- Quarantined
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- Entity Infestation
The following mix of notes and footage are from Marie Reyes, an epidemiologist who was stationed within Level 9 to watch, study, research, and potentially contain or destroy the entrance to Level 943. The level's exterior has since been burnt to the ground, but we have decided to display this information in the case another entrance exists.
As of now, Marie Reyes and Entity 943-I are both living in a monitored apartment in Level 11. Both have decided to continue working with and for the M.E.G.
Given the gruesome circumstances, us at the M.E.G. figured we should preface this article with a content warning. The following content is sensitive, gory, and overall disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised.
Description
Level 943 is a small interior of a lower middle class suburban household which has been overcome with rot and filth. The entire level is considered a bio-hazard, inside and out, as the amount of parasites and diseases which are cultivated within the hot, moist environment of the building's interior is somewhere within the thousands. Because of this, the level's entrance has become a guarded quarantine zone, and only permitted M.E.G. Researchers are allowed inside. Anyone who seeks to enter will be equipped with a hazmat suit, boots, rubber gloves, a gas mask, a seal-able container for samples, and any simple weaponry that may be available. Upon exit, all of this equipment is to be burned and the ashes buried. If one's suit is torn or broken in any way, and airflow is allowed inside of the suit unfiltered, one will not be allowed out of the level, and permission to end your life is granted. Do this for the safety of us all, lest we end up like them, flailing like a newborn in a pile of its own vomit.
A picture of the yard of the house which contains Level 943.
Multiple entities have taken up residence in this level. These entities appear to see each other as family, despite not being related in species. All of them resemble unnaturally enlarged and grotesque versions of insects or small creatures, and can speak English like people, with a slight Gaelic accent. In many cases, the creatures talk badly about each other, either to each other or to whoever they happen to be talking to. They hate each other. They hate being this close to each other. It's like being stuck together with dried sweat after not moving for ages. Like when your lips dry when your mouth is closed and you have to pull them apart, ripping their soft flesh. It's hot, sweaty. Being this close to each other this long drives you fucking crazy. That's why dad's dead, we got sick of him.
Rooms & Entities
Within Level 943, there are a number of entities, each residing within their own rooms. Below, every one listed with a description of the rooms within the household and the entities that reside within. The entities appear to coexist with each other, though each prefers to stay within their respective rooms. It remains to be concluded whether or not the rooms exist because of the creatures, or the other way around. All of these beings are considered highly dangerous, if not just for the amount of disease they carry, then the violent tendencies they all possess. The only exception is 943-F, which has been neutralized.
Entity 943-A, Aka, "Gunner"
The living room, and entrance of this house are the first example of the disgusting nature of its interior. The couches are spongy and wet, and the only light source (besides the ceiling lamp, which drips with a brown unknowable fluid) is the television. The television itself plays different shows from the early 21st century on repeat, and it does not appear to matter what channel or company they are from for them to appear on the same channel. There is a depression in the carpet where "Gunner", the entity that resides in the living room, most often sits to watch the television. This appears to be its favorite activity.
A photo of the living room of Level 943.
"Gunner," as it is referred to by the other creatures, is an unnaturally enlarged tick. Unlike the other members of the household, Gunner is not just a giant bug. Rather he is a tick who has consumed and carried enough blood to be the size of a small child. This is visible, as looking at his body one can almost see particulates floating within his body. His skin has grown this over time as he stretched to fill more and more blood within him. His blood sack of a torso pulses sometimes. You can almost see something swimming inside of it. A leech, perhaps? Maybe something worse. Like a fetus, evolving in a swollen womb. Gunner is almost a meter tall and walks with his long front legs that are barely long enough to reach the ground. Gunner is considered dangerous due to his want to drink the blood of anyone who passes him. This is unfortunate, as he seems to frequent the living room and entrance to the house.
Thankfully, Gunner is unable to climb on the furniture, nor jump on top of it. When entering the household, be quick to climb on top of a couch or chair. Gunner is not fast, so, dependent on his location during entry, there may be time to get out of range. Despite this, he is not to be harmed by anyone who is visiting the level. All the other "family members" or entities within the level see him as a little sibling, son, or grandchild, and bringing harm to him would cease our ability to enter the level peacefully.
