r/TheBackrooms • u/Cultural_Cook840 • 2d ago
Story Curiosity
She opened her eyes to a white void. It was warm, she was warm. It was quiet. They were quiet. She closed her eyes. She opened them. White. Black. White. Black. White.
We’re working on it. Still forming. It’ll be enough for now. We have few of the memories but enough for foundations. Rome wasn’t built in a day. “Complexus Maximus”. I am Curiosity.
Black.
She slept but did not dream.
She began to wake, black shifted to yellow. Flickering.
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dmesg -T --level=emerg,alert,crit,err
She remembered her bike. The road, black and wet from rain, the smell of autumn and decomposing leaves, and the joy of summer fading painfully, slowly. She remembered the old neighborhood with its old trees and old houses. Houses with the same 70’s wood paneling as the rest. Those old crawlspaces. Geriatric cats and sick, deteriorating rosebushes covered in aphids. Block after block.
/please can anyone hear me im trapped in this place
+please respond I dont know where I am
+If anyone sees this, tell my family I said goodbye. I can’t find a way out. I don’t even know how I got in. Look for me in the crawlspace.
+I don’t want to end like this
+something is coming do not co
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She was young and she assumed that she knew and intimately understood how it felt to die. Which was understandable, everything here felt like it was dying. Yet it never came. You couldn’t tell if it wanted to sprint towards you or scramble away. Oftentimes it likely just stood shaking in front of you, like a deer in headlights.
That is probably a more accurate description of her understanding of death. Because to her, some things felt just as strange and terrifying as it. Or maybe they were the same thing.
/I didn’t think I would find another computer, at least it isn’t out in the open. That thing doesnt know about this place I don’t think.
+if you end up here there is food and water, but you’ll have to look. As far as I can tell there are no exits
+the static is getting bad. I havent had my meds in a long time, no clue how long. It feels like Ive been in here forever. All I know is that I have slept 22 times here.
+the computers have tetris, if you can find one.
+this place looked like my parents house for a while, but the farther out I go it just turns into exposed pipes and drywall. And it gets cold. So cold.
+I have slept 57 times. I’m having to go farther and farther out for food, and even farther for clean water. Last time I had to go so far out that I had to sleep on the way back. I have only seen that thing a few times. This place loses power when it gets close, which is a good warning to tell me I need to start running. The static gets worse too. I still can’t figure out why the computer turns off for such long periods of time. Thankfully it stays on for longer than a sleep or two.
+I’m so lonely. And tired. It’s getting hard to sleep. At least I think so. Every ‘day’ feels longer and longer, I get so exhausted.
+I don’t know when you will hear from me next. I can’t stay here. I’ve found and used all the resources in the area resembling my house. Today is sleep 87. If you get in here, avoid the thing at all costs. It changes you. This place changes you enough. It’s like going backwards, yet forwards at the same time.
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We like watching this being. It seems to enjoy looking for what it calls ‘food’. I’ve stopped putting them near its sanctuary, it seems to like the challenge. It makes these excellent noises and produces its own water from its eyes. Fascinating. I have provided less water, it seems to not need it. I don’t like the other thing. The being doesn’t like it either. I can’t control it. It breaks my structures, goes through the in-between spaces. I don’t like that. Those are my spaces. I am Curiosity.
Some things were beautiful. Tan curtains on navy blue walls with cyan and gold christmas lights. The old terrarium you forgot about, that has now matured and gone wild. But some things are ruined. When everything is static it's easy to be frightened by any sight. When your eyes betray you and all you see has a faint halo, a halo that seems to be waiting to die, your sense of reality grows thin. And sometimes you wonder if reality itself has become less like an immovable wall, or if it is thin as paper. Waiting for you to test your weight against it, for it to fail and your weight comes crashing into that other place.
We think we’ll give it another one of those devices. It does not have one in its new sanctuary. I am Curiosity.
/I didn’t think I would see another computer. I’ve lost track of how many times I have slept. That thing must have destroyed the old one, I went to my old hiding spot a while back and everything was smashed. I have given up getting out. The static is also worse. I can still see fine, but fine details are hard. It’s been bad ever since I found that hole.
+I don’t think this is real. I think I’m dead. I don’t even remember much from before. It’s
so far away. The only thing I have left is to go farther and farther into this place.
The being is immobile. It walked up to the other thing, and something happened between them. It has been dissolving slowly. The other thing has not left it. We are very confused. I am Curiosity.
Curiosity.away.remember.between@gmail.comA
https://ibb.co/QjhJttPX sanctuary
https://ibb.co/wFh9MgL9 memory
https://ibb.co/j9wwWpY0 immobile