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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №12

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I thought the inspiration had run out, but no! I am so glad about this fact! Glad that I have the strength to continue drawing and writing the story.

At work, I often have to work overtime, so after the shift, there is only time to eat and sleep. There is hardly any time for researching the wiki and drawing. It doesn't sound very good, but the work itself is not difficult, and I will have money to live 🤷‍♀️

I have read quite a few levels recently. I see that a lot has changed since the last time I was interested in this topic.

I continue my experiment with marking the test from the perspective of different characters =)

Level 5 was not bad. In the sense that it was still a place of indefinite size with a random set of rooms. But they were all getting used to liminal spaces, and the elegant expensive furniture and designer interiors pleased the eye. Especially after the faceless rooms of the previous levels. The only thing that was not pleasing was the presence of people nearby. They were not visible, but the mere thought of them did not allow relaxation.

🌙 For Nightmare, this place was valuable as the first convenient crossroads level. He also hoped to meet the Society of the Lost Hall, as mentioned in the knowledge base. This meeting could bring interesting information if Nightmare could interest them in something. But at the same time, he did not want to encounter the local devil. This meeting did not bode well for his wards. It remained to be hoped that the creature only visited semi-mad loners (Nightmare looked at the thread that made his team part of Error in the eyes of the Backrooms, and calculated the overall level of sanity that resulted. The result was not dismal. He had everything under control).

It also became evident that this world leaves its mark on his wards. They changed in the same way as Nightmare. Gradually. Almost imperceptibly. He tried to ensure that this did not harm their common goal. Indeed, in Dust's case, these changes turned out to be positive and did not cause concern (Nightmare feared that Dust might return to babbling with hallucinations). Moreover, Deathmoth met often and was intelligent enough to slightly fuel Nightmare's negativity. Insects did not possess strong emotions, but they were easily provoked by external influences.

🦴Dast felt a strong fatigue and fell asleep the moment he sat in one of the comfortable soft chairs. The insects snuffling under his clothes no longer bothered him at all, and the tickle of their legs became pleasant and comforting. Butterflies peacefully floated above his head, flying into his skull like dreams.

Rest had a good effect on his morale, awakening hunger. Dust realized how irregularly he had been eating. This explained his profound exhaustion and weakness. Due to stress, he had not been listening to his body's needs and had been hungry for quite a while.

Horror generously made him a sandwich, and Killer (who also had a sandwich in his hands) shared a handful of sweet Flowey Seeds. Dust hadn't felt this good in a long time. But looking at the Almond Water still made him nauseous. He drank very little, giving the remaining liquid to Deathmoth, who followed him in a pack.

The fur at the base of moth wings resembled cat fur. Dust indulged himself in running his fingers carefully over it.

⛔Error decided to delve into studying the code surrounding him. If on the early levels the code didn't seem too complex (was it a warm-up?), now it seemed that some parts became inaccessible to him: links led to empty memory cells, variable values were taken from nowhere and unpredictable changed within loops (it didn't look functional). Understanding what was happening became more difficult. It required focus.

Engrossed, Error didn't immediately notice the danger. At first, it seemed as if someone had touched him. He was already preparing to erupt in anger when he realized that no one was nearby. It wasn't "Someone," but "Something." Another strange impulse passed through space, brushing against the scattered blue strings in the surrounding area. Nightmare seemed to have felt it too, judging by the ripples on his liquid covering and his wary gaze. Error sent more strings around the room (he snapped at the others' attempts to find out what he was doing. The group immediately became wary, and Horror woke up Cross), trying to gather more data on the vector of this impulse. It felt like a growing wind, but it didn't interact directly with objects. The same sensation can be felt during a rapid descent. A tickling sensation in the gut.

When he opened the code editor, something strange was happening with the coordinates (not that these constants were in order before). Right before his eyes, an unknown programmer was creating a loop to calculate the equation for... Wow. Right now, another space was passing through their room. Or rather, not even the room, but one of the points on its plane. Like an infinite silk scarf through a small silver ring. And this point was moving, expanding, as if an invisible tornado (actually an invitation). Theoretically, this should move everything it touches to another place, but the objects in level 5 space remained in place. Several blue strings snapped.

Before Error could warn the others about the danger (you're exaggerating), he fell into a ...0%...