Entity 943-B and 943-C, Aka "Fester" and "Boil"
Connected to the hallway attached to the living room is the children's bedroom. The door was apparently white at one point; Pink flowers are drawn on the door with colored chalk. A layer of grime and residue resembling dried wax covers the door and cements it in a half open position. Entering, one can see that this room is meant to hold many children, too many for the size of the household. This is most obvious by the many mattresses which have been pushed up against the wall, with yellow-brown liquid stains of god knows what on all of them. The center of this room has been taken up by the two entities which inhabit it, listed together here as they are literally inseparable and never seen without the other.
Fester and Boil are two giant snails whose shells appear to have been fused at the side, or maybe they were just created like that. Perhaps they were always meant to be together forever, rotting next to each other for all eternity until they end up one large colony of fungus and maggots whose roots and burrows dig through their body like loose needles. Like ingrown hairs. Despite their situation, the pair of snails seem to enjoy each other's company, and often speak for one another or interrupt to finish the other's sentence. It's almost like they think with each other. Their brain connected through their shared home. Imagine being connected by the skull to someone else. Brains being interwoven tissue, knotting and twisting around each other to make a pile of pasta-like thought signals. Imagine trying to pull that apart from each other, feeling the bone stretch as far as it can, your brain catching on each other like crochet.
Begin Log: 2:30 PM, 12th July 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes
Interview of Entity 943-B and Entity 943-C, Aka "Fester" and "Boil" for research and analysis profile, including Entity 943-I, aka "Cilia" as secondary interviewer.
[The camera whirs on in the children's bedroom of the house. Entity 943-I sits on the floor, speaking to her siblings, Entities 943-B and C. The left half of the shot is taken up by Marie Reyes, who inspects the camera to ensure it is working right, before turning to the trio of entities. He takes a seat on the floor next to Cilia, legs crossed.]
Maire: "Alright! Time for your interview— uh, you two still want to do this?"
Fester: "Yes!"
Boil: "Mhm!"
Marie: "Cilia?"
Cilia: "Hey, I'm just here to make sure you aren't weird to my family. Ignore me."
Marie: "A-alright. Um… Can you both tell me your names?"
Boil: "She's Fester!"
Fester: "And she's Boil!
Marie: "Uh— O-okay. S-so, how old are you both?"
Fester: "Huh?"
Boil: "What?"
Cilia: "Um… better not to ask any of us that."
Marie: "Oh o-okay. Um… What do you two do a-around here?"
Marie: "A-any hobbies? Fun things?"
Fester: "Well— boil likes to draw!"
Marie: "O-oh! How— Um… how do you do that?"
Boil: "I hold the markers in my mouth, silly!"
Cilia: (Sarcastic) "Yeah, obviously."
Marie: "Would you— Ah, okay! That's really cool! What about you, Fester?"
Fester: "Oh! I like to draw also!"
Boil: "We both like to draw!"
Marie: "O-oh! Um… great!"
Marie: (Under his breath) "What else do I ask…"
Fester: "Do you want to see some of our drawings!"
Boil: "Fester drew you since you and Cilia keep hanging out together!"
Marie: "O-oh! You did?"
Cilia: "Wait— really? That's really cool!"
Fester: (Proudly) "Yep!"
Marie: "W-well I would love to see— uh— l-let me turn this camera off."
[Marie stands up, walking over to the camera and shutting it off.]
End Log: 2:39
Entity 943-D, Aka "Buster"
Buster, as they call themselves proudly, is an extremely big slug who resides permanently within the bathroom of Level 943. According to them, they moved into the bathroom one day and decided not to leave. Today, you can see the lazy dick dried to the fucking tub. All of their mucus turned into hard wax pulling them down like tendons. Not like they fight 'em, they'd probably break easy if they actually tried. When questioned, Buster refused to try to move, stating they preferred to stick to one spot, specifically the tub. The bathroom around them is rusted and mutated into a sick green and orange nightmare. The sink is filled with the stinking substance of a colony of fruit flies that have made home inside it. They fill the air of the room, making it hard to see even with the mask on.
A picture of the sink within Buster's bathroom.
Buster is rude and vulgar. They seem to have a deep protective love for their family and hatred for anyone outside of it, yet still are very open to conversation. And yet I had to do all the goddamn work. If you loved this fucking family so much why did you just sit there while we all rotted away? You're like a fucking vulture waiting for a corpse to start decomposing so you can pick the protein filled maggots out of its intestines. I hope you vomit in your sleep and choke on it, you disgusting pile of flesh. I deserve to rest — I deserve to rest, not you.
