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The death of innocence

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I will always love you, Philia.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR IMPLIED ASSAULT AND MURDER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Darkness, a cold and enveloping feeling of nothingness… When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see, I could only feel my body, my existence coming through. And yet… there was something wrong about me.

What was I?

Why was I alive?

No voice guided me. I felt no direction… There was nothing for me, nothing in my soul. I was a god, but a god of what? What was I made to be?

I didn't understand anything at all. Only that I felt so lost in a darkness that drowned me whole like a sense of suffocation. When I reached out with my hands, I felt the ground, and I made my way forward, alone.

Nameless, that's what I was. A god with no identity, "slower' than most. The divine ones were many, War, Chaos, Thought… They stood above and I was crushed underneath the bottom of the barrel. Scum, an ant. I grew used to it, that feeling of powerlessness. My body concealed in robes from head to toe, all to hide my shame.

I wondered if I should have just disappeared and eased the burden on my comrades' shoulders. I considered it and pondered further, there was a point where I even acted upon it. Thought about vanishing in the cosmos…

But then I saw light.

A pink, warm light.

Her.

Agape, she who incarnated Love.

When she first saw me, she gave me a name. Argos, the bright one. I was confused. Why name me? Why acknowledge me? She simply answered.

"Because you are a living being like me. We think, we speak, we feel. Why should I ignore you just because you haven't found yourself yet?"

I didn't understand her words. She was so different from the others, so… out of the box. She thought many things that I couldn't possibly know about. A singular apple paired with oranges. But she was the most shining apple, the only apple in the world, talking to rotten fruit.

I listened to her meticulously, she taught me many things. Life, growth, the beauty of fragile living beings. I learned to embrace such things as part of my bubble of existence. She was my guide.

"Isn't it beautiful? Every flower, every plant and entity… They grow, they expand. They have such wonderful lives! Every single thing is deserving of this appreciation, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. Life is wonderful, Argos… You must protect it. Every life form… Can you promise me that?"

I made an oath to her, that every single living being on this world would be under my protection. Even if I was a nameless god to all, to her… I was Argos the bright one, and Argos… mattered in the grand scheme of things. That was enough. That was my purpose, and it made her smile so bright that my chest felt like a heated furnace at the sight. Devotion as electrifying as a thousand thunders…

For a while, there was peace. Just me and her in this bubble of safety we created. I wished foolishly for this to be my eternity, but things could not stay still as such forever. Just like she said, the world changes… time passes. Only we divine ones remain stuck, as if we were not truly part of this dimension, but merely observers. Change came—we were no longer alone.

Human beings, the day they first broke through the barrier separating our world from theirs… The Backrooms changed with their arrival, mutating landscapes and creatures, as if it assimilated what human beings carried with them. She was amazed at the way those creatures changed it all. The others were curious, weary, but not her.

"Have you seen them, Argos? They grow! They start out so small… so precious… The way they feel and think… It's amazing! I wish we could be closer to them… Even just for a while… That we could… coexist, learn what they know. It's my greatest wish… Do you think one day it could ever come true?"

I wish I had told her no. That I didn't believe in said dream as well for even a moment. There is no peace for creatures like us, not in a world that ever changes. Those would just be crushed dreams in a sea of vanished hopes. Her hopes, which I could not fulfill. Because I was too weak.

If it wasn't for my helplessness, my desire to see her happy… Then…

None of it would have happened.

It was just a normal day.

She'd gone off on her own for the first time. To meet the humans, she said. To share flowers and stories. I let her go because she begged me to. The others wouldn't have let her, I was the only one she trusted with it… She smiled at me, reassured me…

"I'll be back soon, my dear."

She did not return. Never.

How did I let this happen? How?

My Agape, my burning light, crumbling to dust in my arms. She did not move, her body broken, a withered flower, thousands of withered flowers that died. The extermination of all innocence came with this singular putrid moment, 5 men plucking her petals until nothing remained. I felt my body being torn apart, the more I felt her slip away in my arms, until she vanished like dust in the morning wind.

That is when I finally understood.

The other gods were left gutted out from the inside, unable to handle the idea that they were mortal, that the light holding us all together was gone, just like that. None of us ever died, we were endless… or so we thought. But they didn't matter—nothing mattered…

I saw for the first time the truth of my existence.

A thousand eyes of mine opened.

I became Justice.

Every living being has sin, every living being is rotten. I was going to purge that sin, cleanse every rotten soul. It was that unforgivable act that allowed me to be reborn, guilt and the tremendous agony of loss.

Did she cry for me when they were tearing her part? Did she feel pain in her last moments?

Her form would not leave the sight of my thousand eyes. Crumpled flesh and mutilated skin. Her smile, an accusatory thing. It was my fault, she knew it was my fault. That is why I still saw her, even if she was gone. Thousands of her infecting my brain until madness was the closest thing to my situation. Despair, ever so clear, it's suffocating me. I could not be cleansed.

The peeling flesh of her body was a noose around my neck.
Forget? Impossible, unforgivable. It was impossible to forget the sight of something engraved in my mind, the sight that was the only thing moving my husk of a body forward. If I forgot, I'd cease to exist. She'd cease to exist… I could not allow it to happen, not when she died because of my weakness. I carried that burden for far longer than any living being could. The memory was poison, I drank it like acid until it corroded my mind.

My goal became my sole purpose. I stood by her resting place every day, tainted blood on my hands, begging for her forgiveness. It never cleansed me, nothing could. It was a hopeless penance, grief that tasted like ash, observing the blooming flower that grew through her essence…

I tore through humanity, my name became something they feared. Revenge led me to drown in my darkness, to the point I committed atrocious sins just to make humanity feel a quarter of my pain. Yet it wasn't enough, it never felt enough. Anytime I felt compassion, her mangled body haunting my mind made me forget it all.

They feared our power, the almighty gods they angered with their sins. They began worshipping us, but that only disgusted me. Mortals only feared what was unkind and stronger than them, putrid vermin… that is what I would think. I became a monster, something she would have truly despised. I deserved no saving, she deserved to rest.

And yet, despite the violation and horrible pain, she returned. Smaller, weaker, her flesh, her memories, but not truly "her". Rebirth, from her own ashes, bathed in light and newfound innocence. I bowed to her, to my Philia, no longer Agape. I had no more tears left to shed, only blind worship for what was left of her. She returned because she had hope, because she could never be a broken, tainted thing like I am. Because despite the horrifying pain, she could only forgive, even by shedding her godly strength. She could only return to save the sinful souls of her loved ones because Agape will always be the wisest out of all of us, a precious soul nobody deserves.

"I will never let them hurt you ever again. If I fail, I will die for my sins. I will bury myself with you once more."

I promised paradise to her with those words. An oath that only served to give me purpose, a selfish thing. She knew what I had done, she knew what humankind was capable of now that she was reduced to a broken, wingless goddess. Yet she forgave them—she still loved them. That was perhaps the most painful thing, knowing the death of humankind caused her suffering. Even after everything, I only caused her pain… I only took out my anger on the wrong thing.

"There are no good or bad people in our reality, just people who commit actions that can be hurtful or not. Argos, I don't want human beings to die for the sins of only 5 men. It's not right, no matter what. There is innocence in humanity, there is beauty and kindness alongside the evil. The pain lingers, but I have forgiven… and I will forgive again. I am no longer Agape, but I continue to exist… And time continues to march forward. There is no purpose in vengeance any longer, my dear. If you must punish humanity—then punish me too, so I may absolve their sins…"

My entire reason for still going even after losing her was fractured by those gentle words. Alien concepts, an understanding of things that we divine beings simply didn't have. I did not understand, and that only caused me more pain. Yet, she held my face, just like she used to. A gentle press of her palms against my skin. My suffering melted, just like the emptiness in my heart. Just for that moment, I felt pure again, like a newly born fawn.

"Argos, let me show you through my eyes. I need you to understand me."

I felt it. The cry of an infant, the embrace of a mother. A family, sharing what meager food they had together. Lovers, holding hands under the pale moon. Human beings taking care of lesser entities. Love, compassion, innocence devoid of sin. Some sins were so pathetic they hardly made any sense to punish. How could I have been so blind? So… full of wrath? Even after those vile men were gone, I continued this massacre… A senseless grief-striken thing… I'd been blinded. But how could I forgive? How? When they took everything from me? My light… my reason for living?

"Promise me… Promise me you will protect both gods and humans from evil. You must, I beg of you… Don't destroy everything because of the rot that surrounds it. Be the hero humanity needs you to be. By the hero I need you to be. Leave the wrath behind and follow what your heart tells you. Your feelings and your mind put together. That is all I ask… The wishes of a weakened goddess, who has no power in the grand scheme of things. Let me keep this one thing…"

I could not refuse her, never. She returned to me, even if no longer truly her. Despite having opened my eyes long ago, I realized only then I began to truly see and pinpoint my weakness. The same mortal feelings I loathed were the cause of so much suffering. Revenge was not Justice. I failed her tenfold, yet she forgave me, always. She came back to guide me again, to save me from myself. It heightened my guilt, but I would pay her back—I would rebuild this world to be just, for her.

I expanded my influence, and soon enough, those who dreamed of a just world joined me. The Eyes of Argos became the fingers to my hand and the marble making up a temple. They desired to fight evil and protect the innocent as much as I did, with the only objective to find peace, her peace…

I am not a nameless god, I am not Justice the tyrant…

I am Argos, the all-seeing eye.

And until this world comes to dust, I will fight… for the wishes of the innocents and hers, so that my sins will be absolved and the past can be laid to rest, forevermore.

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Ode to Love

Tue, 17 Jun 2025 12:35:43 +0000

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From the depths of the world, the palest of flowers bloomed.

Petals glistened under the light; the flower of the lake arose, and thus, Love was made.

She opened her eyes, innocent and perfect. She was beauty incarnate, something nothing could tarnish.

Those irises of hers, pink as the dawning sky, containing all the knowledge of the world. A form still unknown, but ever so ethereal. Love let out a call, and the world responded.

The beasts responded. They warmed Love, fed her, and surrounded her, welcoming their Mother. The divine ones kneeled, for she was the veil holding them together.

Love was adorned with pearls and flowers, for she was a Bride, a Wife, a Mother, Sister and a Daughter. Her laughter made new kin, and her touch made colors brighten to welcome her. All living things cheered for the creation of the great one.

She loved and was loved; centuries flew by as the world proceeded in a never-ending march. A paradise for the alien, the artificial oddities of an unknown world.

Then, mankind came.

Flesh, skin, organs. Fragile lives, descendants of apes. Wielding rocks and plucking berries. Ripped from their world by a simple mistake. First they were few, then they were many. Love's heart was stolen by such a fragile existence. A deep, abiding marriage of the soul.

Love watched them from afar, observing and learning. She assumed forms similar to them and studied the essence that incarnates humanity, with the desire to be human too. A woman in flesh and bones.

Yet, women bled, suffered, and carried their kin in their flesh. She could not. Never bleed, never blossom, never suffer. An empty womb, the ethereal imitation of what is human. Why must she be different? Was she flawed?

What is a Mother with children not born of her flesh? What is a Sister who bears no family? What is a daughter that was made, not born? What is a Bride who cannot unite with her Groom?

Mankind worshipped her, even in her artificial anomaly. They called her Philia, the Saintess. A name, an identity, a form. They sculpted her and prayed for her. Thus, she was reborn.

The other ones kept her hidden. They'd say she was fragile, a flower to nurture in glass. War mourned with her, Justice needed her, and Death did not understand her. They feared the unknown, and Philia became their muse.

She served humanity, becoming the beacon of their hopes. They founded a town, Hoofstad, in her name. The town of love, the beginning of civilisation. Philia witnessed its birth, its evolution, and its end, as if it all passed in seconds.

Humanity was her deepest love, something Philia could never let go of, no matter the passage of time. Their younglings, so soft and innocent. Their elders, so full of knowledge. The women, the men, and those who were neither. Each one of them was loved from the bottom of her heart. She needed them, even if she tore herself apart to be one of them.

Then, the greatest happiness, a small bundle of joy. A human boy, innocent, orphaned. Nunca, child of Love and Humour. Her kin, even if not truly hers in flesh, he'd been hers in name. His smile, his soft hands, his voice calling for Mother. He was the perfect piece in the gaping hole of her heart, alongside the divine ones and humanity.

The second piece of happiness, her other half. Thought itself, rational, unfeeling, and unloved. An infatuation so strong that he began feeling that he yearned for her. He was her brain; she was his heart. Fengàri, born a man in woman's flesh. Forever a man to her, forever lost.

Humanity's worship crumbled, as the divine ones did not understand the full extent of what is human. Mistake upon mistake… loss and misunderstanding, until mankind roared in rebellion against the rule of the divine ones.

Philia's marriage was broken, her home was tarnished, and her heart was ripped in pieces. The city of beginnings was divided, and the divine ones were cast away, exiled for the sins they did not comprehend, for they'd been assigned these roles when they'd been just simple, alien creatures.

And then, clad in putrid robes, Stupor came. Y'liad Elyion, the feared blade of Bittersteel. For his quest for stillness, most of humankind perished. Towns destroyed, souls collected. The blame fell on the divine ones for Stupor's mistakes. It was war for the loss of innocent flesh.

They formed the fingers of a hand, the celestial bodies of the sky. They swore protection, revenge, and independence from what they once blindly created.

Humans reunited under one name so they could purge those they deemed evil and sinful. A war that would last for eons. The betrayal of Death, who chose to become their leader.

Philia witnessed the carnage of thousands, human and divine, lost because of a senseless search for justice. In this conflict, her cherished pieces of happiness vanished. A grieving mother, a son who died to protect her. An empty home, a boy that will laugh no more. The grief is all-consuming, a never-ending pit.

The second piece of happiness, her soulmate driven to madness by humanity's betrayal. The greater Thought sealed him away from the pain and from his beloved until he lost every piece of himself. A Bride left grieving at her altar, without any grave to kneel by. That was perhaps the most painful thing, to be left as a Widow with no child to call her own. A nameless woman.

The war ceased when there was no more blood left to spill. When the divine ones vanished into the depths of the world and became like old legends of the past. Philia was the only one left to mourn. She was no longer loved, no longer a Goddess, no longer anything. She could only cry to an infinite, deaf void.

She travels through the labyrinth, forgotten and abandoned. A shadow of herself, waiting for the day until there will be peace and unity anew. She wanders and weeps, and those tears drip into an ocean of sorrow. Until she ascends once more, as the other divine ones awaken from their slumber.

