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This was written by Venomous mount
Inspiration and additional help from the article rewriters of the Partygoers page:
MC_Crafter_24_7
Much needed grammar corrections:
Derrick770
Provided critique for the intro and motivation:
Praetor3005
Suggested change for the concept and around-the-clock critique:
MisterNemu
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Overview of Reality-3:
Reality-3 is a parallel universe within the Backroom's Main Site Multiverse. In this timeline, the Partygoers had never discovered the process of turning Facelings into Partyhosts. Due to the absence of LUCA tears and the dependence on Partyhosts serving as the primary means of spreading the Partygoer curse, their existence remains on the brink of total annihilation. In a final attempt to prevent their civilization from dying out, the Partygoers seek out another entity that embodies their destructive motives. They manage to subdue and infect an Immoral Nonbeliever with the Partygoer curse, transforming a biased soul into their greatest successor, The Nonbeliever Who Parties. This new tyrant - possessing the Partygoer's morality and the Immoral Nonbeliever's murderous bloodlust - projects his influence throughout the levels, seeking to achieve the complete extinction of all life within this realm.
An artist's depiction of The Nonbeliever Who Parties. (Art created by Kiwi)
Jacob Miller made his way through the rear exit, ensuring the emergency door was securely shut behind him.
It was almost an hour past midnight, as the other soldiers were likely sound asleep until morning. Given the circumstances, this was undoubtedly the ideal moment to act out after curfew. A direct attempt to sneak out through the front entrance poses a significant risk, as patrol officers maintain constant surveillance over the premises after hours. Needlessly dangerous; therefore, the back of Base Omega offers the best chance of a quick escape without being caught.
The wall, made of natural rocks and remnants from the old world, came into view. Moving carefully, Jacob climbed over the barrier. Upon landing safely on the other side, he brushed the dust off his work clothes and let out a sigh of relief.
Jacob yearned for the excitement of exploring on his own, unbothered by anyone else's interference for a few hours at most. He grew tired of always having to follow orders and the lack of freedom that came with serving as an official member of the M.E.G. Setting aside the feeling of guilt, he advanced through the office-like space on Level 4, relying solely on his flashlight to navigate the deepening darkness.
He kept walking while repeatedly flipping his flashlight to keep his mind engaged. On his fourth flip, it fell through his hands and struck his foot. Overcome with fury at the thought of walking around the remainder of the night with a swollen big toe; he punted his flashlight down the hallway.
Realizing his mistake, Jacob ran over in a panic as he inspected the lens for any damage. The source of the light directed his attention to the barricaded tape and vinyl sheeting that obscured a "Time 4 Fun" poster. Initially, he ignored the risk of losing his life over stupidity, but then the gears started turning in his head.
Despite the apparent restrictions on traversing the Partygoer Headquarters, his curiosity intensified, compelling him to explore the SS Fun =). If their species of party-loving savages had gone extinct, theoretically speaking, there wouldn’t be any real danger to consider.
Jacob quickly scanned the area, making sure there were no onlookers. He opened his switchblade and sliced away at the protective layer, exposing the impelling-colored banner. A vibrant thrill pulsed through his veins, igniting every nerve as he clenched his fists tightly, fighting to harness the whirlwind of emotions channeling within him.
He reached out and pressed his entire hand against the poster, instantly no-clipping to the cruiser's main deck.
Jacob was immediately blown away as an unbearable odor invaded his nostrils. The stench of rotting corpses and decaying flesh contaminated the ship's ambience, causing tears to well up in his eyes.
Fighting off the putrid smell by pinching his nose shut, Jacob walked along the main deck, following a spiral staircase toward the ship's upper decks. The sight of decomposing bodies ultimately overfilling the crimson pool made him almost want to vomit over the edge into the pale blue sea below.
Jacob soon found himself standing at the entrance of the ship's bridge, presenting an opportunity to assess the operational system in command. He attempted to turn the rusted locking wheel on the watertight door, but it wouldn't budge. He then gripped the wheel tightly with both hands and pulled with all his might. The door made a loud metallic screeching as it opened just wide enough to slip through.