Not like I care, keep still. Keep sticking yourself to the bathtub. Maybe when they pull you out of it, your skin won't come with you. It'll cling to the tub like it never wanted to leave, and you'll be left a pile of muscle without covering. God I hope it fucking burns when the fruit flies land between the muscle fibers. You were never an older sibling to me. You never cared. You only wanted your own fucking safety while I had to do all the work. You useless piece of—
Begin Log: 10:12 AM, 23rd April 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes, M.E.G. Research Specialist
Interview of Entity 943-D, Aka "Buster" for research and analysis profile.
[The camera is placed down on the bathroom shelf. A high pitched buzzing from the fruit flies in the bathroom scores the footage. A large, sickly greenish slug lies on its back in the tub. Orange slime, dried to the sides of the tub, stop it from moving entirely.]
Marie: (shuffles, camera turns on) "Okay! Everything is set up. I can go ahead and start this interview." (He shuffles into a comfortable position on a chair he has brought into the bathroom)
Marie: "Umm- Ok! So uh- State your name to the microphone uh- He stares off away somewhere for what appears to be reassurance."
Buster: "Buster. And just Buster, for the record. Who're you again?"
Marie: "Oh um- I'm Marie Reyes, researcher for the M.E.G."
Buster: "Never heard of you. Is this going to be fast? I want to get back to what I was doing."
Marie: "Right, sorry to take up your time. Um we can start with… W-why don't you tell me about yourself."
Buster: "Oh! Well, if you gotta know. I'm the oldest child 'round here." (they're putting on a fake accent, they look proud of themselves) "I take care of things, help Mama out."
Marie: "What do you exactly do?"
Buster: "You know, I do whatever they need me to do. Duh. I'm the oldest, that's my job."
Marie: "Okay… uhm, tell me about your family— T-the other people in the house."
Buster: "Oh! Ha, well, I have my little bro Gunner. My two cool little sisters, Cilia over there, even if she gets on my damn nerves sometimes. We're all in this together, you know? All one big unit. We help out our Mama in the kitchen; She needs it sometimes. My Grandma and Grandpa are in the bedroom, they're alright, I guess."
[From outside the room, chatter approaches, finalizing when Entity 943-I, "Cilia" steps into frame. She's holding Entity 943-A, "Gunner", much like a human toddler. Gunner's small arms are reaching out toward Cilia's face playfully.]
Cilia: "Hey, did they annoy you to death yet?"
Buster: "Piss off."
Cilia: "Fuck you."
Marie: "Uh— No, not really." (he laughs politely)
Cilia: "Good. I'm watching you. Don't you say anything fuckin' weird to him. He's a friend.
Buster: "Sure, a friend in a damn hazmat suit. Like we're fuckin' toxic or some'n. Whatever, bitch." (they turn back to Marie as Cilia huffs off) "Okay, what's your next question so we can finish this."
Marie: "Ok— Uh w-why are you in the tub?"
Buster: "Because I want to be in the damn tub? Why do you care?"
Marie: (sigh) "Okay— I am a researcher, so I do need to know as much as I *possibly* can. U-um Cilia actually mentioned how you're always in the tub. Uh— What do you have to say to that?"
Buster: (yelling to Cilia) "CILIA! What the fuck did you tell this guy about me! If you said something bad I'll fucking kill you! I mean it! Don't you fucking test me!" (they belch, a wet, gastric sound) "Yeah, so fucking what? it's not your damn business and it's not hers either. It's a tub, and I'm choosing to be in it."
Marie: "Okay— I see." (monotone, perhaps annoyed) "Well I have nothing to ask of you, I feel like I know enough." (he stands up and like looks at his notes as he approaches behind the camera)
Buster: (they smirk, then speak in hushed tones) "So why the fuck are you hanging around Cilia so much? You know she's like, fucking gross, right? Like she does horrible shit, worse than any of us. I may be lazy but she's fucking psychotic."
Marie: (Marie stays silent, he grabs the camera and points it at the floor) "The interview is already done. I have nothing else to ask you."
[Despite what is said, the camera continues recording as it is brought out of the room and the attached tripod is folded inward. Marie walks through the hallway with the camera, apparently forgetting to turn it off, before arriving in the living room. Entity 943-I, "Cilia", is shown placing Gunner down on the floor and waving a hand to shoo him toward the TV as Marie approaches. Gunner waddles off as Marie sits on the couch next to her.]
Cilia: (Chuckling) "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Marie: "Cilia… We should talk."
Cilia: "Talk about what?"
Marie: "About this place! This— Your house is… its disgusting, and so are the people here."
Cilia: (Offended) "Excuse me??"
Marie: "N-not all of them! Gunner and you and the twins are fine but… Buster and your mom, your grandmother? They're all horrible to you, to each other."