Left with no choice, she fell into an eternal sleep… until the Rose blooms and awakens her once more.

Glory to the forgotten Love of this world. May she hear this forgotten Ode. May her tears heal the wounds of her heart.

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Revelation of Agalan II

Mon, 30 Dec 2024 12:44:13 +0000

BOOK ON THE CALAMITOUS LORD OF STUPOR

COURTESY OF MASTER REGARYA

SCRIBED BY HIGH SCHOLARS OF THE LOST

All chapters, excluding the annotation of our Master Regarya, were written in an archaic script and language used by our ancestors during and after the Slaughtering of the Lost Temple—known also as the Massacre in the Fifty-first Domain—on the First Year of the Pantheonic Calendar known as the First Year of Alpha. These manuscripts were written roughly eleven million years ago within the Lost Temple or City of the Fifty-first Domain and were translated with the combined efforts and capabilities of the Academia in the Study of the History and Literature of the Lost.

CHAPTERS

REVELATION OF AGALAN I
"ILIAD IN THE FIRST YEAR OF ALPHA, SPRING"

REVELATION OF NIMUEL
"ILIAD IN THE FIRST YEAR OF ALPHA, SUMMER"

REVELATION OF AGALAN II
"ILIAD IN THE FIRST YEAR OF ALPHA, AUTUMN AND WINTER"

ANNOTATION OF REGARYA
"THE VANISHING OF THE GREYKING IN HISTORY"

REVELATION OF AGALAN II

Winter had blown that day a most unholy gale. Merely a few leagues away, the paleness that the clouds seem to epitomize as the encroaching figure of the unworthy approaches the shining walls of Hoofstad settles an uncanny feeling in the guts of fearing mortals. The heavy fog of the horizon envelops him as if he were a wraith, clinging to him like the miasma of corpse fluid. In his right hand was a shining silver shaped into a simple twain-bladed sword, dragging and dragging along the soil as it carves a path of infertility in its wake. If it were not for the banshee-like wailings that escape the otherwise clean shining blade, it would surely be mistaken for the common tool of infantry. Nevertheless, the maddening yet familiar voices that attempted to sober up from eldritch stupor had heralded his looming presence. And it was only growing louder.

I was kneeling before the altar of the Warrior, praying for his protection. I had fled from the unworthy by miracle in that village long desecrated. Beside me, and similarly, thousands hush in holy communion, clutching in their hands symbols of faith that they remain to stand by until the end. Alas, it made me realize how hollow my prayer was. I had lost my faith in gods as I had lost my feelings from bearing witness to such… scenes of terror I never thought possible. Certain am I that even if I had then praised the Warrior, the Saintess, and every god that ever existed and has yet to exist, there would have been no difference in the way that exact memory had occurred. No gods ever descended from their heavens. Nor did their chosen ones, their champions, which embody what they are supposed to realize in this plane of existence, ever intervene in the slaughter. Even now, there is no answer from the thousands that attempt to call even one of their blessed kind. What kind of reason do these deified beings say when they arrive late? Or when they had not noticed that one of their own, even though more putrid and filthy than the rest of them, had come to vanquish the holy city they call their council?

Outside, there was rumbling. The eerie crackle of thunder. The sharpness of ominous winds carving the yet godless city. There was fear, but the thousands believed in the holy impenetrability of the temple walls and gates. Their prayers grew louder, drowning out what the noises threatened towards their ephemerality.

There was a gentle tap on the glorious gates of the temple. It was faint, like the touch of an infant caressing the cheek of its mother. But it was there. It was silent at first. I was watching every person among the thousands kneeling and praying rise with confusion. The next moment, there was a hand… melting through like a hot knife on tallow. Then an arm… melting through. A visage… melting through like hot knife on tallow. A glimmer of silver melting through.

It felt like waiting for water to boil inside a kettle. The whistle in the wind grows louder. The air felt heavy on my shoulders. There was a momentary pause, calm before the storm. Familiar, I thought. It was familiar. Then I saw a silver shine and felt my cheek run hot crimson. Heads, turning to run almost, smoothly rise… and splatter on white marble. A hundred corpses before me. A hundred corpses before me not. There was a distinct perforation on the gate… and there was him. Towering, looking down as blood rains on him. There were no longer corpses… just a pool of red. All of them, the instant their heads so much as graze the marble floor, vanished. The only proof of such bodies ever existing were their cries being silenced by the silver thing that slithered like a snake with horse teeth, burping disgustingly as it crunched on bones and sinew. He was almost sad. Almost.

He swings his sword hand; another hundred rise and splatter and vanish. Then another, and another, and another… I felt shoulders bumping mine. I heard the cries of people, their once-hush footsteps in respect to the gods now sprinting in full. I felt an arm grab me. Then I ran as well. The same way I ran away from the village. The same way that memory occurred. I felt the slash of the wind, the feeling of lightness. The next moment I turned to look, my left arm was no longer there. He was walking towards the running herd. Walking towards me.

The dash to escape the temple was both excruciating and mind-numbing. The noises the people were making were that of sheep, crying and begging to their deities in futility and hopelessness. I found myself one of the few to leave the shining monolith with only the disappearance of a limb, let alone with my life. The city was painted with the red of common folk. I could not set sight upon a single corpse strewn here or there, their blood the sole evidence of massacre. Hoofstad was perfectly preserved in unholy disarray.

Presently, I find myself in some disheveled study. Ink and quill. I write at last these final words to whomever may discover the atrocities of the unworthy. However, I suppose the state with which he desecrated the city would hopefully be enough of an image of his blasphemy against whatever remains of any holy conduct. For he is no god.

ANNOTATION OF REGARYA

As of the Twenty-first Century, through the effort of our institution the Academia in the Study of the History and Literature of the Lost, there have been no other authenticated scriptures relating to the religious figure known as Y'liad Elyion. Aside from brief references of his actions in the Fifty-first Domain in other later literatures, he is completely vanished from the history of the Lost. What remains of him, his name, and legacy are bound alone within this book we compiled in hopes of spreading meaningful information about this realm's rich but convoluted history, especially within the Lost, to the public.

It is yet a matter of debate whether Y'liad Elyion was a real being of influence within Hoofstad's pantheon or merely a symbol weaponized against polytheistic religions of that era.

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Origins

Sun, 25 Aug 2024 13:47:48 +0000

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Table of Contents

Act I - Prologue

Act II - The Beginning of the End

Act III - Judgment Day

“Humanity is on the verge of collapse, threatened by its own kind.”

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The hub contains spoilers. Because of the complexity of the canon and the sheer amount of worldbuilding, I have to explain things in detail. You can read the "Main Storyline" Levels first or this hub first… The decision belongs to you my friend ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Author note: This canon can be considered as a "what if" scenario, for the most part, and isn't part of the original reverence lore. "Origins" is an original piece only showing some aspects of the actual reverence without diving into the lore intended by its original authors.

Corruption is a parasite that starts from a single host. Leave it some time and it will multiply, again, and ever again until everyone is infected.

In the "Origins" canon, humanity is on the verge of collapse, threatened by its own kind.
The major groups of interests and human communities have fallen after the attacks of December 25, 2024. Starting from this date, a new era for humanity has begun.
An era of terror where both humans and entities can threaten your survival.
Where no one can be trusted.

There is however one last remaining resistance, one last hope for humanity to rebuild.

Created by: Charles Delameuh

Main Story

Act I - Prologue

Paradise 997 - "The Gates of Heaven"

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"A space station cut from the rest of the backrooms. This level serves as a gate to a closed network of paradises referred to as the lands of liberation."

Paradise 997 gives you a hint of the canon genre and tone, the characters and groups involved as well as the new GOI: Liberation.

Act I Timeline: Everything Prior to January 25, 2024

Entity 997-A: "The Whisperer

ACT I, Pt.2

Drop The Mask

ACT I, Pt.3

Liberation

ACT I, Pt.4

Act II - The Beginning of the End

Paradise 770 - "Mount Seela"

"The very first adventure of our mission, a sacred and untouched paradise, brimming with purity, a single mountain and yet enough to appreciate life for an eternity…"

Paradise 770 reveals more information about Liberation's plan against humanity, and the mysterious entity named "The Sacred One".

Act II Timeline: January 25, 2024 - December 25, 2024

Drop The Mask

ACT II, Pt.2

The Reaper

ACT II, Pt.3

The Shepherd

ACT II, Pt.4

Act III - Judgment Day

Act III - Judgment day

Paradise 771 - "The Sacred Domain"

"Our journey continues, this time, Nature welcomes us to its residence, a vast empty domain, yet complete."

Paradise 771 plunges you straight into the action. Liberation has put its plans into action and taken over the Backrooms, establishing an oppressive regime, but a newly-formed coalition, The Syndicate, stands in their way as the last Resistance.

Act III Timeline: December 25, 2024 - March 01, 2025

Judgment Day

ACT III, Pt.2

Judgment Day, Pt.2

ACT III, Pt.3

Letter From the Omen

ACT III, Pt.4

The Syndicate

ACT III, Pt.5

Conundrum

ACT III, Pt.6

Revelations

ACT III, Pt.7

Project Prometheus

ACT III, Pt.8

Return to the Origins

ACT III, Pt.9

Act IV - Retribution

Paradise 772 - "Origins"

"The last destination of our journey, a conglomeration of concepts,
where everything originated from."‎

Will Liberation succeed in eliminating the last remaining resistance and bring humanity to its downfall? Will the Syndicate prevail?
The fourth and last act will conclude the events of the main story.

Act IV Timeline: March 01, 2025 - July 14, 2025 (And After)

Divine Elegy

ACT IV, Pt.2

Retribution

ACT IV, Pt.3

Parabellum

ACT IV, Pt.4

Conclusion

ACT IV, Pt.5

World Breacher

ACT IV, Pt.6

Operation Black Butterfly

ACT IV, Pt.7

High Alert

ACT IV, Pt.8

Insurrection

ACT IV, Pt.9

Red Dawn

ACT IV, Pt.10

Haitoku no Hana

ACT IV, Pt.11

Checkmate

ACT IV, Pt.12

A New Era

ACT IV, Pt.13

Storylines

Storylines are sub stories with a defined theme that are part of the main story, but are important enough to be highlighted.

Unmasked

The success of the Resistance can largely be awarded to the Masked Maidens, who fought corruption before anyone else, even though they weren't taken seriously. Follow Jacqueline Guzman (the leader of the Masked Maidens sub-sector Volto and the appointed Syndicate Director) and her sisters on their long journey against corruption.

Side Stories

Did the canon inspire you? Do you wish to write an article and expand the story? Any contributions are welcome! I will include your work in this hub and guide you if you have any questions. If that's the case, feel free to contact me by Wikidot DM or via Discord (I have the same name).

Important: Although the main story ends in Act IV, there's nothing to stop you writing something that takes place after the events of Act IV.

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Factions Index

Factions

Liberation

The infamous faction of the reverence, founded by the undercover reverence member Father Richard Simmons Delacroix, known as "Overseer S" when he was infiltrated within the M.E.G.

Despite sharing the same objective as the reverence, which is returning to the past. Liberation is rather a separate faction and identifies itself as an organized religious fanatical group. They are the ones behind the attacks of December 25, a global-scale terrorist attack that led to the fall of nearly all groups of interest and communities.

After their successful assault, they massively strengthened their power and assets, established an oppressive regime all over the Backrooms, and recruited many new "apostles" to prepare for the final assault that will determine humanity's fate in the Backrooms forever.

They do not kill, nor have they ever killed, any entity, even if their own lives are threatened. Because if one of their apostles were to kill an entity he or she would get punished on the spot. This can't be said for humans where they persecute them as much as they can.‎

Bases and Outposts

Site 770 is Liberation's first established outpost that became their main center of command. Although cut off from the rest of the Backrooms, Liberation uses it as an advantage to keep its activities secret and secured. This includes their various projects, operations and classified data, all stored in their main database.

Persons Of Interests

Liberation's Leader

The Syndicate

More commonly referred to as "the Resistance", the Syndicate is a coalition founded by the Masked Maidens, including the Eyes of Argos, the U.E.C., the Backrooms Robotics, the Eternal Repository, the Ariane Circle and the remain of the M.E.G.

They are the last remaining opposing force to Liberation and the last hope for humanity.
However, due to the severity of the situation they can't afford to play it safe. Leading them to engage in morally questionable acts, but more often in spite of their will.‎

Bases and Outposts

Their main safehouse was built inside a converted cave system in Level 711, which keeps them distant from Liberation, while providing entrances and exits to the first levels such as Level 7 and Level 8.

Person of Interests

Division: Masked Maidens
Related Pages: Paradise 997, Drop The Mask, Drop The Mask Act II, Judgement Day, The Syndicate, Parabellum, Operation Black Butterfly, High Alert, Insurrection, Corrupted Flower, Checkmate

Leader of the sub-sector Volto of the Masked Maidens and appointed leader of the Syndicate, she was aware of Liberation's intentions before everyone else and actively tried to prevent them from expanding. She also has a personal grudge against the Saint Mother better known as Senior Researcher Mutsuki.

The Pantheon

The Pantheon knew about Entity 77X all along. They kept this subject a secret to anyone outside the pantheon, but the current situation prompted one of them to reveal the story behind Entity 77X.

In Origins, the Pantheon underwent a near complete redesign from the original Pantheon lore. Indeed, in this canon, the Backrooms was created by a single God who then created several "Pillars" referred to as his direct descendants, the "Pillars" then created "Avatars" as you all know (Blanche, Argos, etc.), in order for the Pillars to use their powers.

Person of Interests

Evi'Ka

One of the pillars of the Pantheon and the first god who agreed to assist the Syndicate and reveal the truth about Entity 77X.

Related Pages: Revelations, Retribution, Checkmate

The Iron Fist

In this canon, The Iron Fist initially acts like a third party before eventually joining the Resistance as they have declared war on Liberation, whom they consider as the absolute threat.

Person of Interests

Amadeus Ludwig Steele

An extremely dangerous member of the Iron Fist who only knows violence and nothing else. He is leading his own cult named "Godhand" dedicated to committing violence and killings for the sole purpose of pleasure. Learning about the recent events, he shifted his attention to Liberation whom he perceived as the perfect target, despite Liberation being stronger than them in all aspects.

The Syndicate is aware they are no better than Liberation but they turn a blind eye on them as this is the best opportunity for them to kill each other.