As he crossed the threshold, a wave of disappointment washed over him. The glass windows that would have offered such a beautiful view of the endless sea were shrouded in the green fog. The built-in computers weren't any different, as the screens refused to turn on. The control system, navigation, and even communications were also inoperable.
In bewilderment and frustration, Jacob returned to the main deck with uncertainty rolling around in his head. Finding himself with no other options, he decided to take the elevators that corresponded to the lower decks of the SS Fun =). As he stepped into a lift displaying floors 2-6, the captivating music emanating from the speakers drew him in, heightening his anticipation.
The song's melody was reminiscent of the nursery rhyme he used to sing in elementary school, similar to "Row, row, row your boat." The pleasant reminder made him grin as the elevator descended to the third floor.
After a gentle chime, the doors opened, unveiling a whimsical paradise of delight that would challenge anyone's sanity. The walls were layered in decorative shapes along the orange wallpaper, stretching on for miles as far as his eyes could observe. Jacob stood firm, his confusion deepening as the bloodcurdling screams he had expected were abruptly replaced by an eerie silence. The party rooms were adorned in traditional-birthday themed décor and filled to the brim with party favors; only these rooms seemed to lost their touch, as a thick layer of dust covered the entirety of the props as well as the furniture.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary apart from the song's melody, which continued to play on a consistent loop over the intercom. He felt relieved but couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.
Jacob selected the fourth floor, eager to make his journey worthwhile. As the elevator proceeded to descend further below, he was left alone with his thoughts.
He began devising a made-up story in case anyone was waiting for him back home, trying to envision the perfect excuse to explain his absence. At the very least, a mere slap on the wrist for wandering off alone in the dead of night felt most appropriate for a first-time offense.
He paused in mid-thought as the music transitioned to a suspenseful drowning jingle, gradually taking on a more somber tone that resonated within the elevator's confined space.
The feeling of goosebumps rippled across his skin.
As the elevator came to a halt on the fourth floor, the doors slid open, unveiling an unsettling scene. The once vibrant orange-colored wallpaper had rotted to a musty green as the sequence of the patterned shapes peeled away. The overhead lights flickered, offering minimal guidance for navigating the endless corridors. Jacob felt a tightening sensation in his stomach as he gripped his shirt collar in fear.
He wanted to return to the upper decks, but his inner voice urged him to proceed. Ultimately, the posters reading "Time 4 Fun" spelled in reverse were his only hope of getting off this death trap.
Moving further along, the floor was stained with dried blood, as well as severed chunks of yellow flesh rotting away. The decaying waste seemed to belong to the Partygoers. A growing sense of unease settled within Jacob as he struggled to set aside his nerves.
The carnage became increasingly severe as he advanced throughout the labyrinth of hallways. The party rooms lacked their previous cheerful decorations, as the fun-time décor was discarded like trash on the ground. The tables were in dismal condition, with plastic and metal silverware repurposed as if they had been used as surgical instruments, highlighting an apparent disregard for cleanliness and proper dining practices. Braided wiring hung from the ceiling, displaying drawn-out sketches supported by clothespins. The images depicted drawings of the anatomy of Partygoers, explicitly focusing on the head and facial region. Showcasing meticulous incisions made in various segments of the brain, indicating areas to be altered or removed entirely.
However, it wasn't only the Partygoers. In adjacent rooms, operating stations with similar documents awaited designated entities: Skin Stealers, Followers of Jerry, Coders, Wretches, and so on, as files were marked for each one to undergo their own surgical procedure.
Jacob felt nauseated as he examined the papers in disbelief.
The melody from the intercom abruptly ceased. Jacob paused his actions, remaining still as a disconcerting voice transmitted through the speakers.
"You know it's very rude of people to stick their nose in places where they don't belong, right? But that's ok. There is no sense in leaving now. Stay here with us. You'll fit right in." The mysterious voice announced, "Go back to your means of transportation. I have a surprise to show you. You'll want to see it." =)
What followed was hysterical laughter that went on for about five seconds, until it was suddenly cut off as the disorienting music came back on.
Jacob stood paralyzed, his body contracting in fear, too terrified to dare move a single muscle. Tears streamed down his face as it became clear: he was undeniably bound by his fate. The crying quickly turned into soft chuckling as he retraced his steps back to the elevators.