Cilia: (Silence for a moment) "Yeah? So what? It's not like there's anything I can do about it."
Marie: "What do you mean? You could leave!"
Cilia: "And then what, huh? Leave Gunter and the twins here with them? Listen it's not that easy, okay? Just drop it."
[Marie sighs. Cilia's eyes drift before meeting the camera.]
Cilia: "Are you recording this?!"
Marie: "Shit! I forgot to turn it off! Let me get it—" (Video ends here)
End Log: 10:26
Entity 943-E, Aka "Mama"
Entity 943-E is a gigantic spider, easily larger than a human. She is considered the most actively dangerous of the entities within the level, often killing those who enter the kitchen she resides in. Referred to as "Mama" by the other entities, she appears to be seen as a leader and parental figure by the other entities within the level. Entity 943-E has completely covered the kitchen of the house in yellowish webbing, which makes it one of the cleanest areas on the level, despite its appearance. Mama is an overbearing bitch who does nothing but put her spindly damn legs into everything we do. She's constantly watching over us, the small hairs all over her body touching the backs of our necks and making us itch all over as if her eggs are nestled under our skin after just a touch. Her body is grotesque and ugly, overly thin and saggy, the old hag. The burrows of stretchy web which have infested the kitchen appear to have made it supernaturally larger than its original shape. One, if brave enough, can venture into her tunnels, not able to find an end to them, or the way out. Those entering the level are highly advised against entering the tunnels or the kitchen at all. Sometimes, when I think about her, my skin crawls as if she's under my clothes, scurrying from place to place under my shirt before I'm able to catch her and pull her out. It'll be too late before she manages to lay a clutch of her children under my skin, maybe it will bulge out over time, reddening like a horrible pimple before exploding into millions of minuscule offspring that find their own crevices of my skin to crawl in. One for each pore of my body, maybe. She talks about my body like it's hers.
Entity 943-F, Aka "Papa"
Entity 943-F was never interacted with while he was alive, but is included in the list as he is commonly referred to by the other Entities as "Papa" or a father figure. Entity 943-F currently is a corpse of a human-sized wasp which has been discovered within Entity 943-E's den. According to what the other entities claim, Entity 943-F was killed by 943-E and eaten by the rest of the family. Whether this is true or not is unknown. Though, the corpse's current state seems to align with the way that Spiders would eat wasps in the Frontrooms. On the corpse, one item was found, a wallet. This wallet contained photos of the other family members, and a paper note. This paper note had the words "I need to leave." Written on it in pen.
YOU EARNED WHAT YOU GOT
Entity 943-G, Aka "Marney"
Don't get me started.
Entity 943-G is a morbidly obese, human sized toad. She calls herself "Marney" and is apparently a grandmother to the children. She is covered in warts, nearly covering both of her eyes. 943-G and 943-H both reside in the master bedroom of the house. They sit next to each other, across from the bed, which takes up most of the room. The bed itself has a puddle on it, which takes up most of the sleeping space, and is somehow not absorbed by the blankets or the mattress. The bed does not appear to have been used in a long time.
Entity 943-G is surrounded by insect corpses nearly the size of her. She feeds on them constantly, eating one after another between talking. She seems to plan to eat 943-H next, but always forgets and grabs one from the pile around her. 943-G seems oblivious to this plan, despite her saying it to him directly. 943-G is very rude to whoever she may be talking to, including other family members. They seem to despise her and much as she despises them. She's so obsessed with herself. Even when the rest of us were starving, she ate until no food was left. She poisoned us. She taught us how to rot, to be one with the maggots and flyspawn. She's the mastermind behind all of our filth and failures. She loathes seeing us succeed and revels in our filth as much as her own. I have a knife under my bed ready to cut her open the first chance I get. She never loved us.
Entity 943-H, Aka "Jones"
Jones appears to be an elderly, nearly human sized fly. He sits on a rocking chair next to 943-G, and seems to be rather cheery despite their situation. He is quick to share or to welcome anyone into the house that he sees, and acknowledges the putrid state of the house with small gestures of cleanliness: Picking up an object, sweeping the floors (even though that does little but spread the liquid substances more), and otherwise. His wife, 943-G, has plans to consume him, and voices these to him often. This, however, does not seem to affect Jones, who responds as if she is joking and moves on quickly.
If you are trapped within the walls of Level 943 and it is not too late, make your way to 943-H. With little convincing needed he has agreed to help anyone who needs it with their escape from the level.