The Cygnus Archive

The Cygnus Archive is also part of the Origins canon, bringing a particular focus on Blanche who had a prior relationship with one of Liberation's member.

Person of Interests

Blanche

Blanche used to be the teacher of Chinatsu Mutsuki (Liberation's Head Researcher), when the latter was just a teenager. Their relationship was so strong that Blanche mostly became a parental figure for the young woman. Unfortunately, the two lost contact ever since Chinatsu left the library to join the M.E.G.

She deeply regret having let her go, but there's not much she could do at the time. That's until she found an opportunity to reach for her during the Syndicate assault on Level 770. Will she succeed in convincing Chinatsu to come back?

Related Pages: Drop The Mask, Corrupted Flower

The Reverence

The mysterious and elusive group behind every trouble humanity is facing. Almost nothing is known about them beside their leader "The Omen" vaguely mentioned a few times.

Person of Interests

The Omen

"We will return to the past"

Related Pages: Letter From The Omen, A New Era

Objects Index

Objects

Objects Index

The Objects play a big role in this canon.
So, in case you are lost with the objects terminology, here is a list of all original objects used in the canon, with a short summary for each.

object 770-A

An object unique to Paradise 770.

Object 770-A, named "Heaven's Fruits", can satisfy your nutritional needs for eternity, as long as you eat 8 of those berries a day.

Additionally, a mix named "The Holy Grail Mixture" is made from this object. The mix can heal your worst injuries and provide you with temporary unlimited stamina.

Entities Index

Entities

Entities Index

Entities playing an important role in the story are listed below.

Entity 997-A

Location(s): Paradise 997
Related Pages: Entity 997-A

In reality, Entity 997-A is one of God's creation whose main purpose is to guard the premises of The Gates of Heaven, better know as Paradise 997. Entity 997-A possess a separate consciousness from the core entity and is therefore autonomous, but still relies on the core entity to survive.

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The Adventures of a Knight and His Disciple

Chapter 1: The meeting

The great Claudius did not expect that day to be walking deep into the extended caverns of Hoofstad. He felt a strange pull that led him to supervise that area specifically. Perhaps there could be some dangerous creatures lurking around that could pose a threat to the village, or maybe a human could have gotten lost while returning from a hunting trip. That is what he finally decided to choose as his motivation.

He briefly took his time to sharpen his sword against a rocky surface and that's when he suddenly heard a call for help. It was the voice of a woman, who was clearly panicking and afraid. Without wasting time, he ran to the source of the voice.

"S-Stay away from me!"

A woman with dark skin, brown curly hair, and light brown eyes was frantically swinging a large stick in front of her. She was trying to fend off a large, quadrupedal creature that was trying to bite her arm off. It was rabid, angry, and probably also hungry.

It only took an instant for Claudius to annihilate the aggressive creature to nothing — just one slash of his sword turned it into pieces. Once again, he was able to save a life.

The woman he saved looked shocked from what just happened. After several seconds of silence, she looked at him with a grateful expression before throwing herself in his arms and embracing him.

"You saved my life! I would have died if it weren't for you! Thank you!"

Claudius stood very still, incapable of comprehending the purpose of an embrace. The customs of human beings have always confused him, though it felt quite nice. He has vague memories about how humans express gratefulness, but this was new.

"It is merely my duty as a warrior — to save and protect those who are innocent. You needn't to thank me."

The woman let go of him; she now had a big smile on her face. The glimmer in her eyes suggested that she was admiring him dearly.

"You are a real knight?! That's so cool! I- I was trying to train in the caverns to become strong like one… Please! Teach me your skills!"

This human woman was truly odd, he thought. He never had any of those he rescued act in such a way. They often just thanked him briefly, sometimes they gave him a piece of bread or meat as a gift and went back on their merry way. Just what was this girl even thinking? Did she truly endanger herself by coming all the way there just to become a strong warrior?

"You could have been seriously injured, woman. The caverns are extremely dangerous when alone. You don't seem to have any hunting experience either. Do not return here on your own ever again or you could end up dead."

He did not answer her request. He wouldn't want to involve a fragile human being in a tough lifestyle. He wants to bear the burden of being the protector of all life on his own. Human beings have an already short lifespan, but adding such a tough job would only shorten it further.

The woman didn't seem to be any less determined; she accepted the scolding with an understanding chuckle. She felt like a person being lectured for having accidentally broken a precious vase, yet, she wanted to prove him wrong,

"I am strong! I may have failed this time, but I've been working harder to gain the courage to fight. Please! Allow me to prove myself to you!"

She pleaded with such determination that Claudius' heart almost softened for a second. However, he quickly regained his stern attitude, not wanting to risk putting her in danger.

"You risk death with the things you wish to do. You must focus on living a peaceful life, instead. The life expectancy of humans is short, becoming a warrior is also a heavy burden. I don't wish for your entire life to be known only by the countless scars that would tell of all the foes you had laid waste to; it is not a thing that you can bear without full dedication."

Even with the perspective of the life of a warrior being described in a crude and realistic manner, the woman seemed to not be deterred at all. She instead continued to stand her ground, her eyes still had a strong fire of resolution in them.

"I want to become a warrior so I can protect my village and the people around me. Do you think I don't know how tough it is to be one? Even then, despite all the hardships I will face… I know that this is the path I want to follow.

Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be able to fight this way for the sake of others. So please, give me one chance!"

Claudius was puzzled, though, his confusion quickly turned into a brief hint of respect. He noticed her bruised and hardened fists, that probably were used all day to train, her scratched and patched-up knees that witnessed many falls for the same reason… She must truly mean it, to want to become a warrior, especially if she dared to venture alone in such a dangerous place.

He stayed silent for a minute before he made his final decision.

"Nevertheless, I will give you this opportunity to become my disciple, but you must not do something so reckless without permission ever again. Understood? From now on, you must listen to my instructions in order to not risk your life so frequently. "

She was now enthusiastic, she reached out for yet another embrace, which made Claudius feel strange. It was not a negative kind of oddity, but it was still quite a mystery to him. Nonetheless, he allowed her to do so.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I won't disappoint you!

Ah! I almost forgot! I'm Shani! Please help me become your great companion! I can also teach you some things in exchange!"

That marked the beginning of his new task, to train his disciple and turn her into a powerful warrior. He wondered if it would be difficult; he had never trained a human after all.

The first few days were difficult for Shani. Claudius was trying to teach her how to wield a weapon; she ended up picking a spear for herself and was able to move it pretty smoothly.

Fighting-wise, she was learning the basics, attempting to do clean and quick attacks with the tip of her spear. She was still a beginner, but he admired her dedication. Although, she was quite clumsy.

Shani took a deep breath as she let herself sit down by a wall, she was extremely sweaty and tired since she was training with Claudius for over two hours.

"Claudius, could I have something to eat? I'm very exhausted."

Ah, right, food. He had almost forgotten that human beings need nourishment to survive. He excused himself for ten minutes, then he returned with a few animals he personally hunted and skinned. Far too many, perhaps. He was carrying them all with ease.

Shani gasped in enthusiastic shock.

"You did not need to hunt so many for me! One is enough to feed a family of four!"

She quickly started a campfire with wood and stones and, after enough attempts, started the flames. Neatly cutting some meat and placing it into a pot, she placed it above the fire to cook it. Claudius watched her cook, but he didn't help. Since it was a human thing, he'd keep himself out of it.

"Ooh! It already smells delicious!"

Claudius glanced at the sparkling fire, the smell of meat was not so unpleasant after all. His companion truly got excited over such little things.

"Is there a particular reason why humans need to eat?" He asked. He was never against learning new things from time to time; this could be helpful in the long run.

"Oh! Well, we human beings digest food and turn it into energy! That is how our body functions. Water helps it stay hydrated, too. Without food, our body wouldn't be able to survive."

Claudius nodded in acknowledgment, now watching his disciple gleefully gobble up the cooked meat. He didn't think humans could eat so quickly; she truly must have been hungry. He feels guilty for not knowing about this earlier.

"I'm full, Claudius. We can continue!"

This new task proved to be more intriguing than he initially thought. Since the first week he spent training and wandering with Shani, he had learned many things about human beings that were completely unknown to him before. For example, the time he learned that humans need sleep.

It happened when they were on their way back from slaughtering a few pests that were devouring the resources of the humans. It was the first time the two actually ventured together on a long journey, which meant Shani did not return to her village to sleep.

"Claudius, could we stop for the day? I'm afraid I cannot proceed further without some rest."

Claudius stopped his marching, he turned to stare at her. His expression was obviously covered by his helmet

"What is sleep? Is it another human requirement for survival?"

Shani nods rather slowly. She sat down against a big rock while shivering from the environment's cold.

"It keeps us alive. Sleep helps to regain strength and put the body to rest…"

The warrior in shining armor sat by her side, turning on a small fire to help her warm up. She truly seemed to appreciate it.

"Then I shall let you sleep for as long as needed."

Shani thanked him before slowly shutting her eyes and leaning against his shoulder. Soon, her quiet breathing led to a deep sleep.

His armor must have been an uncomfortable place to lean her head on to sleep, so he gently moved her head to rest on a sack full of soft feathers that they were going to carry back to the village. It was probably much softer.

Sleeping humans were so intriguing to observe. He never knew that they could have such peaceful looks on their faces. He wondered how relaxing it must be to be able to rest that way. Despite that, he knew he had to stay on guard and make sure to watch her back.

From that same journey, he learned that humans suffer in extremely cold temperatures. He took note of that and brought a warm fur coat for her to wear in future missions. It surprisingly worked.

At a certain point in time, Shani completely learned the basics of spear fighting and dodging. Her movements were like elegant dancing. He never thought fighting could be elegant, or graceful since his own way of fighting was crude and blunt.

"Focus, Shani, observe the way I move. This is the first time you directly challenge me, so pay attention."

This battle was far more different than any other he had. The training grounds he usually used felt more radiant somehow. He felt a true burning excitement and anticipation for what was about to come. Only Shani was ever able to create such feelings in his heart. She was an opponent that he truly enjoyed challenging, even if she was just a human being.

Shani held onto her red-coated spear with a determined gaze. Claudius restrained his strength to the minimum in order to not harm her. He slowly attacked her with his sword. However, to her, it still felt like the hit of a powerful giant. She was able to block with the shield she held in her other hand.

Her companion retaliated, attacking with a more decisive slash. She counterattacked with her spear; it almost managed to hit him. This back-and-forth proceeded for the following twenty minutes, until Shani was able to connect with her spear.

That exact act made the two turn entirely silent. It felt like there were no other distractions or things around them. It was just Shani, Claudius, and their battle. It took a while for Claudius to break the silence, after his initial surprise. He disarmed her soon after, since she was distracted by the moment.

"Great job, it's the first time you've managed to hit me. You are learning extremely diligently."

Shani lit up as she heard his words, cheering on the spot before she hugged him. He had gotten used to it at that point, it was a daily occurrence. For the first time, he focused more on the hug, observing her more than usual. She had a slight scent of herbs and wood that lingered around her—something he hadn't noticed in the past.

"I'm so glad that I came this far! It's all thanks to you! You're the best companion I could ever have!"

She let go of him just as quickly as she hugged him. She then started running around happily, probably to let off some steam while also expressing her enthusiasm. Claudius found it quite amusing.

She stopped running around after a while. She sat by his side with a more serious look now. She wanted to show him that she was professional and ready.

"Does this mean you'll bring me to fight by your side in more dangerous missions? I want to help!"

That question once again caught him off guard; he did not expect her to want to take a step further and perform such a difficult task. So far, she only helped the village people by eliminating smaller threats, but she now desired to face the same foes he had been carefully handling for decades? He was concerned that she may get hurt. However, letting her watch him would be a new learning experience.

"You won't fight with me, but you can observe me fighting a more difficult foe, yes. That would help you learn many new tactics. Just promise you will not be reckless about it."

"I swear on my life! I will wait safely until you have finished!"

She was being truthful, so he felt somewhat relieved. He wanted to see that she was capable.

The deal was settled. At the start of the following week, Claudius and Shani ventured to a distant level. It had a few scattered villages that were being plagued by a "beast" hiding in the desert sand. The beast had already taken quite a few victims, but it was time for its reign of terror to end, at last.

Reports confirmed that it lived inside of a vast temple, deep into the desert. Its camouflage abilities allowed it to move undisturbed through the sand, and it possessed limbs that would stretch to abnormal lengths.

"How much longer will we need to walk? Are we close?"

Shani was carefully following the warrior, she liked to observe the soft sand moving under their feet as they walked on it.

"We are almost there, Shani. It will be dark; light up the torch you brought along."

She quickly lit up the fire on the torch and then handed it to Claudius. He held it steadily and stopped at the entrance of the temple.

"You must stay behind me at all times. If I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to stop and wait, you do that. Understood?"

Shani looked at him and then she solemnly nodded.

"What happens if you get hurt and disarmed? Will you allow me to help you then?"

Claudius did not answer her.

"I said what I said, Shani."

It could never happen, for he was war itself. War can never be defeated so easily, no matter how dangerous and unpredictable the foe is.

The two ventured into the temple. It smelled of blood and minerals. The dimly lit torch was able to help them figure out their surroundings. The rooms would be spacious and oddly empty… if it weren't for the skeletons lying around, scattered like rocks.

They reached the entrance of another room; Claudius could sense that the beast was nearby.

"Stay here and do not come in. I'll slay the beast while you learn my tactics."

"Understood. Just please, be safe!"

With that, the mighty warrior entered the beast's lair. He could faintly notice it slithering on the sandy terrain. It almost looked invisible and it was very large. It was almost translucent upon sight, perfectly blending in with the background. There was no sound that could be heard in that room. How could there be? It was a deadly assassin that lurked in the shadows.

"Reveal yourself, serpent of doom."

He unleashed his sword and began a bloody fight. The creature was now uncontrollably moving all around the room's walls, its limbs distorting and stretching to try and squeeze him to death. Claudius promptly attempted to slice at it, but it was difficult to do so since the creature was so quick.

Each hit only led to the creature's retaliation. He was sturdy, but being tossed and thrown by the creature was making him grow weaker. It was far too fast to deal any significant damage at first. It took at least a good hour to wear it down slowly.

He could not recall how much time had passed. He only knew that he had been brutally fighting the beast for a very long time. It was weakened. Soon, it would fall and die. That's what he believed until he noticed that Shani seemed to be preoccupied with fending off a few creatures that crept up on her. He did not think that they'd come out while the beast was present…

What will happen to her? He could not supervise her while he was fighting. She risked to get severely injured!

