"Kat & Rebekah's Raptor Repair & Rose Repository" was a growing business started by Katherine and her sister Rebekah, and it was expanding. They had been operating out of their apartment, and it was time to find a facility where expansion could be nurtured.
Katherine had also established the Kennel Acquisition Team, or K.A.T., after discovering an enigmatic creature in the Lostrooms Apartments. She needed space to study any strange creatures we might encounter in the Backrooms during our explorations in the extradimensional space.
The two sisters needed to expand and develop their passions. Kat needed space for her veterinary practice, and Rebekah needed space for her growing flower powers and rose repository.
Deciding it was time to find a space in which my lovers could grow and flourish, I needed to gather funds for such an endeavor. I checked my cryptocurrency investments, and found that I had become a multimillionaire virtually overnight. Wow. Amazing. I withdrew the funds and transferred them to my bank, and now I was ready to buy an industrial property.
I browsed around for industrial properties until I found one that would be an ideal starter location for business incubation. Initially, the property seemed familiar to me, so I contacted the realtor. We arranged a meeting for the sisters and I to look at it, and the realtor said that the location was known as "Chambeau 137", also known as "Chamber 137". That name sounded strange, but somehow fitting and aligned with what I was looking for.
When we arrived on site at "Chambeau 137", the familiarity of the place set further in. I had, in fact, been here before. The front part of the building was a two-story office area, and there was a glass foyer area that connected to a warehouse behind it.
Across the street was a milk factory, which was also familiar to me. I had worked in there in my early 20s via a temporary work agency. I remembered the labyrinthine and segmented refrigerated rooms where I moved crates of milk jugs around in preparation for shipping. So many milk jugs there were! Milk jugs all over the place.
Behind the Chambeau 137 property was yet another familiar place, which was a vast ice cream factory with a huge frozen warehouse. I had worked in there as an order picker via a temporary agency for several months in my 20s, and I remembered getting lost in the endless maze of ice cream. I had worked in "ice cream heaven", and I had been there for it.
Chambeau 137 sat right in between two familiar places, which it too was familiar, and I had been there before. This was the very same location where my dad had an office selling insurance in the early 90s. I had a few memories of playing with my sisters in large empty rooms in the basement level while my dad worked. The empty basement rooms had mono-yellow walls, with only stacks of grey office chairs lined up against one wall.
The realtor arrived, and let us in. The glass foyer had a spiral staircase that led to the basement and upper level. It was as I had remembered it as a child. The interior was almost entirely pure white, with a hint of mono-yellow tones.
Kat and Rebekah went into the warehouse portion of the building, while I explored the office area. I went down the spiral staircase to the basement, and it all felt so familiar. I had been here before, and I had a sense of nostalgia and childlike innocence.
I ascended the spiral stairs, skipping the first level, and went straight to the second level. There were several empty office rooms and a bathroom. As I was about to go back downstairs, something strange caught my eye. One of the offices had two walls that didn't quite join together in a corner.
Entering the room for a closer look, I found a sign on the wall that read "Chambeau 137" with an arrow pointing to the incomplete corner. The room itself felt strange and other-worldly, and the incomplete corner opened into a shadowy narrow passageway, only about two feet wide.
Curious, I wanted to see where the strange liminal passage led to. I live for liminal spaces. I squeezed my chonky self through the passage, which turned a corner, and then another, and then I suddenly found myself in the corner of the glass foyer, but on the first level!
Something was off and strange about the foyer. Where the door had been when we entered the building, there was now an elevator. Next to it was the spiral stairs, but now it seemed to go up and down for an eternity in either direction!
Obviously now in another dimension, I wanted to explore some more. I climbed up the spiral stairs for a while. As I ascended, each landing had closed doors that appeared to open onto each floor. Next to the doors were the numbers of their corresponding floor. I stopped on floor 14, and went through the door.
I found myself in a labyrinth of off-white empty office rooms, which were illuminated with fluorescent lighting that gave off a hum-buzz sound. I went back out the door and pushed the elevator button. It took several minutes for the elevator to arrive, but when it did, I found that it had panels of buttons on either side of the elevator door. The buttons ranged in value from positive 137 to negative 137.
Overwhelmed with how massive the place appeared to be, I decided to hit "0" on the panel. I was brought back down to the ground floor, where I went back through the passage. Finding myself back on the second floor in our own reality, I went to find the realtor.
Katherine and Rebekah were in the warehouse area speaking with the realtor. It occurred to me that the realtor was dressed more like a government agent. Who was he really?
I told the realtor about what I had found on the second level. He responded by inviting us into an office so he could explain a few things.
We had a seat at a table in a lobby area on the first floor, and the realtor identified himself as "Broogli", who was really with the "Backrooms Brokerage Bureau", or B.B.B. He explained that the B.B.B. dealt with selling properties that were part of the Backrooms.
Broogli explained that Chambeau 137 was it's own "Level" in the Backrooms, and that it contained 137 floors in both the positive and negative direction, and that it was known that each floor was 137 rooms wide by 137 rooms deep. This brought the total amount of rooms to 18,769 rooms per floor, with a total of 5,142,707 rooms, including the vertical foyer being one.
So then... we would have all the space we would ever need to grow. Broogli said the millions of extradimensional rooms were included with the sale price, which came to only $1.5 million. What a bargain!
SOLD! Katherine and Rebekah and I decided to purchase the property. We had wanted to include their sister Ilayda on this decision, but she was away on a mermaid photoshoot in the Maldives with Mikey Madison.
As Broogli guided us through the paperwork, we suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from a maintenance closet. While Katherine, Rebekah, and I sat in wide-eyed heart-attack inducing anticipation, Broogli just sat there with a smug look on his face.
The closet door burst open, and out tumbled Ilayda wearing a mermaid costume, drenched with sea water. The moist mermaid looked just as shocked as we did.
Once we all calmed down, Ilayda said that she and Mikey had been trying to get underwater shots in a lagoon in the Maldives, when a whirlpool suddenly pulled her in and she was sent through a trippy aquatic vortex, ending up here.
We told Ilayda about where she had ended up, and so we all decided together to complete the purchase of Chambeau 137, as it would become our headquarters for our future ambitions and shenanigans together.