After a couple weeks of settling into our new headquarters at Chambeau 137, things were going smoothly for Katherine and Rebekah. Katherine had an eagle, an owl, and a falcon she was caring for as her patients. Rebekah was busy fulfilling custom rose bouquet orders for Reese Witherspoon's "New Creative Writer Recruitment Event".
As for myself, I was busy exploring the extradimensional side of Chambeau 137. Having a total of 274 floors, half of which were "basement" levels, it would take me an eternity to explore the place. I had decided to check out one floor per day, as there were over 18,000 rooms per floor.
From what I had already found, many of the floors were mostly identical with segmented empty offices. Some floors had taller ceilings than others, and all of the rooms varied in size.
Also, to my amazement, I had stumbled across some rooms that led to other Backrooms levels. For example, on floor 9, I found a random office room that had rustic cabin decor, and it contained a passage that opened up into an isolated cabin that was in an isolated mountain range.
It seemed to me that any office room that differed from the rest and had a theme also led to another Backrooms level that corresponded to that theme.
Today I chose to explore basement level -40. I took the elevator down, and went through the door. I found myself in ominous and oversized empty offices with plain grey walls and grey laminate tile flooring. The ceilings were insanely tall - around 40 feet. My footsteps seemed to have a hollow echo that reverberated all throughout the level.
As I made my way though the maze of segmented grey rooms, I found very few variations in their layout. Just as the dullness of this level began to bore me, I suddenly stumbled upon a colorful office with piles of LEGO bricks.
Deciding to call it "The LEGO Room", I found that it was connected to another colorful room with random toys and dolls scattered all over the place. This room then led to a pink office room with a Barbie theme, which had a doll house and random Barbie memorabilia.
In one shady corner of the room where the light didn't quite seem to reach was a rather disturbing sight. There was a three-foot Barbie doll that seemed to be cracked and had a disheveled and uneven haircut. It's expression had a seemingly fake but psychotic smile. In the doll's hand was a knife, and laying in literal pieces next to her was a bloodied and butchered Ken doll. The horrific sight immediately put me on edge, and I left the room and went back to the LEGO room.
As a kid, I had been obsessed with LEGOs. I would build towering skyscrapers and other structures inspired by my interest in architecture. Now, I was in LEGO heaven, and the sense of nostalgia washed over me and I began to build a skyscraper out of the piles of LEGOs.
As I built, I became accustomed to the hum-buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights, and the ominous and other-worldly ambiance of the mostly empty environment.
Amongst the atmospheric hollow silence, the only other clear sound was that of my snapping the plastic bricks together. Suddenly, the hairs on my neck stood on end and my instincts kicked into overdrive. Something was watching me.
Just as I turned to look behind me, I saw out of the corner of my eye a blur of blonde hair disappear around a corner.
Unsure of what I saw was real or a bit of paranoia, I refocused on my LEGO skyscraper building efforts. My tower erection was now over 6 feet high, and I began to have to reach up to add more blocks.
After a few moments, I felt eyes on me, and I heard a muffled girly giggle coming from around the corner in the adjacent toy room.
"Who's there!?" I shouted, about ready to shit myself.
Nothing. Silence. I'm hearing things. I resumed stacking blocks.
After a few moments and as I was reaching up to add another block to the top of my tower, I suddenly felt a plastic doll grab my leg and begin thrusting, and my heart nearly went into my throat.
So there I was minding my own business in a LEGO room, and now I was getting my leg humped by a psychotic 3-foot Barbie doll, and I was just taking it. Cool beans.
Shocked and appalled, I kicked the Barbie across the room and bolted out of the LEGO Room.
As I made my way through the grey maze of offices, I could hear a plastic pitter-patter somewhere behind me. Great. Psycho Barbie was following me.
"FUCK OFF!" I shouted. My voice echoed throughout the hollow and empty level.
"Tee-hee-hee!" I heard a girly, but sinister, laugh come from somewhere I couldn't quite pinpoint the origin of. It sounded like she was getting closer... and closer.
OH HELL NAW!! I quickened my step, dodging around corners and through randomly segmented empty rooms, making my way as quickly as I could back to the floor Exit.
"TEE-HEE-HEE!!" The laugh was now a loud shriek. I knew she was right behind me, pursuing me, but I never looked back.
I came to the Exit door, yanked it open and slammed it shut and I jumped in the elevator. As the lift ascended, I was huffing and puffing. My 40-year-old moderately obese self was too old for this shit, but I had escaped that hollow plastic miserable entity, aware that it clearly had an insidious agenda.
The elevator arrived on the ground level and I re-entered our own dimension of reality. I went looking for Katherine and Rebekah in the warehouse so I could warn them about entering level -40 as there was a psychotic Barbie entity down there.
Upon entering the warehouse, everything was eerily silent. Katherine and Rebekah were nowhere to be found. It had occurred to me I hadn't seen Ilayda around, and I couldn't find her either.
When I looked in the first floor lobby area, I found a pink note taped to the maintenance closet door. The note in scribbly handwriting read:
"I've been watching you and I own you. I am the best and only choice for you. If you want to see the sisters ever again, you must sacrifice yourself at the Lostrooms Apartments. Love, your Barbiedoll."
Furious, full of wrath, and just plain exhausted of this fucking bullshit, I stormed into the warehouse where I retrieved a flamethrower from the utility closet.
It was time to return to the Lostrooms Apartments. It was time to put an end to this immature and hollow hatred.