That trail of thought betrayed him. His distraction was enough to warrant a painful attack that threw him right at the opposite wall. He then fell, attempting to regain his bearings as he did so.

"CLAUDIUS!"

That is when Shani, after eliminating the pests that were bothering her, rushed to defend him from an upcoming attack with her shield.

"SHANI! GET OUT OF HERE!"

Truth be told, if Shani hadn't defended him there, he would have gotten seriously hurt. However, now she was at risk of getting brutally attacked, his worries came to fruition. The beast managed to grab Shani and squeeze her with its sharp lower body. She screamed in pain before Claudius tossed a large rock at it to distract it.

She was dropped to the ground; blood was oozing from her stomach. She soon fell unconscious.

Claudius now could not even think properly. The sight of an injured Shani made his entire mind blow up. How dare that beast to harm her? That was all it took for him to lose it. The immense heartache and rage took over him.

His body grew at an abnormal rate, full of newfound strength and rage. Rage, the greatest source that powers war… He lunged at the creature and began tearing it to pieces with his sword. Brutally stabbing it and hitting it with his hardened fists. The serpent tried relentlessly to get him off its body, but its fate was sealed. No amount of tossing and turning could stop his rage.

Then it was over. He was back the normal, and the wretched thing was dead. He tore it to pieces, there was nothing left.

Now, he needed to check on Shani. He rushed to her side and held her close while checking her vitals. Her wound was not mortal and so, he utilized a few herbs and bandages that she had brought with her to treat the wound. Once the blood stopped dripping, he took a breath of relief.

"You're a reckless woman, Shani… You could have died."

His tone softened. He truly felt fear when he saw her hurt. The first time he ever experienced such a powerful emotion; he could not describe it. Was this the kind of attachment that humans always spoke about? He did not know yet, he would never admit it.

His hands lightly ran through her hair, although, they retreated quite quickly. He opted to merely continue holding her close. He reasoned it was solely for the purpose of guarding her properly. Shani's breathing was now stable, she seemed to search for his warmth in her unconscious state.

He brought her outside, then set up a campfire to sit nearby. It was starting to become cold, so he needed to make sure to keep her temperature stable, while he did so, he observed her.

After a few seconds of silence, he removed his helmet carefully and placed it to the side. His face remained obscured, but that did not matter. He lightly pressed his forehead against her head, it only lasted a few seconds, but he needed to calm his fear in some way or another. He could not feel if she was warm any other way, he reasoned, heat would not pass through the armor. That act put his heart at peace at least.

He didn't have the heart to scold her when she would eventually wake up. He was too focused on her fragility as a human, so he would put that aside to focus on her recovery.

He sighed. This woman managed to throw his brain and heart into a panic. Yet.. he did not dislike it. His heart felt oddly warm as he held her, a kind of warmth that only familiarity could produce. He allowed himself to close his eyes as he relaxed thanks to it.

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Entity 700 - "Solaris"

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By Soleste.

Notice: the following information has been compiled from a variety of sources; including astronomical observations, recovered scriptures of The Lost, testimonies from wanderers, attempts at direct contact with the entity, and research obtained through the collaborative efforts of our divisions.

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CONCORD ENTITY CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM

ENTITY ID: 700
HABITAT(S): Space

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4AXX

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Anthropoid

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infoDescription

Within the cosmic levels of the Backrooms (78, 217, 599, level-296, etc.), wanderers may encounter Entity 700 — otherwise known as “Solaris.” Entity 700 is identified by her humanoid shape and a varying stature, noted to depend on environmental factors. Observed from afar In her "natural" state, she is most commonly observed to be the size of an average red giant star, though she can proportionate her size to that of whatever she is interacting with if necessary. Regardless of her given size, Entity 700 notably possesses a muscular physique, long hair mirroring the image of the night sky, and appears to wear darkly-colored dense armor plating around her body. Currently, the material from which this armor is crafted is unidentifiable.

scienceBiology

Entity 700 has eyes with adaptable pupils that can acclimate to extreme darkness, and has extraordinary senses capable of detecting electromagnetic waves (as evidenced by her ability to detect uniquely unstable celestial bodies).

Entity 700 possesses a vast array of capabilities, notably demolishing celestial bodies and tearing through the fabric of space within her levels; the latter is theorized to result in blips. The purpose of these capabilities is twofold: to sustain the core embedded in the center of the entity’s chest (from which she draws power) via engulfing matter and to maintain the stability of her native levels by disposing of decayed, disorderly, unstable, or defective celestial mass. The primary means by which she accomplishes this is a blade, which she materializes from her hand as an orbit of fluid matter surrounding a black hole in the center.

An artistic rendition of the entity's aforementioned sword.

Furthermore, throughout the demolition process, small black holes will erratically form around Entity 700, further aiding her in absorbing and eliminating debris. There is a certain limit to how much matter the entity can consume and use, as too much exertion or consumption can cause the black holes around her to instead feed off of her own matter. With the exception of her blade and the environmental effects resulting from her destructive state (see Behaviors), Entity 700’s powers curiously do not seem to directly affect other lifeforms, even within close range.

Fortunately, such magnitudes of destruction have not occurred outside Entity 700’s native levels. Although it may be possible for her to leave her levels, there have not been any recently reported sightings outside them. This may be attributed to the entity's wish to distance herself.

psychologyBehaviors

Entity 700 is often ambivalent towards wanderers, though occasional unpredictability is to be expected in her actions. The entity exhibits irritability towards those interacting with her, but also remorse for any potential harm caused. Although there have been incidents in which lives were lost as a result of disturbing her, it appears that an effort is being made by her to avoid contact with others altogether.

Entity 700 has been observed to have three discernible primary states:

Active

This is the default state of the entity, in which she is considered to be most stable and tranquil. While in this state, she is relatively passive and neutral, though little information is available to quantify the full extent of her demeanor, as this is her most infrequent state.

Destructive

Also known as the “working” state, it is the period in which Entity 700 busies herself with feeding on celestial bodies. Focus is required to properly complete the process without damaging the rest of the level. During this state, the entity’s cataclysmic powers are at their strongest and most active. Due to her heightened volatility during this phase, any interaction may inadvertently provoke a harmful response from the entity. Additionally, explosions and debris create a hazardous and non-navigable environment for wanderers. As such, it is strongly advised to not disturb Entity 700 during this state.

Dormant

Sketch of Entity 700 in her dormant state.

After consuming the maximum threshold of energy, Entity 700 will enter stasis. This is a critical resting period observed after the entity's destructive state has passed, as the black holes around her may multiply and consume her if she does not remain idle. Although the entity may appear to be in a deep sleep, she remains conscious and aware of her surroundings. Interestingly, Entity 700 will assume partial camouflage by surrounding herself with her own hair (see attached illustration), acting as both a shield and a cover while resting. In this state of alert hibernation, any disturbance may result in hostility. As with the destructive state, it is strongly advised to not disturb Entity 700 while it is ongoing.

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Null-06: Entity 700 appears to be wary of Null-06, finding its destructive nature to be an unnatural upset to the balance of the levels she oversees. Besides working to hold Null-06 at bay and prevent its damage from becoming too widespread, there may also be a potential history shared between the two entities— as evidenced by the unease Entity 700 expresses in reaction to mentions of Null-06, and the nature of their observed interactions.

Entity 404: As opposed to Null-06, Entity 700 appeared to have had a positive connection with Entity 404— possibly even to the extent of a “friendship”. She was observed to mourn the loss of Entity 404 in the wake of its consumption by Null-06, which is likely a prominent factor in her rivalry with the latter.

Aster: Entity 700 fondly regards Aster, whom she met following Entity 404’s demise. Aster appears to assist Entity 700 in filling the void left by Entity 404, attempting to form a similar bond.

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Entity 700 is believed to have existed in the Backrooms for at least as long as humans have inhabited it. The Lost have a plethora of myths and legends about “Solaris, the Starmother”; a goddess in their pantheon who maintained the heavens by consuming celestial bodies, keeping them in order. This was not perceived negatively, but rather as a necessary function of the universe. Leo Castellos, a surviving ancient member of The Lost, has corroborated the identity of Solaris with that of Entity 700.

An ancient wall carving found in the temple of Level 51, likely depicting Solaris.

If you really must know...

Then come find me in space.

In the midst of zero-gravity stillness, your form shifts. Your hair follows every movement of your body as it drifts amidst the aether. You open your eyes, sharp slits faintly glowing among the endless hues of dark purples and blues. In order to take in more light, they dilate, reflecting what little planetary warmth surrounds your being. How long has it been since you have rested, static and stagnant?

As with any celestial body, it starts with a core— a burning, radiant sun illuminating its perimeter so vastly that it had almost been deterring to gaze at. Mortal eyes do not see beyond its light, to detect the consciousness that had awakened within it. It too did not yet know it was alive until it started to starve, and when it starved, it brought everything within its gravitational pull to drive it to a flaming end. It devoured what stardust it could, until it became so bright that it started to consume itself within a beaming vortex of clashing void and flame. In its desperation to end its self-cannibalization, it fell into a dormant slumber. Unbeknownst to it, it formed itself a body as the planetary heavens around it shifted, and shifted again until it had awoken to find itself in an abandoned pocket of space, and in that moment it knew.

You gaze upon your sharp-tipped claws and feel the power in them. You look upon your surroundings with a sense of longing you cannot explain¹. You destroyed so much to live for so little, to dedicate your purpose to cleansing a domain that was not even within your control. You think back to that day, and you're filled with the same hopelessness that once washed over you when you failed your purpose. But O' Solaris, you still survived amongst the confines of this realm, you still watch over it diligently as you've always had, haven't you? You hold within you the grand force of cataclysm; it lay between your claws and beneath your layers of armor; it streams through your ichor and into your blade. Your hair, now, is clutched between your trembling hands. Though its ability to reflect the celestial skies once brought you visions of movement and flashes of flaring color, it is now dull and mirrors only the faint, dull specks of light far away, just like how empty it is here now².

You think back to when you caught glimpses of people staring at you with eyes full of starlit wonder as you worked, and how you dismissed them harshly. How you had dismissed them by your blade. You remember the petrified, small figures scattered across stations and debris, you remember how they cowered in fear at the sight of you. You had been burdened with such an overwhelming and unforgiving task that you had discarded any potential to be worshiped like the rest of your siblings³. No, you never thought that such things were important, that they were any more crucial to you than your need for survival and the maintenance of this home you hold dear.

Yet now, more than ever, you regret it with all of your core⁴. It feels so lonesome here, alone and abandoned, forgotten. There was only one who truly understood you, who made you feel loved, but even he is long gone; a mere shadow of his former self. Now you wish to see faces of wonder, now you wish for once to feel recognized and revered- to stand proudly with your blade to the ground- a promise that you would no longer harm. As your thoughts spiral into what could have been, you feel your body ache. Your shoulders sag from carrying such weight- your lips never once upturned to a smile. Your arms shake and you continue to gaze into the claws clutching your hair, the same claws that once crushed stardust beneath them as you watched its remains attempt to escape your grasp. A god is not supposed to feel so weak, not supposed to feel so useless, you think⁵. Had you the power to create, you would be revered. You would not be here, feeding off of cataclysm to survive. You resembled an old potency of decimation, body built with the sturdiness of asteroids and planetary blood, eyes akin to a black hole and hair like a cloak of night torn from the sky. Yet you did not succeed. You did not redeem yourself, did you, O' great Solaris? You chose to lay here and rot alongside all the celestial bodies you've disposed of, with no one to mourn you⁶. A grand goddess made pitiful with power that yet remains to be properly used…

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Level 49.2 - "Training Grounds M-1"

Thu, 07 Dec 2023 19:10:32 +0000

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Training Grounds M-1

Welcome Recruit

WARNING

The place you are in right now is known as Training Grounds M-1 or Level 49.2, which is a sub-section of Level 49 that nobody but our organization knows about. You are requested to maintain utmost secrecy on the means to access it and to never reveal the sub-section's existence to the outside public. Alongside the existence of this Mercury base.

We once again remind you that any breach of the privacy and rules of our group will be punished accordingly.

You may now proceed. Glory to the Iron Fist.

Description

The environment of the site resembles an abandoned military outpost, with forests circling the entire urban area of the level. It is also filled with broken down or unusable buildings, which are usually salvaged for the construction of better establishments.

Nissan huts also referred to as storage houses, are the primary resting quarters of each member who lives inside the level. They can be found scattered all across the environment, mainly closer to its center.

There are then two large warehouses, which store all of the weapons and supplies of our faction. The warehouses can only be accessed by captains, who lead each team inside of the faction. Each captain assigns supplies and weapons to each member of their team when it's needed.

The last building of importance is the main base building itself. A large establishment for meetings and easy transportation to the sites of other factions. Next to it, there are the training grounds, which are utilized by all members to refine their techniques and practice battling and assassination. Various kinds of targets and training dummies are used for practice.

The level follows a regular day-night cycle of 24 hours and is devoid of entities while being full of supplies which seem to always appear in most obscure spaces. This made it the perfect place to settle in by our ancestors.

It was originally discovered by one of our ex-leaders, Aayan. He and a team of 4 other members had found the entrance to the sub-section by complete luck, as it was initially covered in much soil and debris, with only a few wooden barracks and natural formations for shelter. Ever since then, our faction inhabited this land and utilized it as its main base. To this day, the entrance is kept well hidden from the public eye, and with M.E.G. 's report claiming that the level has no exits, nobody has attempted to thoroughly search for one or accessed the level voluntarily at all.

Important Information

What is the purpose of this faction?

As you may know already, this faction of the Iron Fist is known as the Mercury faction, we specialize in assassination, infiltration, and capturing. Alongside helping in strategizing for important attacks, our goal is to exterminate all Gods or God-related beings, no matter their identity, for the sake of preserving human lives.

Who is the leader of the faction?

Our faction is currently under the rule of the great Joan Arteaga, who became leader at just 13 years of age. It is irrefutable proof of her great leadership and battling abilities. She has successfully managed to lead assassinations of dangerous foes, while also maintaining a harsh militaristic leadership that made our troops stronger than ever. Alongside her, there is Madeline Arteaga, her mother, who was our leader before stepping down in her favor. She is Joan's mentor and guide, a strict and determined woman with a hard heart. Lastly, as the right hand of our Leader, there is Marianne Arteaga, her sister, who leads on the battlefield and knows how to craft the most deadly poisons.