I love you Grandpa.
Entity 943-I, Aka "Cilia"
Begin Log: 8:42 PM, 3rd August 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes
Interview of Entity 943-I, Aka "Cilia" for research and analysis purposes.
[The video opens up in Cilia's bedroom. The walls, furniture, and just about everything else is about as disgusting as the rest of the house. Unlike the rest of the house, the clutter is light, and the room seems at the very least, comfortable to live in. The camera is apparently placed on Marie's lap, looking up at Cilia, both of them sitting across from each other on the bed. Cilia holds a clipboard containing Marie's notes. She appears to be writing on it with a black pen. The rubbery squeaking of the Hazmat suit is audible. A yellowish light from a lamp in the corner lights the entire room softly.]
Marie: "Ahah! I think I got it."
Cilia: "Finally. Haven't you figured that thing out by now?"
Marie: "I-its an older camera. Someone found it in some level and now we're using it for this. I'm used to more modern equipment."
Cilia: "Yeah, yeah, make your excuses. Can we start this interview now?"
Marie: "If you hand me my notes back first. How much did you write on them anyway?"
Cilia: "Eh not much, just my own thoughts. And wrote over some of your dumb science stuff."
Marie: (He takes the clipboard back from her.) "Ugh— Cilia these were important. Now I have to retype them all."
Cilia: "Maybe if you didn't take so long getting that camera started, I wouldn't have been that bored."
Cilia: "…Sorry."
Marie: "Don't worry about it, I don't have much better to do."
Marie: "Let's start this interview. Please state your name and any important information to the camera."
Cilia: "Ummm, okay. My name is Cilia, I'm a giant rat, and according to this guy, that's pretty weird or something."
Marie: "Good enough, uh— tell me about where you live, Cilia."
Cilia: "Okay… Uh— I live in my house. I've been told it's pretty gross though."
Marie: "It's not that gross."
Cilia: "You're literally in a hazmat suit right now."
Marie: "Alright, fair enough. What do you do around here?"
Cilia: "Oh god— pretty much everything. Chores, taking care of the kids, cooking when Mama doesn't."
Marie: "A-and how does that make you feel?"
Cilia: (Starting to laugh, trying not to) "You sound like a therapist— Yes doc I think that made me feel pretty sad." (She starts laughing, and so does Marie.)
Cilia: "Alright— ask me something like, cool this time."
Marie: "Alright alright. Um… Oh! Here's something I've been curious about— the house, why is it so… gross? Like— It might be normal to you, not to us. Was it always like this?"
Cilia: (She pauses for a moment to think) "Um… Well, it wasn't always this bad. When I was born it was… still pretty gross, but I don't think you would'a needed a suit back then. Or maybe you would, I don't know."
Marie: "What caused it to get this bad?"
Cilia: "Chill! I'm getting there."
Cilia: "I-I guess it was slow. We just sort of… stopped caring after a while. The gross got normal. Maybe it was normal to everyone else and just wasn't to me. I dunno. We can't even go in the basement anymore. No idea what it looks like now."
Marie: "There's a basement?"
Cilia: "Huh? Oh yeah."
Marie: "What's down there?"
Cilia: "Um… I don't really know. My mama always says that the 'heart' of the house is in the basement. I think she's just trying to say something inspiring. Like "Live, Laugh, Love", but worse cause it's from her."
Marie: "That's… oddly specific." (They both go silent for a moment, awkward)
Marie: "…Cilia?"
Cilia: "What?"
Marie: "What if your mom was serious?"
Cilia: "Uh… what do you mean?"
Marie: "Do— Um. Cilia, could you take me down there? T-to the basement?"
Cilia: "Uhhh… I don't see why not. But we should prepare. Like I said, no idea what's down there. Could be dangerous, especially to you."
Marie: "Awesome! U-um, recording end."
Cilia: "H-hey we can finish the—"
End Log: 9:01
Begin Log: 11:49 PM, 3rd August 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes
Exploration of the basement of Level 943, recorded by Marie Reyes, led by Entity 943-I.
[The camera turns on, beginning with slight visual glitches which fade immediately. The camera appears to be strapped to Marie's chest. Ahead, Entity 943-I peers around a corner into the kitchen. Marie stands in Level 943's living room. The location of Entity 943-E is unknown.]
Marie: "Hey! I got the camera working!"
Cilia: (Turning around, whispering) "Would you shut up? We don't want her to see us! She's super protective of her nests."
Marie: (Now whispering) "S-sorry."
Marie: "Is she there?"
