hammer it in. Without a second thought, the hammer connects with the chisel resulting in a sickening crunch, much too lightly for anyone’s liking.
“Syringe.” She says, turning around to her assistant.
As she turns back around, she takes a reactive step away. The “skull” of the cocoon has been cracked open, but instead of a body or fractured skull, all she can see is black liquid flowing around inside the casing. It flows freely out, running onto the floor like a volcano at a school science fair.
Having been around the block a few times, she presses on. With no options left, she places the syringe inside the cavity and presses down on the plunger, mixing the two fluids inside the casing.
The silence is deafening as everyone waits for a reaction.
A few minutes pass, and it’s starting to seem like the experiment has been a failure. The group is just about to call it quits when they hear a slight muffled noise coming from underneath the black chitin.
The assistant quickly identifies the source of the noise, and grabs the chisel and hammer from the nurse. He places the spike over the mouth of the body, and gives it a light tap. He desperately grabs at the face, ripping the calcified mask from the body to reveal the screaming head of Ben.
BlackPainInfinityChaosArmageddonEngineConciousnessEmpyreanSuffocatingVoid“HELP ME— PLEASE! YOU’VE GOT TO GET ME OUT OF HERE! I CAN’T GO BACK THERE, I CAN’T. I CAN’T GO BACK THERE. I CA…”
The nurses rush into action, quickly grabbing the hammer and chisel. They desperately try to break off as much of the hardened substance as they can, all the while hearing the desperate cries of their coworker thrashing against the restraints on the bed.
CrossingDepthsPowerKiraiPossessionTormentEternityChaosOmniverseRebirth“GET ME OUT OF HERE! MOVE THE FUCK ALONG! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP! DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE FUCKING CHISEL, USE A FUCKING SLEDGEHAMMER! PLEASE! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO GO FASTER!”
The first nurse continues working as fast as she can with the chisel as her assistants sprint around the room to search for anything to use. With nothing else in sight, he grabs an IV stand, running back over to the main bed. Ben's face is contorted into an indescribable mask of pain and fear, as their eyes dart quickly from side to side, searching for… something.
The assistant begins using the metal pole in place of a sledgehammer, and together the two nurses slowly chip away at the living coffin surrounding Ben. Their screams only intensify as time goes on, and they sound almost inhuman. Their speech becomes garbled and incoherent, as the sound of liquid filling their throat mutes their screams into a wet gurgle.
The next few seconds feel like an eternity.
Their head folds in itself and begins to dissolve, like a tomato left out far too long in the summer sun. Black ooze swirls around the head, and overtakes it completely as the collapsed body reforms itself in an endless deluge of swirling muck. Behind the glass, Overseer A tenses for a moment before quickly shoving the young observing researcher to the floor. Before she has time to react, a black tendril crashes into the window, shattering the thick glass into a sparkling crystalline rain.
Inside the operating room, two more tendrils wrap around each of the nurses, slamming them into the walls and restraining them. The impact shakes the room, and the lights flicker rapidly before shutting off, blanketing the room in darkness.
The sound of rushing liquids fills the air as two bright white ovals illuminate the blackness. Though producing very little light, they brighten the enigmatic figure’s face just enough for everyone to get a very clear glimpse of who they’re dealing with.
Overseer A throws open the door to the ICU with a slam, causing Kirai to slowly turn its head to the side.
Overseer A scowls back at the abomination in front of him. The twisted mass of Abyssal Ooze and flesh clings together in a crude humanoid shape, as frail imitations of clothing and hair manifest out of the blackness of its body. Its eyes stretch out as wide ovals in the center of its head, and it lacks a mouth from which to speak. Whatever the creature standing in front of him is, it looks… wrong.
“Kirai. Would you mind explaining what the fuck you’re doing to my employees?” Overseer A asks with a bored expression. His arms are lazily crossed as he stares down the entity. This is just a normal Tuesday for him.
Kirai ignores Overseer A’s comment, and it reaches a hand up to its head, carving a sickly grin into its pulsating black flesh with an index finger. Its face ripples like liquid, smoothening itself out as it tilts its head to the side. A voice rings out in the minds of those present, slowly oozing over their brains like molasses.
“Michael. Long time no see.”
The creature's mouth moves with the words, but no sound is emitted. The speech pattern is irregular— almost robotic. It was as if someone was given all the instructions on how to speak, but had never actually done so. The black flesh pulses and writhes as it speaks, the lips of the creature moving erratically in a pale imitation of speech.
Overseer A rolls his eyes, unphased by the sight. “Cut the shit, asshole. If it's me you want, then by all means, come and get me. Just let my associates leave.” Overseer A looks up at the electric light on the ceiling, and snaps his fingers, returning the room to brightness.
Kirai shrugs apathetically. It releases the two medical workers, and its tendrils all retract into its back, becoming reabsorbed into its flesh. The nurses hit the ground with a thud, and scurry out of the room as fast as they can.
Overseer A barely pays them any mind. “Thank you. Now, what is it you want?”
Black tendrils rise from the ground, forming themselves into a chair for Kirai. As it reclines in its seat, Kirai flicks their finger in A’s direction, causing a white plastic lawn chair to appear next to them.
“Fuck off. I’ll stand.” Overseer A says dryly. “What do you want?”
Kirai crosses their legs, and props their elbow up on the arm of the chair. They rest their head on their closed fist, as if this is the most mind-numbingly pointless thing it could possibly be doing.
As Kirai remains unmoving, Michael senses it demanding an apology. The raw energy pulses into the small room, and Michael began to physically feel Kirai's pure emotion being hammered into his core. The pressure alone was completely overwhelming— he felt like he was submerged halfway in a swimming pool filled with honey. Words were completely unnecessary at this point, as Michael felt himself experiencing Kirai's message. It was vexed by the difficulty to find a compatible host, yet it still remained disdainful. Overseer A felt the words Kirai would throw: Weak, inconvenient. Shoddy, fragile. Passable, mediocre.
The amorphous figure stands up from the chair, and leans in close to Overseer A’s face. He can feel the intensity of the entity’s aura radiate into the surrounding area. It feels like someone just crammed a ball of tinfoil into his mouth. Kirai is making a point— one that Michael reads as clear as day.
Overseer A takes a step back, but crosses his arms.
“Fine. We’re sorry. What else do you want me to say? You’re a hazard to the safety of humanity here.”
Kirai leans back away from Overseer A, straightening itself. “I have a role to fulfill, Michael. A job to be done— as do you.”
Kirai walks past him, patting him on the shoulder as it leaves. “Nice chat. Let’s not do this again, hmm?”
Overseer A lets out an exasperated breath.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