What does a recruit need to know that's most important?

Upon recruitment, you will be given a key to one of the various Nissan huts, which will become your permanent home. Each hut has a regular-sized simple bed, a toilet, a sink, a wardrobe, a small pantry, and a fridge. Your assigned leader will also give you a beginner weapon and a training uniform. Better weapons can be obtained with good conduct and training progress.

A schedule sheet will be assigned to you upon joining, containing a strict routine that must be followed every day. The routine usually details the timings for training, eating, and missions. It serves as a way to keep everything organized and stable.

As a general way to avoid leaving behind traces of you during missions, you must cut your hair soon after joining. It's also important to not wear any jewelry or accessories for the same reason. An assassin must never leave any trace of themselves behind, or it would compromise us and their identity. Make sure to avoid getting blood on your clothes and wash them quickly if it does happen.

The weapons you will be given will always be small or simple to hide, such as daggers and knives. It's often suggested to coat the weapons in an extra layer of liquid iron for a better corroding effect against our targets. It has proven to weaken them significantly.

There are about 15 teams in the faction, all named after a letter of the alphabet. Each team has around 25 members. There are no particular differences in the groups and the reason for their existence is to supervise all members properly through the different captains by dividing them into smaller numbers. Captains are elected amongst members upon the death or disappearance of the previous captain. Those who have performed the best in missions are usually chosen.

You must not in any way speak of the Iron Fist or our faction in public, or it will result in a need to eliminate anyone who has acquired such information.

What are the ranks in this faction?

There are 4 accessible ranks in total, the first one is Simple Soldier, the rank all recruits start with. It allows basic clearance credentials and access to basic weapons. The missions assigned to members of this rank are fairly easy and utilized as training.

There is then the Experienced Soldier rank, which can be gained after being a member of the faction for a long time. It is obtained through performing various missions and training frequently.

The third rank is the Captain rank, which as previously mentioned, not only allows an individual to lead a team of their own but also allows them to have higher credentials and the ability to enter the warehouses for supply shipments.

Lastly, the fourth rank is known as Right Hand Assistant, a difficult rank to be achieved. This rank would allow someone to closely work with our leader while having the highest credential access possible. It would also allow the individual to directly participate in certain private meetings. Obtaining it is extremely complicated, as our leader would be the one directly assigning it.

What kind of missions must be performed?

Missions are often assigned by captains or directly by our Leader. The type of mission varies between ranks, while lower-ranked members are assigned missions with the sole purpose of training, like being requested to assassinate an entity or a minor threat, higher-ranked individuals are assigned true assassination missions on real dangerous threats.

For those kinds of missions, a target is assigned through a document sheet that was produced by our collaborators of the Jupiter faction. The document contains any kind of personal information about the target, it must be studied until a proper plan has been made.

Then the assassin would be sent to commit their attack and asked to dispose of the body once it has been done. As for kidnapping missions, the procedure is the same, the only difference being the need to keep the target alive and return them to the base.

Missions assigned by our Leader can vary in terms of difficulty, most require group collaboration on a mass attack on multiple threats. All that matters in the end is to stay together and attack from all fronts.

Determination will be your key to success.

Entrances and Exits

Entrances

Accessing a secret pathway in the Jupiter Base found within level 105 will lead to this sub-section. For more information regarding how to access it, speak to the great Abdias.

The most utilized and well-hidden method of access to enter the sub-section can be found within the trenches of level 49 by finding a hidden dug pathway in one of the said trenches. The spot is found in a trench that is marked with a green ribbon.

Exits

It's possible to reach the Jupiter Base in level 105 by holding onto a religious book that lacks a symbol and no-clipping through a nearby wall.

An exit to level 11 can be accessed by going through one of the barracks in the level that is labeled as "11".

By accessing a room marked with a cross and filled with religious artifacts, it's possible to no-clip to the Cathedrale Celeste.

Going through the guarded door marked with a target that is close to the storage warehouse will lead to level 196.

A message of determination

As a last step to initiate your journey as a recruit, you will watch a recording that our leader prepared for all new members. It was produced in the hope of further moving your hearts with true justice towards our good cause.

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[Joan Arteaga is sitting in front of the camera, she is fully visible. Her blue eyes were staring downwards before facing the camera. She passes a hand through her short blond hair, her movements revealing a few scars all across her face.]

For millennia, the Gods have torn apart all that we held dear. They've destroyed my ancestors, leading them to insanity… They controlled us and behaved like our commanders.

It's only thanks to our group's efforts… that we were able to gain the freedom we have today. But our fight is far from over. The traitor still breathes. Barzil igi-bala… the false man who betrayed us and sacrificed us for his selfish survival.

Until he is dead, our people will never be able to gain their revenge and be put to rest. Wherever there's a god… there will be problems, suffering, and evil. None of them can resist the urge of power.

I have been… training my entire life for this single purpose, to eliminate those who hurt us. This purpose is my entire reason for living and I will do whatever it takes to lead you and everyone else to victory.

Perhaps, you've endured the injustice of Gods in the past just like us… Now you will have the chance for revenge, you will help fix what they took away for a brighter future. The fate of humanity lies on your shoulders…

I will never let the false deities harm any human being ever again, that is my promise to you all as your leader. My oath of loyalty.

You are a soldier now, your hands will bear the means for our freedom.

Glory to the Iron Fist.

<End Log>

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The Alchemist And Philia

Fri, 24 Nov 2023 23:46:32 +0000

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The Alchemist

It was a peaceful day in Level 1, around 200 years ago. Philia, avatar of Love, had been notified of the existence of a new avatar of Comprehension to replace the previous. Enthusiastic to meet someone else like her, she immediately set off to meet him.

She wondered what he'd look like, how he'd act, what kind of things he would like… She even considered going back to make him a gift but decided against it. No time to waste, after all! There was no turning back now — she could sense him just around the corner.

The goddess quietly looked around for the mysterious avatar, only to stumble upon him as he was frantically trying to collect his bearings.

"Oh my gosh!! You're a faceling?! That's awesome! I've never seen someone like you before! It's so nice to meet you!"

She was bursting with happy energy, analyzing him with her pink eyes.

"Yes, yes, pleased to meet you… but who do you think you're talking to? 'Faceling'… I must say, I'm not familiar with a term like that."

He had a happy nonchalance to him, but he was clearly confused by her demeanour. He'd never met anyone else before, but he thought this was certainly a peculiar first greeting.

"Oh! A Faceling is a faceless entity. Usually, they can't communicate verbally at all — but you can! Isn't that amazing? You're very similar to how I imagined you, I knew I was right!"

She examined his glasses from a distance, wondering what kind of power they held. They were gilded, just like the rest of him.

"Silly me, forgetting to introduce myself! I'm Philia, the goddess of Love. You must be the god of Comprehension, and a version of the— n-never-mind."

She quickly grew embarassed and took a few breaths to compose herself.

"A version of the..?"

…

"Don't worry about it, you're new. You need to get to grips with life before we get into silly things like that, haha!"

Philia carried herself in such a light and breezy manner that the Alchemist was compelled not to question her further and kill the mood. Still, he kept his curiosity in his back pocket. He'd look into her later.

"I suppose that's right. I'd introduce myself, but I don't have a name. Call me the Alchemist."

She pretended to be surprised in an attempt not to worry him. She didn't want to look weird or odd; she'd come clean sometime, just not yet.

"No name? Well, the Alchemist works just fine. Why don't I show you around? You need a place to stay in after all! There are so many things I can teach you, I can't wait!!!"

Some pink hearts started floating around her — bottling her happiness clearly didn't work. It's always pretty visible with her.

"I suppose I do need somewhere to stay! But don't try anything funny… I'm not quite sure what's going on yet, but I'm going to figure it out. That goes for everything — even you, Philia!"

It would have been an intimidating sentiment from somebody else, but he was new to this realm.

Besides, she already knew him very well. Why wouldn't she trust him?

Dear Alchemist,

This is a letter for you, to remind you just how much I cherish you.

You and your all-seeing glasses always had something new to show me! I remember that time you engineered me a perfume that was so tailored to me that all these years later I still wear it… not to mention the pages and pages of notes that came with it. You should take more pride in your writing, it kept me hooked all day! After I figured out your handwriting, that is… I miss how enthusiastic you used to be about your research, but I suppose I should have expected us to grow jaded over time.

I was quite lonely in that period, but your presence filled a void in my heart. You let me stick around you and watch your brilliant mind at work, I won't stop thanking you for that, never. You always understood me more than I could ever understand myself, without you, I don't think I would be the Philia I am right now.

I wonder if you remember the first time I presented Fengári to you. It was quite difficult to get around convincing you-know-who, but with a bit of luck, we managed! Remember how their eyes lit up seeing the books and the papers you owned? It was absolutely adorable… Fengári was never much of an extrovert, but you took the time to suit their needs and their shyness. You are the only one who tried learning sign language for them. You have a heart of gold, my dear Alchemist, quite literally! Mentoring them was the best thing you could do for them, they could finally find some happiness despite their isolation… My poor Fengári…

I miss them, I miss them as much as you do. I know things aren't the same, how could they be? Without Fengári by our side… everything is darker. I will be strong for their sake and I know you too will also find strength in this sea of nothing. We will get them out, I swore on it.

Despite everything, you still stand by my side. No matter how much of a burden I feel like, you do not consider me such. Learning how to love myself is difficult, but you make it a better experience. Your silly antics and your disguised attempts to check on me are proof enough of that. You may be quite odd, but so am I.

My fondest memory with you, was when you showed me how to create a potion that would create pink heart-shaped clouds! It was lovely, believe me, I've kept the little bottle as a memory of it. If we ever make potions together in the future, I promise to not burn everything like I almost did that time! I am not so clumsy anymore; pinky promise.

My dear Alchemist, I hope you appreciate that you and I are closer than I am to most. The day you figured out my biggest secret, I was worried you'd freak out… but you just had a million questions to ask about it! I trusted you with the truth back then in a heartbeat, and I'd do it again. Would you do that too?

Discovering you here, again… I hope I can be friends with you everywhere, just like this. I wish I could do it all over again, to be honest. To return to how things were. Maybe then, we could always be happy. I wonder if you feel the same way sometimes, but I guess you'd be more focused on the future. "You can't change the past, Philia! So what's the point of blaming yourself?"

…She always used to say that. You're so alike, even if you don't see it that way. I guess I still have some guilt about what happened… but you've given me another chance. I think you're right about the past and the future — I should focus on the version of you that exists here and now! Maybe then, we'll all survive. Even with our scars, we will never be forgotten…

For Allseer's sake, for Fengári, for the sake of all those who loved me… I hope this time, I can be a good friend. For as long as you wish to keep me around, I will follow after you with a smile. The same smile you give me when we are together. I plead with you never to drop it.

One day, when everything is over, we three will sit by a calm tree and read a nice book like we used to. All of us.

Until then, I can only dream.

With love, Philia.

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Entity 333 - "Lorenzo Windsor"

Fri, 27 Oct 2023 14:05:01 +0000

Entity 333: "Lorenzo Windsor"

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A detailed artistic depiction of Entity 333 by one of his witnesses.

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Entity 333, AKA "Lorenzo Windsor", is a widely-rumored entity known to appear to new wanderers via their minds, specifically those who have lost significant memories of their lives in the Frontrooms. Although there is no concrete proof of his existence, he seems to have the ability to visit humans he chooses to interact with, as evidenced by multiple reports.

Due to the dearth of any proper eyewitnesses, there exists various contrasting information on the entity. However, according to our existing files, Lorenzo is typically reported to have "multicolored, kaleidoscopic eyes and dirty blond hair with moderately long bangs, with its tips having red streaks".

His clothing varies depending on the person, though he is usually described wearing "a tuxedo consisting of a black button-up shirt, a yellow vest, and a red suit, covered by a dark red royal robe". He is also often seen possessing a ruby amulet and a gray cravat. Some sources suggest he wears an off-white button-up shirt, and others reported him to be a faceless, glitching being.

Despite a drastic variety of details, there remains one constant variable in these reports. This is the presence of an uncanny, glitching crown sitting on top of the entity's head, with spires similar to that of spider legs.

scienceBiology

Lorenzo is known to be a humanoid reminiscent of a young Caucasian male — allegedly around the age of 15-18 — standing at an average mean of 5’9. Although possessing a biology similar to humans, he was reported to have a 'dread signature'.

The 'dread signature' he gives off can only be described — by all of our subjects — as a paranoia-inducing aura which causes a person's repressed experiences to forcefully resurface, oftentimes driving them into an almost deja vu-like trance state. Being in close contact with the entity for more than five minutes may cause one's memories to 'melt' and 'corrode' or go under anamnesis.

searchDiscovery

Although we have not yet seen active sightings of Lorenzo, he has been a notable figure to most new wanderers who seem to have lost chunks of memories prior to no-clipping. So far, everyone who reported this strange man consecutively noted a "crown" on his head, concluding he might actually exist (and is, in fact, not a result of mass hysteria or collective hallucination.)

Below is a recording of three interviews regarding Lorenzo Windsor, given that they are some of the most detailed files we have so far.

INTERVIEW: REPORT ON 'LORENZO WINDSOR': CASE #1
Interviewer: M.E.G. Officer
Interviewee: "Alex" (Name supplemented for anonymity); aged 36

M.E.G. Officer: “What happened the first time you got here?”

Alex: “It was a dream. … No, no, a memory. I-I think. There was a man, a strange young man. He didn't seem harmful, but h-he was there. I saw him looking at me blankly. He seemed like he was… observing me. Everything seemed so real, a-as if… as if I was there, in front of him— The silence, it was deafening…”

M.E.G. Officer: “Is that all? Did he tell you his intentions?”

Alex: “No. He did not say anything. He simply… uh, he simply summoned a cup of tea and drank it. He did not even greet me or whatever. Weird guy… his eyes were weird; colorful, despondent, nostalgic, like he's r-remembering something.”

M.E.G. Officer: “Uh huh, and what else did he do?”

Alex: “Um, he later spoke. He spoke via that brain thing—”

M.E.G. Officer: “Telepathy?”

Alex: “Y-Yes, that. He spoke to me. He did not have a voice, he did not open his mouth, h-he just shoved a bunch of words into my head, as if they were my thoughts but they were not-”

M.E.G. Officer: “Hey, hey, it's okay. He's not here. … What was said?”

Alex: “Um— W-Well, he told me his name. 'Lorenzo Windsor' or something, claimed he was some form of… king… I-I mean, he had this weird crown thing on his head, so I guess that checks out, but he also said he's been watching me through my— erm, my m… memories.”