Cilia: "I don't think so. Let's go."
[The pair continue forward cautiously into the kitchen. It is empty, and silent. The white walls of the kitchen can barely be seen through the yellowish stringy web, which coats most surfaces. They turn to the left, showing the camera the back of the kitchen. The webbing has completely taken over this part, and it is obvious that the confines of the house are being ignored. Two large, circular tunnels lead left and right. Entity 943-E is nowhere to be seen.]
Marie: "Are you sure this is where we need to go?"
Cilia: "Oh come on, don't chicken out now. One of the tunnels leads down into the basement."
[In silence, they both walk into the left tunnel, led by an assured Cilia. Marie moves noticeably slower, nervous. As they continue, the tunnels become wider than their floor-to-ceiling openings, becoming wide and cavernous. However instead of stone, the yellow webbing gives way to a reddish flesh-like material. Whether or not this is flesh, and of what kind, is unknown. Many reflective yellow pustules akin to pimples litter the walls. This is all seen as Marie comes to a halt, staring in assumed to be stunned silence. Cilia, who is up ahead now, looks back.]
Cilia: "Are you coming or what?"
Marie: (beginning to walk into the cave) "What is this? Is this real?"
Cilia: "Looks real to me, why?"
[Marie approaches one of the pimples on the walls, which is seen to be a bit larger than a human hand in diameter. Cilia is heard running over before her hand grabs Marie's wrist.]
Cilia: "What are you doing? Don't touch anything!"
Marie: "Oh, a-alright."
[The pair continue in silence, their steps echo in the large chamber, stepping in something squishy and wet repeatedly. The only light in this area is the ones brought by Marie and Cilia, so not a lot can be seen. Marie trails the light on Cilia's back to not get lost, showing her look side to side before picking a direction. Distantly, a noise can be heard echoing through the area from a great distance which sounds like a rumbling, akin to a small earthquake. The noise stops, and then starts again a moment later.]
Marie: "What is that?"
Cilia: "What is what?"
Marie: "The noise, obviously."
Cilia: "Oh, that. No idea."
Marie: "You're a lot of— Shit!"
[Marie slips on the floor, falling backward. As they hit the ground, their flashlight points up at the ceiling, showing what appears to be a black cord or wire that trails back the way they came and goes forward to an unknown location. The video feed cuts.]
End Log: 12:06, 4th August 2022
Begin Log: 12:20(?), 4th August 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes
Exploration of the basement of Level 943, recorded by Marie Reyes, led by Entity 943-I.
[The camera turns on to a whooping noise from Marie, displaying the moist, fleshy caves that were shown in the previous log. The characters have apparently been walking for a little while, as the environment has grown smaller. A tall but thin hallway is shown that has just enough room for both of them to face forward in a single file line.]
Marie: "Boom! Camera is working! I'm so smart. Turns out, the SD card just came loose. I hope we didn't lose any footage."
Marie: (after a moment of silence) "Cilia? What's up?"
Cilia: "Hm? Oh, nothing, sorry. Just focused."
[A noise begins, a rumbling noise that grows in strength as it approaches. Unlike the previous log, they both appear to be much closer to the source now, as the noise grows increasingly loud. The camera, or the environment itself, begins to shake.]
Cilia: "Oh shit— Hold on!"
Marie: "To what?!"
Cilia: "Anything!"
[The fleshy environment begins to churn and ungulate, as if muscles underneath it are moving. A loud groaning sound can be heard, akin to stomach acid churning. The floor shifts like a wave moving toward Marie. Ahead, Cilia can be seen using her claws to latch onto the floor, digging them into it. This is met with the floor bleeding a red substance, potentially blood. Marie scrambles for a moment to hold onto something, but his gloved hands slip off a bump on the wall. Instead, he falls into the wall, a loud squish can be heard as this happens. A moment later, the rumbling stops, as does the moving environment.]
Marie: "Ugh— that sucked—"
Cilia: (turning back and approaching) "Don't move!"
Marie: "What? Why?"
Cilia: "You landed on one of those— the bumps!"
Marie: "The gross wall-pimples?"
Cilia: "Yes! That!"
Marie: "Alright— Uh— What do we do?"
Cilia: "Uh— Uhm…"
Marie: "And how do you know how to deal with these anyway? I thought it had been a while since you were down here!"
Cilia: "It has been! We get these upstairs sometimes too!"
Marie: (making a fake barfing sound) "That's so disgusting. Why are these things so dangerous anyway?"
Cilia: "The shit inside of them, it burns through anything. You're lucky it hasn't leaked onto your suit yet!"