He pressed the button as the only operating lift ascended from the sixth floor.
"Heh, I am going to die here. I can't believe I did this." Jacob laughed to himself while clutching his head, trying to contain his composure.
The doors opened, revealing the walls and tiled ceiling were now adorned with the Partygoer's signature red smiley faces. The same two red lines made out the eyes, but a white substance created the curling smile.
As he entered the elevator, the buttons corresponding to their selected floors had been shattered beyond recognition. A small note read, "Click me =)" on the right-hand side with an arrow pointing to the sixth floor, which was the only selection left unscathed. A red light illuminated from the selected button, indicating the chosen destination. He closed his eyes as the elevator began its final descent.
The elevator jolted as it arrived on the sixth floor of the SS Fun =). Jacob gripped the railing behind him with sweaty palms, awaiting his pending demise. The same gentle ding from before announced the door's opening, yet it hesitated, emitting a rasping sound as it fought to part entirely. His eyes were shut tightly, but the excruciating temptation forced them back open.
"Wha-what the fuck is this supposed to be? This-this can't be real."
The hallway ahead of him loomed in darkness, as the walls were a deep crimson contrasting the floors he had traversed earlier. The ground was now covered in delectable looking desserts, with burning birthday candles providing the only source of illumination in the seemingly endless corridors. Partygoers stood motionless within the eerie light, facing each other along both sides of the walls. The majority donned the standard yellow appearance, with some being red, green, blue, and white.
The music didn't sound distraught anymore; all that remained was static and what sounded like an amalgamation of sorrowful screams in the background. Jacob no longer cared as he made his way down the hallway.
After a minute of walking, his attention was drawn back to the Partygoers, whose erratic movements suggested a troubling instability. Large chunks of flesh were missing as blood fell from their smiling, deranged faces. Some had entire limbs torn off, while others had their organs dangling from ripped open torsos. The presence of stitches encircling the forehead and extending to the top of their skulls suggests that surgery has been performed, indicating a significant medical intervention. Whoever attempted to patch them did a shoddy job, as the skin was barely clinging together.
Another forty-five seconds passed as the music was gradually drowned out by the pounding of Jacob's rapidly beating heart. He kept walking until his eyes made out a silhouette blocking the rest of the hallway. As he drew closer, the dying flames surviving on the very last droplets of wax partially revealed what appeared to be a humanoid figure measuring at least 187 centimeters.1
"Congratulations on making it this far, meat sack." Jacob remained speechless as he clutched his flashlight with trembling hands, hesitating to turn it on. Its voice was strange, not quite human, yet somehow sounded familiar.
"If I am being honest, your perseverance is something to admire. I thought for sure I was going to have to hunt you down, but here we are. So, thanks for saving me the trouble. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. You know of my plans, and I can't risk that information getting out just yet. But you're in luck; you'll be the first of many to join the fun." =)
In a split second, a freakishly large anomalous arm shot out from the darkness, followed by rotten teeth and human entrails spilling out. The large, claw like hand wrapped around Jacob's neck, restricting his ventilation. He coughed violently, collapsing to his knees as he fought desperately to break free from its suffocating grip.
His gaze fixated on the suddenly horrifying creature that stepped out from the shadows under the candlelight. It was wearing an ominous red mask as blood streamed from every orifice, dripping onto its coat and soaking into its jeans. Its damp blue raincoat was unbuttoned, revealing a grotesque conglomeration of Nonbeliever, Partygoer, and other mangled bits of decomposing organs from its chest cavity. The rest of its body was concealed by clothing, but Jacob could visibly make out the creature's pale yellow skin on its hands and lower neck. The only feature that softened its intimidating appearance was a striped green and purple party hat strapped by a piece of string atop its head.
"Please, whatever you are. Don't kill me, I beg of you. I don't wanna die."
"Kill you? Oh, don't be so silly patient zero." It said while caressing Jacob's head in a caring and reassuring manner.
"Keeping your corpse would be a waste of space. Now, do us both a favor and go to sleep." =)
Another appendage emerged from the creature's chest carapace. The arm pulled back sharply and struck the side of Jacob's head, instantly rendering his body limp. A deafening rush of water filled his ears, overpowering his senses until he fell unconscious.