M.E.G. Officer: “What else did you feel?”

Alex: “I felt… the wind. I felt it… And then I-I stared at them, into his eyes, and I felt— I felt off. So damn off. It was this… thing. This… dread. Like an energy, an aura, so unlike anything I've ever encountered. He knew my name, my past, and yet, I-I've got no clue on what my old life was all about. H-He— His eyes, they showed it to me, he showed me my future through memories I had not yet experienced, and how I am going to die, h-how I'm— Oh, oh God, oh fucking God—”

He starts hyperventilating.

M.E.G Officer: “Please, calm down! Do you want to go home?”

Alex stared at his hands.

M.E.G. Officer: “Alex?”

Alex was unresponsive for a few moments.

M.E.G. Officer: “Alex…?”

Alex: “… Officer.”

M.E.G. Officer: “Alex… What's wrong?”

Alex: “I-I want to see my family again. Please, please— I want to see them again! Tell them I am sorry, please! Please!”

Alex began to behave erratically, trashing around the area. A few men were tasked to hold him down and Alex was eventually sedated.

The next day, Alex was missing from the outpost. A letter was then found lying on his table, dedicated to someone he claimed he misses dearly. It has been rumored that since then, Alex developed something close to fugue and went on to search for a 'family' that never existed in the first place.

His whereabouts are currently unknown.

Conclusion: Lorenzo, while unmalicious, is still under research due to the disastrous effects that affect human beings during encounters with him.

INTERVIEW: REPORT ON 'LORENZO WINDSOR': CASE #2
Interviewer: M.E.G. Officer
Interviewee: "Bob" (Name supplemented for anonymity); aged 62

M.E.G. Officer: “So, you're one of the other witnesses of this… Lorenzo entity?”

Bob: “He was not just an entity.”

M.E.G. Officer: “… Uh, sorry, what did you just say?”

Bob: “L-Listen to me, officer. These things, entities, erm- whatever you want to call them— They were not to be trifled with. I saw what this thing was able to do, the amount of stuff he knew about me, it was creepy as hell. As if he was some… god. It was weird… His aura…”

M.E.G. Officer: “Mhm-hm, was it the same man as what everyone else told us about?”

Bob: “No, no, he was not— He looked really weird, like his entire face was glitching and loading like a black screen— He had this weird crown, a-and he did not have a mouth, like, none at all, but he spoke anyway, and I have to tell you right fucking now, we should delete everything we know about this guy.”

M.E.G. Officer: “We cannot do that, Bob.”

Bob: “… He didn't have a face. He…”

M.E.G. Officer: “He… what…?”

Bob seemed anxious.

Bob: “… He didn't have a face. He wore white clothes, but he had no face.”

M.E.G. Officer: “What do you mean by 'no face', Bob? Like a faceli—”

Bob: “He had no face! It was all a void! S-Staring at me, staring… at… me…”

M.E.G. Officer: “… Did he… tell you anything?”

Bob begins to cry.

Bob: “I was told to forget what happened to my wife, as the pain may be too unbearable for me.”

M.E.G. Officer: “… Anything else?”

Bob began to shake.

Bob: “I-I stared. I stared into the ravine which was his face. I can never go back.”

M.E.G. Officer: “… Where, Bob? To where?”

Bob: “I want my dearest Masha. Please, give her back to me…”

M.E.G. Officer: “Was Masha your wife, Bob? What… happened to her?”

Bob did not respond. After that event, Bob was rendered mute and was sent to therapy.

Conclusion: Bob's brain scans revealed a very rapid onset of cognitive decline. Moreover, further tests showed signs for a possible diagnosis of dementia, as evidenced by unnatural and abrupt atrophy in his frontal lobe and hippocampal area.

INTERVIEW: REPORT ON 'LORENZO WINDSOR': CASE #3
Interviewer: M.E.G. Officer
Interviewee: Dorothy Wells; aged 22

Dorothy: “Hi.”

M.E.G. Officer: “Hello, Dorothy. Are you able to recount your encounter?”

Dorothy shivered and nodded.

Dorothy: “He told me his name was Lorenzo. He had this… weird crown on…”

She took a deep breath.

Dorothy: “I didn't look into his eyes. He didn't want me to.”

M.E.G. Officer: “What did he look like?”

Dorothy: “He was like a man, but there was something wrong with him. And he had some… dread…”

M.E.G. Officer: “Describe it.”

Dorothy: “Scary. Like he's staring at my soul through the lens of my past. He knew my mother. He said she abandoned me when I was seven. I didn't remember having met her at all.”

M.E.G. Officer: “What else did Lorenzo mention?”

Dorothy: “I- I… I didn't remember. I just… I just knew I need to keep living on.”

Conclusion: Due to the encounter with Lorenzo, Dorothy temporarily developed false memories of her past. Although Ms. Wells never experienced anything serious, she often drew images of the entity. However, most of them were thrown to the fire by Dorothy herself after slowly recovering from the event.

She is currently taking therapy and is doing well under the care of the M.E.G.

psychologyBehaviors

Although knowledge pertaining to Lorenzo is still widely unknown, he has been reported to act calm, quiet, and asocial, showing intense aversion towards any form of touch and eye contact, as anyone who would stare directly into his eyes may experience the effects of (or something similar to) Phenomenon 43. It seems as if he does not want any mortal to experience these effects, hence his avoidance. It is unclear if he is able to control it.

He has been reported to have the ability to consume food, as evidenced by one of the interviews with "Alex". Whether he needs this to survive or not is up for debate.

Furthermore, according to witnesses, Lorenzo has been quite helpful, oftentimes assisting people in near states of amnesia remember their past to give them the vigor to keep going on. A common theory among wanderers who have encountered him suggests that he might either be doing this out of his own free will, or that he feels a strong or certain need to. Reports suggest that he is especially docile to children to whom he would seldomly hum a few songs. He would do so while staring at the floor or somewhere else in a dissociative, idle state, reminiscing about something of which is still unspecified.

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Maria

Wed, 25 Oct 2023 18:23:51 +0000

PoI Profile: Maria

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Maria depicted alongside the Alchemist. Photography is made difficult by Maria's behavior.

infoDescription

Maria is a child faceling with olive skin and dark brown hair. She possesses one brown left eye and half of a mouth on the left side of her face. Maria is often seen wearing a purple shirt with off-white arm sleeves, worn-out dirtied jeans, and a pair of velcro sneakers. She is usually seen with a pair of laboratory goggles, typically either wrapped around her neck or stationed on top of her head.

scienceBiology

Maria has the same anatomy as most child facelings, though is observed to possess myopia and a lack of depth perception. Her facial structure suggests an underdeveloped right eye buried underneath her skin. She stands at a height of 4'2 and weighs 55 lbs.

searchDiscovery

Until recently, sightings of Maria have been scarce. She was first witnessed following wanderers from a safe distance, before wanderers then began reporting her more unique behaviors (see: Behaviors).

INTERVIEW: INVESTIGATION INTO P.O.I. 'MARIA'
Interviewer: M.E.G. Officer
Interviewee: Anonymous Wanderer

M.E.G. Officer: “Could you tell me again what you witnessed?”

Wanderer: “Yeah, yeah, you need it for the logs. Whatever. I was just minding my business when I felt something watching me. And no matter where I went it just wouldn’t leave. After an hour I finally saw it.”

M.E.G. Officer: “What did you see?”

Wanderer: “This…kid, this fucking kid. I thought it was just some brat, but no. It peeked out from behind a corner, and I’m telling you, it only had one eye and the damn thing was staring right at me. I swear the kid was fucking following me.”

M.E.G. Officer: “Are you sure it wasn’t just a faceling child?”

Wanderer: “No, those kids are harmless, this one was smart.”

M.E.G. Officer: “I see.”

Wanderer: “As soon as I saw it, I ran. I wasn’t about to stay and check if it was hostile or not.”

M.E.G. Officer: “Thank you for bringing this to our attention.”

Wanderer: “No problem. Just tell me when you get rid of it, yeah?”

Maria has been observed seeking out several entities commonly associated with the Pantheon of The Lost as a sort of messenger for the Alchemist. After questioning, this was confirmed by the Alchemist himself.

INTERVIEW: FURTHER QUESTIONING RE: POI 'MARIA'
Interviewer: Paula Irving
Interviewee: The Alchemist

Paula: "Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview.”

Alchemist: “Of course, of course.”

Paula: “So, Alchemist, we've heard rumors about Maria?"

Alchemist: "Oh, her? Curious little thing, isn’t she?"

Paula: "Could you state your relation to her?"

Alchemist: "I'm her 'science uncle'. That's not the same as a normal uncle, now don't you ever forget that! It doesn't come with all the same responsibilities of being an uncle-uncle, you see… she really is capable of being left alone now anyhow. She's more like a… research associate, than anything else. Unpaid intern?"

Paula: "Interesting, interesting. May I ask about the goggles she wears? I assume those came from you?"

Alchemist: "Indeed! I gave her those, lets her see the details of things much clearer, you know?"

Paula: "I see. For clarification, you are not related to Maria biologically in any way?"

Alchemist: "No, no, not related at all."

Paula: “That’s about all the time I have today, thank you for this interview, Alchemist.”

Alchemist: “Of course. Now, how about my payment?”

Paula: “Your payment?”

Alchemist: “Oh, did you think this little interview was for free? No, no, information is still a product that requires a fair trade. It’s about time I collect what is due.”

psychologyBehaviors

Maria frequently shows curiosity towards humans, often following wanderers to merely observe them. It is not uncommon for her to rummage through the belongings of humans, although it has been noted that she never takes anything. Instead, she may prank them, with wanderers waking to find writing on their faces or with their belongings stacked in tower-like structures. Along with this, she has been observed pickpocketing wanderers, although she has never been seen keeping anything she finds, returning the items after she is satisfied.

Maria has been observed to have a lack of self-preservation at times, having been seen often holding sharp objects close to her face in order to get a better look at them. Although she is not known to have exhibited aggression towards humans, caution is nonetheless advised, as child facelings are known to throw tantrums and scratch in self defense.

In regards to food, Maria seems to hate citrus flavored items, but loves sweet-tasting things. Offering her the latter has resulted in Maria helping in exchange, whether it be finding an exit or locating helpful resources.

Maria has demonstrated a strong aversion to balloons. Her own explanation for this phobia is that she hates the sound of popping balloons, as well as the squeaking sound caused by rubbing them. It is theorized that the true source of her fear stems from an encounter with a partygoer, though this remains unconfirmed.

cameraGallery

There have been instances where wanderers run into notes that warn them of nearby dangers, such as an entities lurking nearby or environmental hazards. These drawings are confirmed to have been made by Maria. A few images of her drawings can be seen below.

groupRelations

The Alchemist: Maria is close to the Alchemist. Other than her sign name for him, that has been roughly translated to “All”, she has been observed calling him “Grandfather” or “Uncle”. It has been confirmed that they are not biologically related, but Maria seems to have a familial bond with Alchemist regardless.
The Keymaster: Maria likes to watch the Keymaster from a distance. She has mentioned in an interview that she finds his confusion funny and that she wishes that he would not disappear when he goes unconscious. This is due to the fact that she would like to prank him one day while he is asleep. She is also in possession of an unknown Level Key, but after questioning, she seems to not know where it leads to.
The Catmaster: Maria has been seen following Catmaster around whenever their paths cross, often staying a few paces behind him rather than keeping a reasonable distance between them. She has been seen attempting to pick him up more than once.
Lady Blanche: While Maria respects Lady Blanche, she has described her as “no fun” and expressed a dislike of formal etiquette, claiming that she sees no point in it.
Argos: Maria has expressed curiosity in Argos’ judgement towards laws, but says that the Alchemist has told her not to bother him.
Philia: Maria often visits Philia and brings her small gifts. She enjoys being around her and when asked, she describes her as a very kind woman.

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Lost Grace

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Three thousand years ago, this was quite the lively spot.
Level 437 was a temple dedicated to Tsovaeith, Lord of Grace, Avatar of goodwill. Tsovaeith proclaimed xemself to be the bearer of all kindness, all that was good in the world. And xey spoke truly.

Millions flocked to xyr temple, seeking absolution and contentment. Great artists built upon the level's humble framework, leaving elegant sculptures and delicate stained glass windows scattered throughout the soaring marble architecture. A garden was planted in the central clearing, flourishing with beautiful flowers and delectable crops.

Tsovaeith presided over a five-hundred-year era of peace, harmony, and good fortune. The Backrooms reverberated with an echo of true happiness.

And then it ended.

As with most calamities, it came about as a result of good intentions. Eardwulf Akermane, Tsovaeith's Champion, had ventured out to seek gifts for his master. Tsovaeith had arranged a feast for the temple's inhabitants to celebrate their prosperity, and Eardwulf needed to provide food and drink. For this task, he was given the seat of honor at the banquet, as Tsovaeith made a point of uplifting others instead of dwelling on xyr own glory.

The festivities were well underway when Tsovaeith ran out of wine. Xey did not realize that xey had run out of wine, but xey had run out of wine nonetheless.

Before the feast started, Eardwulf had brought xem an ornate wine glass from Level 87. It was masterfully crafted, embellished with diamonds and engraved with a mysterious text The Allseer claimed was gibberish. Tsovaeith was greatly impressed with it, and had commended him for his great discovery. Xey had promptly claimed it as xyr own glass for the evening, claiming that it had too much love put into it to be locked away in some stuffy cupboard.

Because Tsovaeith did not realize that xey had run out of wine, they went to take a drink from the empty glass.

Instead, the glass drank from xem.

Everyone in Level 437 had their guard down. Why wouldn't they? The temple was a place of absolute peace and safety. As such, when the glass cogs of time summoned a false idol from an era long past, nobody was prepared to defend their monument.

Tsovaeith was killed. Without xem, Eardwulf lost his connection to the divine, and he was slain as well. Some of the level's occupants managed to escape, but not many. When the dust settled, the walls were coated in blood, and the domain of the Lord of Grace was obliterated.

For three thousand years, Level 437 has been abandoned. The temple is empty. Everything, save the barest foundations, have been razed to the ground. Beauty can no longer be found here.

Without Tsovaeith's influence, avarice and envy have woven themselves into every thought and action in this world. Reality bears no kindness for us, and those who make their own goodwill cannot compete against the never-ending flow of pure scorn.