Marie: "Shit… What— how are we going to do this?"
[Cilia thinks for a moment, examining what can be seen of Marie's back.]
Cilia: "Alright, I have an idea, but you've got to trust me."
Marie: "Uh… Sure, yes. Woah!"
[Cilia can be seen grabbing Marie's wrist before yanking him forward. The pair then begin rushing down the hallway, as many loud, squishy popping sounds are heard. Followed by sizzling. Marie looks back momentarily, seeing that the one popped pimple has caused a chain reaction, and each one in the hallway is now popping and spraying the yellowish white liquid inside all over the hall. The pair continue running to the end of the hallway, which opens up into a dark space that cannot be seen in detail. The pair run for a few more moments as the end of the hall approaches and the popping gets closer. Finally, they both burst into the dark space ahead and fall to the floor with a loud thump. The pair breathes hard for a moment, simply laying on the floor.]
Marie: (begins laughing)
Cilia: "Pff— What the fuck are you laughing about?"
Marie: (still laughing) "No idea!"
Cilia: (also begins laughing.)
Cilia: "Alright— We should really get going now."
Marie: "You're right— let me check the camera."
End Log: 12:30(?)
Begin Log: 12:35(?), 4th August 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes
Exploration of the basement of Level 943, recorded by Marie Reyes, led by Entity 943-I.
[The camera turns on to view an all black room. A moment passes until a flashlight clicks on, it flicks around the room, spotting Cilia standing a few feet ahead. Looking at the floors, then the walls, both seem to be covered in numerous thick black wires. A single one trails back to the hallway from the previous log, and all of the wires eventually give way to the back flesh behind them. Up ahead, the wires converge around a beige painted metal door. A rumbling sound begins, shaking the entire room and camera.]
Cilia: "There."
Marie: "Wait— for real? In there?"
Cilia: "I don't see somewhere else to go, do you?"
Marie: "…No."
Marie: "In we go then?"
[Marie approaches the door followed by Cilia. After a few steps, his hand touches the doorknob, and pushes it down. A click signifies the door unlatches, and Marie pulls it open. The room behind the door is also covered from floor to ceiling in the black wires, as shown by a small light bulb which hangs from the ceiling on a wire. Below it, a metal table and chair are in the center of the room, painted the same color beige as the door to enter. On the table, an old computer, yellowed and shaped like a cube, with a rounded, square screen. Displayed on the screen are diagonal green lines, and underneath the screen, the word "Primum Cimex Symphonia" in black text. The back of the computer appears to be the source of the wires, as they all flow out of it and onto the back wall.]
Marie: "What the…"
[The room begins to shake as a rumbling noise radiates out from the computer. On the screen, the green horizontal lines begin to shake and shift as if they were fluid, forming into the shape of an anatomically correct human heart, and beating a few times. As the rumbling stops the lines lose their shape and lay horizontal once more.]
Marie: "What… what do we do?"
Marie: (after no response from Cilia) "Cilia— What do we do now?"
Cilia: "I'm sorry— I don't know if I can do this. We should leave."
[Cilia is a few feet behind Marie, staring back and forth between him and the room's exit. There are tears wetting the stained fur around her eyes.]
Marie: "Cilia what— what do you mean? We came this far to—"
Cilia: "To do what? To destroy my home? My family? What happens when we unplug this!"
Marie: (silence)
Cilia: "Did you even think about what this would do to them? To me? My little brother and sisters?"
Marie: "What about the rest of your family Cilia? Your mother and grandmother would eat you given the chance. Your brother hates you. It's disgusting!"
Cilia: "Its disgusting to you! This is how it's been my whole life! This is fine to me!"
Marie: (reaching out to Cilia) "Cilia, listen to me—"
Cilia: (swats at Marie's hand) "No!"
[A tearing sound is heard as Cilia's claw rips through the rubber suit. She notices a moment after, gasping and covering her mouth.]
Marie: "Cilia— Cilia I need something to wrap it with, now!"
Cilia: "I don't… I don't…"
Marie: "Cilia do you have anything to close this off with?"
Cilia: "No— no I don't I-I'm sorry Marie, I didn't mean to!"
Marie: "No, It— it's fine, I can handle it. Lets just get out of he—" (cut off by a string of coughs)
[In the coming moments, Marie falls to the ground onto his knees, apparently having breathed in something harsh. He coughs, repeatedly. Each one becomes worse than the last, initially dry, before spit and phlegm start to spray onto the screen of his mask. Then blood. Cilia steps back, pressing herself against the wall and sliding down it until she's on her knees. Marie vomits, filling the inside of the hazmat suit, before collapsing to the ground and beginning to convulse.]