At some point in your life, you may have wondered why bad things happen to good people. Now you have your answer.

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Unnumbered Entity - "The Allseer"

Thu, 19 Oct 2023 22:04:01 +0000

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Brother Bartholomew's Canon

Physical Description

Symbols

Worship

Relationships with Others

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Hello, brothers and sisters. I have been working hard to create a page on the ancient Allseer, using the newly uncovered Canon book and the Octavians now stored @ the Archive. I am currently awaiting review.

The Allseer
Goddess of sight, understanding, alchemy, and the pursuit of knowledge.
Member of the Pantheon

An ancient drawing of the Allseer, unnamed and unattributed.
Status	Dead, reincarnated as the Alchemist.
Abode	Level 51
Animal	Cat, Owl
Tree	Willow
Level	Unknown, potentially destroyed.
Personal Information
Parents	None, 1^st Generation
Relations	Nunca (Friend, Mentor to), Philia (Friend)
Champions	None

The Allseer (ɔːl ˈsiːə) is one of the goddesses of the Pantheon, well-known for her ability to see things clearer than any human. The cult of the Allseer was largely formed by our ancient brothers in reverence of her knowledge, which went farther than any possessed by humans, and in an attempt to learn more about the Backrooms. They built her a grand temple known as the Panopticon, which stood tall until its corruption after the fall of the ancient Pantheon.

She was credited by our ancient brothers for creating the Faceless Ones.

Appearance in Texts

The Allseer has appeared consistently in many pieces of ancient text. The main secondary text sources for the Allseer are:

Octavian Text

The Octavian Texts¹ mention few details about the Allseer, though they do establish some basic traits which are consistent throughout later records. These are:

Physical Description

According to the Octavian Texts, the Allseer:

has olive skin;
wears salmon pink garbs;
has brown hair, and;
creates flower crowns.

Worship

The Panopticon was yet to be constructed during the time of the Octavian Text, and as such the worship of the Allseer was primitive and undeveloped. There was but one monthly worship cycle involving:

the killing of an owl, standing for the pursuit of knowledge;
the burying of the owl's eyes, standing for biology;
the making of arrows with the owl's feathers, standing for physics;
and finally the cooking of the owl's meat, standing for chemistry.

The owl would not be eaten, but buried among a bed of flowers². Although it is not stated, it is presumed that the flowers that the owl would be buried among were the same as the Allseer would have used for her flower crowns. No detailed floral records of the ancient paradise of the time are available.

Brother Bartholomew's Canon

Brother Bartholomew's divinely inspired Canon includes a book on The Allseer, and is the most detailed account of her to survive.

Physical Description

The physical description in the book of the Allseer in Bartholomew's Canon lines up entirely with the version from the Octavian Texts.

Symbols

The Canon likens the Allseer to:

Cats, for being wise;
Owls, for being all-seeing (this refers to some owls' ability to rotate their heads 270 degrees);
Willow Tree, for being wise and far-reaching.

Worship

There are no mentions of the earlier religious rites described in the Octavian Texts for the Allseer in her book.

The book of the Allseer set out the earliest plans and justifications for the building of the Panopticon, and is our main source for its internal structure. It sets out the idea for the temple as a ring-shaped garden with a tower in the middle from which all of the garden can be observed. The garden was supposed to have three levels, stacked atop each other³, all visible from the central tower.

This garden would host religious rites and festivals. The book does not speak of any festivals in particular.

Due to her death, worship of the Allseer was not present in any further writing.

Relationships with Others

Humans

During the time of human subjugation to the gods of the Pantheon, the relationships between humans and gods were few and far between. That being said, the Allseer does seem to have cared deeply for humans, and been more on the side of self-determination and freedom for the human population.

Gods

Nunca

One story recounts the relationship between Nunca and the Allseer. She refers to Nunca more formally than other characters, showing a unique respect for him. This respect was reciprocal, Nunca having shared a close friendship with her.

Their friendship ended following a revelation of her vision of the future, specifically that Nunca would soon die.

The Allseer knew on that day that she could no longer keep this a secret. Flowers on her head wilted, eyes unobscured and uncovered⁴, she approached him.

"My brother Nunca," asked she, "May we speak privately?"
"Yes!" he proclaimed. "Talk to me."

The two ventured to the top of the highest peak in the village, where few ventured. Paths would never be beaten there before the village's end.

"My visions these past days have troubled me, as you know. One such vision concerns you, brother Nunca." she revealed to him.
"Me?"
"Soon, you will see the day of your own destruction. Light of the sky and of laughter will be too much for your eyes. We can do nothing."

Silence rang out. The peak's rickety willow calmed its rustling.

"…Thank you for telling me, I suppose. Do you know when?"
"You have but a month, brother."

She was correct.

Philia

The only other notable relation of the Allseer's, Philia knew her well. She was her primary confidant, not willing to burden Nunca with her worries.

"It's magnificent." she⁵ said, stepping back.

Their statue had been as beautiful as they had imagined. The flower crown was then laid upon her head as a final touch — solidifying its reality for the two of them.

"Philia, sister of mine… may we take a break from our labours? To speak, I mean." asked the Allseer, less than concerned with the sculpture.
"Oh? Do go on, you know I will always remain here for you, sister."

The Allseer had always pitied Philia somewhat. She sensed betrayals in her future, yet saw her unequipped to handle them — a friend all too willing to bear the weight of a wolf leaning upon her for support, even as its claws dug into her. It appeared she would need to avail of this, though the very thought troubled her deeply. It mattered none at all.

"It is about…

…the humans."

Though Philia had been warned of the upcoming massacre, she had been sworn to secrecy. It is unknown if she confronted the bastard Greyking or not, though this is unlikely.

Others

The ancient Pantheon often sought insight from the Allseer, asking her questions to varying degrees of success.

The final story written about the Allseer was an exchange between Gatekeeper and her for this exact purpose.

The last human squirmed through the door, and the two were finally alone. The master of Access spoke hoarsely and carefully.

"I ask for your insight once again, sister." he coughed out.
"Go on, I have little time to entertain you." she responded, with barely the energy to spend on this conversation.
"How do I assure the loyalty of my worshippers? I have been… I am suspicious of them, I will admit."

This was not the sort of question she had been hoping for.

Modern Day

It is unclear what happened to the Allseer following the original massacre. This is the period in which texts begin mentioning her more infrequently, and all artistic depictions originated prior to this point.

She was killed by the Iron Fist. This has been boasted by them for many years. It is not known exactly how they managed to capture and murder her, given her foresight and knowledge⁶. According to them, she was one of the last to be killed of the original ancient Pantheon.

An indirect reincarnation of the Allseer exists today, the Alchemist. This occured 200 years ago, and is most likely related to her creation of the Faceless Ones.

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The Alchemist

Wed, 04 Oct 2023 21:49:48 +0000

PoI Profile: The Alchemist

Info

this is a semi-port of the alchemist page from the backrooms fandom wiki! there's more lore to be had there, and a wee bit more will be added soon… pillar monologue, anyone?

feel free to write tales and add them into the relevant tales section !! (this is me giving you permission to make that one type of edit to just this page, not setting a precedent for other pages or allowing any other substantive page edit)

i swear that scutoid chap from the fandom wiki gave me permission, i prommy……….

here's his dumb fandom wiki page

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A sketch by the M.E.G. of the Alchemist, photo pending.

infoDescription

The Alchemist is an entity with strong alchemical¹ abilities that bears a resemblance to a human, albeit set apart by distinct and eccentric attributes. The top of his face resembles a faceling's, unsettlingly smooth skin replacing the eyes, though with a contour suggesting an underlying eye socket. His ears are distinctly pointed, reminiscent of an elf's rather than a human's. His ghastly white complexion and salt-and-pepper beard contrast with his toothy grin, beaming alongside the slight golden sheen his skin exhibits in direct light.

His attire resembles that of a scientist's, a practical yet sleek lab coat. It's made of loose fabric that gathers at the cuffs, cinched at the waist with a practical brown belt and a gilded buckle.

The Alchemist's coat pocket most commonly includes two items: a pen, and a magnifying glass. These items signify the Alchemist's curiosity and propensity for science, though only the pen is used by him frequently².

scienceBiology

The Alchemist's biology is, as one might expect, largely unknown. His vision is reportedly precise and far-reaching, unlike his hearing which (despite his ears being an irregularly pointed shape) is equivalent to a human's in range.

Through a manual, painstaking process the Alchemist can rapidly heal substantial injuries. This makes him difficult to successfully attack, though he still exhibits an aversion to risk due to the pain and effort of healing.

searchDiscovery

Unlike many similar entities such as the Keymaster, records of the Alchemist do not date back to the time of ancient civilisations entering the Backrooms and forming The Lost. He is revered by the modern-day Lost as the reincarnation of the Allseer³, even as physical evidence for this correlation is scarce⁴. Documentation of the Alchemist dates back only 200 years at the very earliest.

The Alchemist is, nowadays, not an entirely uncommon sighting, though he may be elusive if you aim to find him for yourself. He tends to stay in safer levels, such as Level 4.

psychologyBehaviours

The Alchemist has an eccentric personality, and can be very unpredictable. He carries himself in an enthusiastic manner even at the worst of times, caring very little for the circumstances around him. His manner of speaking — though often dotted with scientific vocabulary — is remarkably nonchalant and enthusiastic when compared to other similar entities. His attitude to alchemy is one of great pride, coupled with a genuine passion for the craft.

Did I used to be more… formal? What, like the Keymaster? No, never in my life. What you see is what you get, and I've been that way as long as I can remember! Well, that isn't too far back, granted… no matter. Just don't worry about it too much.

~ The Alchemist

A piece of gold created by the Alchemist from a chunk of lead.

The Alchemist's main ability is, according to him, the ability to "understand anything, down to its most basic systems" — this apparently can mean anything from seeing things' insides without opening them to comprehending and editing their molecular structures.

His expertise can be enlisted in return for a favour; procurement of items, the teaching of interesting information, or even the revival of the dead could be possible if he chooses to entertain your request. The favours and trades he asks for in return vary from trivial to substantial, for example:

Human blood (withdrawn from a syringe he keeps inside his coat);
Busywork, for example, "Get me a doughnut;"
Your mortal soul;
Human currency which he apparently collects;
Half of your personality⁵;
A cigarette.

If his request is too difficult to fulfil, you might be better served asking for his help on another day when he's in a better mood.

groupRelations

Lady Blanche — "Lady Blanche! She has very good tea, and absolutely amazing whisky if you ask— oh, and books, I suppose that's what you were asking about. Yes, yes, she's got all the information you could ever need." — As might be expected of all but the most stubborn, the Alchemist is on good terms with Blanche it seems.
The Game Master — "Tolerable. That's all. I can't stand her voice, or her mannerisms, or her— she's simply tolerable. That being said, I think there's something more to her. Maybe I should give her another shot." — The Alchemist has displayed mild frustration with the Game Master upon questioning. The current status of their relationship may be different, though. Further questioning pending.
Pillar Scribe — "Hey, don't talk about Paris like that! He's not so bad if you get to know him. Like me, hah!" — The Alchemist is known to have a great deal of respect for Paris as a purveyor of information and general friend. They haven't been seen together, but they presumably meet in the Cygnus Archive.
Argos — "He's the law, I guess… but still, his overbearing grip on people bugs me. He doesn't have any logic, he just… picks things to be the rules. As far as I can tell, anyway. I make no effort to understand him. Useless."
Kushim — (After reviving an M.E.G. agent who would rather remain unnamed) "Oh, come on! You don't really NEED a soul, do you? Just get drunk, it's basically the same thing. Worked for me, anyway." — Kushim and the Alchemist appear to be friendly with each other. Still, the Alchemist refuses to ask Kushim for the souls of people he brings back to life, instead redirecting them to seek him out for themselves.
Fengári — "Oh, Fengári? Right. They're my BIGGEST FAN! Just watch them, with someone like me as a role model, they're sure to go places. I haven't seen them in a while, though… have they gone missing?" — They and the Alchemist are often seen signing to each other in an unidentified language not similar to ASL or BSL.
Philia — "Right, that one. I can't bear to stay short with her, even though she can be SO boring. She's kind, though, and she cares to listen to me and not just dismiss me… maybe that makes her more insane than I am?" — The Alchemist seems to have a soft spot for her.

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No Gaius is A. River

Mon, 25 Sep 2023 02:14:18 +0000

Somewhere at the top of the universe, in the four hundred fourth circle of heaven…

A being of marble sits alone at a creek — or, at the very least, a 3D mesh in the shape of one. She watches raptly as liquid data, simulating water, flows past, making a staticky sound similar to running water as the data flows further and further down.

The creek has no end in sight. It is infinite and defies all logic, much like this landscape. She would know — she'd created it. The beautiful sculpture stands up, her short stone hair and long robes impossibly flowing in the simulated wind as she walks away from the creek.

There is a mountain nearby; perhaps she can find solace there. She makes it near the top in just four steps, the landscape cracking and shifting around her feet as she warps space and time to reach her destination. She doesn't care; it's not like you can break what is already fragmented beyond repair.

With a quiet sigh, she sits down, staring with dull, unhappy eyes at the paradise that she reigns over. She glances at the skybox, seeing a few digital clouds flicker in and out of existence while the others twist and contort, their code broken and mangled beyond recognition.

She ponders if she should make it rain, and see how much code remains functional enough to do that simple task. She raises her hand, then stops, uncertainty flickering across her perfect features as her hand wavers, before falling to her side.

She is so tired that she doesn't even try to suppress the other one as ze takes control again, hardened features softening into tangible human flesh as hir eyes dart around the home of broken dreams. "That's… huh." Ze snaps hir fingers, the sound reverberating across the land with no response, not even pebbles of rejected code sliding down the mountain they are perched upon.

Ze glances behind hir, grimacing despite looking at nothing but empty air. "Why are you being less combative now these days?" ze asks, curiosity overpowering previous misgivings against the god that ze is bound to. "You're being awfully docile."

Then, hir features turn to marble and stone, hir inquisitive expression replaced with one of subdued sorrow and coldness. "it is none of your concern," she snaps, before quietly adding, "my love."

Her features soften again, quite literally as the marble falls away, falling to the ground before flickering out of existence as ze replies, "It's certainly my concern, seeing as how I'm bound to you and all. Especially since I'm meant to be stopping you from trying to condemn everyone to your shared suffering, which reminds me… why aren't you trying as hard anymore?"

She takes control from hir again, more forcefully and irritated than the last time, her head whipping forward and marble encasing it in her visage. "why are you so worried for me, little one?" Despite the endearing name, her voice is full of venom as she hisses the words out, static lacing every syllable as she growls, "surely you've learned by now that you can't do anything to stop me. do you still hope to convince me to change my ways, have us embrace while i abandon the path i've set myself upon for so long?"

"You're dodging the question," ze shoots back, as parts of the marble on the right side of her face fall away to reveal hir inquisitive features. "Are you… depressed?"

"ever the investigative one," she snarks, rolling her one eye as her mouth curls into a disdainful frown. "i wonder how that worked out for you."

Ignoring the jab, ze presses on, saying, "I know I can't stop you or make you change, but I genuinely want to understand why. What's your problem with everyone? Hate like this can't just come out of thin air, no matter how much you might try to convince me otherwise." Hir hand presses against the ground, as ze feels the steadily decaying code of heaven around them. "This vendetta against everyone? It's personal. You don't just come up with this horrible little plan right off the bat, I mean, using our memories against us? Manipulating us with images of our loved ones? Something tells me you're hurting."

She bares her teeth as she grits out, "if you keep up this train of thought, the only one i'll be hurting is you, river."

"You've already hurt me before," River replies. "It's not like it's going to be any different from the last time. Besides, that's my goal all along, remember? As long as everyone else doesn't suffer, I'll take anything you wanna dish out."

She breathes out, marble hand closing into a fist as her expression falls back into some semblance of neutrality. "why should i tell you?" she quietly asks. "you are my love. you are also mortal. you wouldn't understand."

Ze thinks ze can hear the slightest tinge of grief in that sentence. "I know we've had our differences, and that you're a revenge-hungry god hellbent on psychologically mauling everyone, but maybe it'll help to tell someone else. Like me. I'm your captive audience," ze says, cracking a joke at hir expense. "Besides, I'll be stuck with you till the end of time. Maybe it's that stupid human empathy, but I want to hear your troubles. I want to… help you, as impossible and outrageous as that sounds."

"help me?" She can't keep the disbelief out of her voice. "you are insane."

River shrugs. "I mean, I did willingly bind myself to you just to stop you from hurting anyone else in the Backrooms, so-"

"i will not be patronized by some brat who is so, so much younger than me," she growls. "and i am certainly not resorting to having you as my therapist."

"Suit yourself," ze coolly replies. "But I'll always know you're hurting. And whether we both like it or not, I'll always be here for you."

The marble sculpture scoffs, but then glances at the shifting ground beneath them, her expression pondering. When she speaks again, it is quiet, and almost meek in how subdued it is. "you'll really listen to me?"

River cracks hir single eye open, saying, "Mhm," as ze gazes up at the fractal sky.

She digs her fingers into the ground slightly, the code easily crumbling to her touch as it deletes every line that composes it at its creator's command. "…you… i… i was not always like this," she tentatively begins.

"Tell me about it."

"shut up," she snaps, before her anger quickly subsides. "before there was nostalgi gaius, there was someone else. someone lesser… someone happier." A wistful ghost of a smile appears on her face, as she seems to remember memories that had long since been buried under eternities of hurt. "i was gudang, one of many siblings. we were gods once — all of us. each with our own personal circle of heaven. my lover was augustus, his clothes blindingly white with golden, flowing hair and a pair of majestic wings that were bigger than his body."

"Sounds like an angel," River remarks, listening intently to her tale.

Not even angry at the interruption, she replies, "he was…." Her face falls, and she breathes out as she stomps down on her grief. "this universe was a playground for our incomprehensible powers. our personal paradise to frolic in for all eternity, to do as we pleased. i think, if your organization's archivists learned about how exactly the backrooms that you know came to be, they'd either balk or faint at the mere mental image of it."

Ze lets out a quick chuckle at that. "Do tell."

"it has been so long. i cannot remember exactly when, but, i grew discontent with what little we had. the universe was so empty, and that fact became more and more glaring to me the more i thought about it. what was the point in such a miserable existence if we had nothing else?" She lets out a bitter laugh. "ungrateful. that's what i would describe my past self as. i should have been content with what was already perfect. i…"

River glances at Nostalgi Gaius. "Do you want to stop, or…?"

"no," she grinds out. "someone has to hear it. someone has to remember, or i'll never know peace. even if it's you, i don't care. i just… i've kept this tragedy to myself for far too long. claudius and augustus don't deserve to be forgotten while i exist forever in everyone's minds."

"I see," ze says. "Carry on, then."

Nodding, she continues, "claudius tried to cheer me up with his wonderful dances. oh, you should've seen how he looked with those ribbons trailing his every move. it was truly something else." She looks down. "i was not satisfied. augustus tried to weave stories and tales for me to listen to, his imagination so vivid that every story he came up with managed to top the last in its grandeur. again, i was not satisfied."

Ze thinks ze can see where this is going. "You wanted more than the same people to talk to," ze says. Isn't that a wonderful thought? The idea that Nostalgi Gaius — or rather, Gudang — not only predates hir, but is partially responsible for the creation of this world. And yet here ze is, trying to console her.

Gudang gives a small smile at that. "perceptive. yes, i was bored. so claudius obliged. he weaved the empty ocean into toys, objects that i would play around with until i got bored and moved on to the next. a doll that never got lost no matter how many times i forgot its location, a delicious wine in a suitably elegant cup that blew everything that i had previously tasted out of the water… it was all my young mind could ever dream of… until it wasn't."

"…Wait," River says, furrowing hir brow. "So he created almond water?"

She allows herself to feel some small amount of surprise. "is that what its current iteration is? how… humble. anyways, i grew restless again. i, like the little young brat that i was, wanted more. claudius tried his hand at creating more toys, but i wanted none of them. i didn't want lifeless, inanimate objects to play with until i got bored. i wanted living creatures. more friends to talk to, friends to share these toys with."

"…Me," ze quietly says.

"not quite. the beings you now know as entities were those friends. they were not always that hideous, that hostile and that dangerous. they were amicable, loving creatures. they were born from augustus' grandiose wings as he danced around and painted on the very universe, blessing it with his creations. his first one was as grand as he was, a bipedal, humanoid creature with a strikingly handsome face that almost rivaled his beautiful visage."

"I'm gonna take a guess and say it was a faceling."

"that's… that's exactly what we decided to name it." Her eye narrows. "anyways, augustus and i would eventually bear our greatest creation: our child, our beautiful shaltokol. my siblings, augustus… they all loved me. they all tried their hardest to make me happy. i repaid them by metaphorically spitting on their offerings and discarding them, taking things into my own hands. i shouldn't have…" Gudang gulps, remembering everything clearly.

"those dearest to me could form toys and living beings. can you tell me what i could do?" Gudang gives a small smile, her eye half-lidded as she waits for her companion to answer.

River snorts. "If I had to guess, going by the pattern established so far, you can create levels." Ze sighs. "Honestly, that explains a lot about your painfully widespread influence across the Backrooms. No wonder you were practically everywhere."

The woman of marble nods in approval. "correct," she replies, "though they were not called that. they were realms, each with their own unique aspects. and alongside my other siblings, i made many of them, painstakingly crafting them with my own imagination like works of art. it was a grand cosmic dance. oh you should have seen how we strode across the heavens with our celestial forms. it was our paradise. and with the toys and friends, they were filled, and we watched the spectacle of this world developing. it was our greatest pride and joy. it was our home."

"…That's… nice," ze mutters, not knowing what to say.

"it was perfect. it was, until i stopped playing for just a moment and listened to the inquisitiveness in my soul. i wandered the ocean. i found the point. the point in the universe where all realities folded in on each other, overlapping and looping and so on and so forth in such a maddening, logic-defying display that any normal human who perceived it would've lost themselves trying to make sense of it."

Gudang leans forward, her brow furrowing as she recalls that fateful decision, the one that led to it all crashing and burning in the end. "i was arrogant. i wanted to fix it all. i wanted to be the one to claim that i had saved the worlds we had created, and it reflected in the way that i fixed that error that i'd found. i made my own world. again. but this time, i poured my heart and soul into it, made it as perfect as possible. i solved the error. i created paradise. my previous works had flaws of their own, partly because i was in a rush and partly because i hadn't cared to fix such small bugs in the system. but this? this was my masterpiece."

River looks around, taking in the sight of four hundred and four as ze slowly connects the dots. "This is paradise," ze manages to get out, muted shock on hir features.

"i wasn't lying when i said that about this world. it had no flaws. at all. even now, everything is geometrically perfect and will stay that way… at least, as long as most of the code persists in some way. and it does, even with the eventual corruption and decline of my own heaven's stability due to being created as a patch for a hole that will never go away, no matter what i try."

"…You… didn't mention Claudius or Augustus." Ze glances at her, trepidation on hir face as hir mouth becomes a thin line.

Gudang looks down at the ground in melancholy, running her fingers through the broken soil as she shudders. "i didn't tell them. i did, after already creating my solution. my perfect solution. my perfect world. i just needed them to be there for me as they always had been, wanted them to be proud of me. of what i've done for them, for us."

Remembering what the god said earlier, the former archivist grimaces, realizing what's about to happen. "But it was your perfect world."

"it was," Gudang quietly agrees, breath hitching as she remembers the betrayal on her brother's face and the pain that she felt as she wondered why he wasn't happy. "i was such a fool. i should've brought it to their attention. i should've created it with them next to me, with their input. i should've… i…"

Burying her face in her hand, the marble woman gulps as she tries to hold back her rampant emotions. "i… i made claudius unhappy. he was right. he was right. i was just… the world was just for myself, i only made it perfect with myself in mind. i never thought… i never considered what they would want. my husband tried to defend me," she gasps, "and something in my brother snapped. resentment, fury, and jealousy all rose to the surface… he was mad at augustus. he was acting irrationally. he drew his sword, and tried to strike augustus down.

River has no words for this, merely biting hir lip as ze gives hir other half a pitying look.

"augustus, bless his noble heart, fought back, taking great pains to not hurt my brother. i… i wish he had. maybe if the fight had ended sooner, they wouldn't have broken our- my paradise in their duel. maybe augustus wouldn't have had his wings severed, and maybe i wouldn't have had to see him fall into the pit and come out mangled and brutalized. dead, but somehow still moving." Gudang clasps a hand over her mouth, shutting her eye as she tries to recompose herself.

"augustus… or, what he had been twisted into, slew my brother by dragging him into the pit. i could only hear glimpses of their struggle. i don't think i'll ever even be able to recover either of their bodies to bury them. they're gone, in places where time and space are broken beyond repair, where logic is false and where anyone who is already in them will never be able to return to the rest of the universe ever again." Her body shakes and trembles, as she digs her nails into her marble skin and tries to break it.

"i failed them all, river. the pantheon, the humans, the entities. i didn't deserve to live after all of it. i was the cause of all this! why did i have to stay alive? why did i have to process my brother and my lover killing each other in such a brutal display? why did i have to watch their creations twist and change and fail as chaos engulfed the universe? why did i have to watch my worlds corrupt and fall apart with everyone and everything inside them stuck along for the ride?"

Her voice breaks as she quietly utters, "maybe the universe thought it the perfect way to punish me. i caused all of this grief. it was only fair that i lived to see the consequences of my actions, wasn't it?"

"Gudang, I-"

"i did the only thing i could." Gudang gulps, her hand on her breast as she does not feel her heart beat beneath her chest of stone. Her voice is quiet, and River strains to even hear it as she says, "i grabbed a piece of the sky. what was left of it. i carved my memories out of my head, and with it, all my sentiment, all the good that remained inside of me after such a traumatic ordeal."

"i tried to forget." She turns, her eye widening with fresh tears still streaking down it as it stares at hir hatefully. "but that clearly didn't work. because i still remembered it, river. i remembered. i remembered it all thanks to you!"

River's eye widens. "Wait-" Before ze can get any more words out, Gudang's hand grasps onto hir face, her fingers pressing on the inside of hir mouth as the grieving goddess tries to rip hir open.

"i… i can't believe i displayed such vulnerability to you. i can't believe i told you all of this. you made me tell you all of this. you. fucking. trickster!" Gudang snarls, gasping for air as she tries to blink the tears away. "i didn't want to remember any of this! you made me remember, just to hurt me! it all makes sense. why else would you suddenly care so much for me? nothing's free. especially not someone else's love!"

"Gugang!" The archivist bites down on her fingers, and somehow, hir teeth manage to chip the marble, eliciting a pained cry from hir other as she withdraws her hand and gives River some room to breathe. "Gudang! Fuck is wrong with you!? I was trying to help you! You- you let it out! You don't have to suffer this alone. I'm listening to you! I just want you to stop hurting so badly."

Gudang grits her teeth, nursing her fingers with her thumb as she glares at the archivist. "that thing about listening to me was just a lie, wasn't it? you wanted me to remember something i didn't want to. you wanted to hurt me. it's the only explanation that makes sense."

"I'm not you!" River snaps, hir patience wearing thin. "I'm not you. I don't emotionally manipulate people! I don't want to hurt people, and I'm not some master manipulator who likes to see people suffer. I promise you, I had no ulterior motives. I just wanted you to let all your negative feelings out, so that you didn't have to bear the burden alone." The archivist's gaze softens, and ze places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I understand now. Your behavior makes sense to me now. And you know what? I'm sorry."

"you're… apologizing." Her eye twitches. "i hurt you, and yet you're the one apologizing."

"I didn't know you would have this bad of a reaction to recounting your story to me."

Gudang looks down at the ground, her expression carefully neutral as she slowly pushes hir hand off of her shoulder. With a sigh, she wipes her eye with her hand, gazing at the breaking landscape and the fragmenting skybox.

"…thank you," she quietly mutters under her breath.

"You're welcome."

They stare at the horizon in silence for a few more peaceful minutes as they both come to terms with what has happened between them. It's odd, to Gudang, at least. She can't wrap her head around it. But she has the feeling that she doesn't need to.

Maybe it's the thought that counts, that she still has someone after losing everyone dear to her because of her actions. Maybe she can be at peace. Maybe.

"river?"

"Yeah?"

"let us never speak of this again. please."

"…Got it."

It is then that their attention is drawn to the newest being falling into heaven. But he is unlike most others. Certainly not human. River can feel Gudang gaius staring intently, and it sends shivers down hir spine.

"…gatekeeper."

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The death of innocence

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Ode to Love

Entity 64 - "The Puzzle Maker"

Revelation of Agalan II

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REVELATION OF AGALAN II

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