[The camera shuts off.]
End Log: 12:45(?)
Begin Log: 12:45(?), 4 August 2022, Frontrooms Time.
Perspective: Marie Reyes'
Incident log of the burning of Level 943 and its inhabitants. Recorded by Marie Reyes via. a chest-mounted camera which was left on. Maria Reyes' was unconscious during recording.
Cilia: "Come on, come on, don't be dead, please don't be dead."
[Cilia is seen crouching above Marie who lays on the floor, face up. She appears to be trying to check for any sign of life, but is unsuccessful. She begins to cry and stands, rubbing tears from her fur.]
Cilia: (breathing outward, as if psyching herself up) "Come on, Cilia. You've done worse than this. Just pull them, pull them all out and it'll all be fine."
[Cilia walks over to the computer on the desk, then around the table to where the bundle of wires flow out of the back of the PC. She wraps her arms around them, a little tough considering her arms are about half the size of a human's, and pulls. On her first try, she fails, and exhales in frustration. On the second try, however, a few come loose, sparks flying off of the back of the computer. Then, on her third, the whole bundle comes loose, and she falls onto the ground as sparks begin to spray out of the computer. The screen goes black as this happens, the green lines closing from the outer edges into the center.]
Cilia: "Haha! Yes!"
[Cutting her celebration short, Cilia scrambles to a crawl and makes her way to Marie, scooping her arms underneath his body and lifting. With a loud grunt, she is able to do so, and starts walking out of the room as fast as she can while holding Marie. Behind her, the sparks hit the wires on the floor and catch ablaze. It begins as a small flame, which illuminates Cilia from behind, until something more flammable is hit and an explosion blasts the pair forward, onto the ground.]
Cilia: "Fuck! Marie!"
[Cilia is seen running back over to the body and picking it up as the fire grows much larger very quickly. She manages it again, and heads to the tight hallway seen in Video Log 943-2. It's a squeeze, having barely fit a single person's shoulder width. However, she manages it, and squeezes through the passage while apologizing repeatedly to Marie.]
Cilia: "Come on… come on, almost there."
[The fire is seen behind Cilia as she pushes toward the end of the hallway. By appearance, it makes its way to a few feet behind her as she manages to escape the tunnel and sprint, holding Marie, into the open cavern. Cilia sprints ahead, putting distance between herself and Marie and the flames. A moment later, she reaches the webbing of Entity 943-E's den, continuing to rush through. The flames reach the webbing soon after, quickly catching fire to it.]
Cilia: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— Which way was it?"
[Cilia pauses at a split in the road, looking left and right, before turning right. The floor starts to angle upward and Cilia steps up it unfamiliarly, until being blocked by a door, nearly horizontal, made of metal above her. Held shut by webbing. She looks back, seeing the fire, and appears to decide to try the door. Grunting in exertion, She hits the door with her shoulder, but it doesn't move. She tries again, to little change in result, as the fire approaches. By the third try, she appears tired and is struggling to continue to carry Marie.]
Cilia: "Please, please… Help! Help us!"
[Cilia begins to yell out of the crack between the door, before giving up and trying to hit the door open again. This time, when she attempts to knock the door open, she is met instead with sunlight as the doors are pulled open from the outside. M.E.G. Biohazard Watch in standard-issue hazmat suits stare down at the pair.]
Transcription ends: Logged Elsewhere
Summary: In the moments after the end of the transcription, Marie Reyes was quarantined and looked after by medical staff. We are happy to say that he has made a full recovery, with some minor brain damage from lack of oxygen after his throat closed. Entity 943-I was also quarantined and cleaned repeatedly over the course of a week. The house that contained Level 943. has burnt to the ground, but the actual status of the level is unknown. Cilia has been given residence with Marie in Level 11, upon agreement that she work with the M.E.G. to contain future, similar incidents.
End Log: 12:06
Bases, Outposts, and Communities
Due to the nature of this level, there are no bases, camps or outposts on this level.
Entrances And Exits
The Quarantine Zone in Level 9 leads directly into this level. Please speak with personnel outside the perimeter before you approach, and with those inside the perimeter as you leave. We repeat, any contagions from Level 943 may not leave the Quarantine Zone, for the safety of all of us, follow procedure. There may also be an entrance to Level 276 somewhere within the level. If found, please contact the M.E.G.