🪓Horror saw Error go into a reboot, typical for transitioning to another level, and managed to grab onto his black jacket. Then his damaged skull rang from hitting the white floor. The Destroyer crashed into his chest a moment later. Cross screamed in surprise nearby, and Dust cursed. Killer behaved fairly quietly, although something loudly cracked after his fall (it's not bones, is it? God, please, no). Horror tried to turn his head to check, but shut down.

⚔️ Cross, perhaps for the first time during his entire stay in the Backrooms, managed to find a comfortable place to sleep. Previously, he always had to sleep on the bare floor or leaning against Horror's massive figure, which was warm and didn't mind frequent tactile contact.

When his rest was interrupted, he had too little time to grasp the situation. He noticed the tense Nightmare and Horror next to Error. In the next second, something seemed to drag him through a bottle neck (the short path felt similar). He plummeted down like a cannonball.

Cross gathered himself and thanks to this, landed on his feet. In contrast to the rest of the group.

Horror fell quite awkwardly, pinned down by the unconscious Error. Cross hurried to drag the Destroyer away and inspect his friend. But everything seemed fine, no serious injuries. His damaged skull hadn't shattered further, even his HP was almost full, just a couple of scratches and bruises. Cross turned to see the others.

Nightmare was found in the distance, looking disoriented. His outlines seemed blurry, and he slumped against the wall (is he in pain?). But as soon as the Keeper of Negativity caught someone else's gaze, he straightened up and quickly assumed a composed demeanor.

🔪Killer fell onto one of the Deathmoths accompanying Dust. Its chitinous wings cracked loudly and finally detached, with several legs bent in the opposite direction. The insect thrashed in agony, and there was little that could help it. The skeleton itself was unharmed and contemplatively watched its "safety cushion." Dust tensely froze, watching the injured butterfly. But before he could come to any decision, the Killer's knife plunged into the Deathmoth, instantly ending its suffering.

Dust was definitely ready to kill him (too bad he held back). Well, that will make the Killer's life more interesting until Dusty cools down. It used to be difficult to provoke him into a fight, but if the lives of a couple of butterflies allow him to capture his attention... the Killer will consider this option in the future. It's interesting, will their group find any more Strange equipment? That would be nice. It seems these items allow for some amusing tricks.

Nevertheless, Dust took the lifeless body of the insect. Was he going to bury it?

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The group allowed themselves to stay in place until all of them regained consciousness, and then moved forward. Mostly, they encountered empty white corridors with occasional locked passages leading to laboratories and production areas. According to the records, they were on level 15. And it was unpleasant. There were no clear exits on this level, and the way they got here was hard to describe as... reproducible. Seriously, what the hell?

One of the laboratories was open. Inside, there was futuristic medical equipment that Dust immediately tried to use. Surprisingly, it worked! The dead insect came back to life, but its coloration changed (these colors triggered unpleasant memories).

The next significant event was the appearance of a human.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

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Witch’s Castle: Level 15

Moves: 32

🎯 Potions: 26

Rewards: 1 Golden Star Jelly, 50+160 Coins, 3 Crushing Boulders

⚙️ The Crushing Boulder is introduced in this level. It acts as a vertical counterpart of the Star Bow, although each one has its own unique role. As for the level itself, the tutorial use for the Boulder removes 8 Potions, leaving you with 18 to play with. This is also one of the first levels to introduce gaps in the center of the board or otherwise, making the board harder to match around.

This level *should* be the first level where you can freely use Cookie Skills and other Cookies at your own pace (and life gauge expenses) if you use Golden Star Jellies as soon as you get them.

Potions and other jellies will fall through open gaps if the space beneath said gap is cleared, but these gaps can’t be reclaimed or filled by any means. Moving the Potions below these gaps in this level is vital, as it makes them easier to clear out with manual moves compared to skills and power jellies.

Puzzle Item - Crushing Boulder: Clears out a chosen column of jellies, destroying obstacles and breakable objectives in the way. Super effective at opening up columns to work with, as well as paving a way for Pretzel Keys. Useful for removing columns of junk jellies you know you can’t manually pop.

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thinking about guildmaster!Jinwoo who's been stuck in his office room all day, doing one paperwork after another. He's pissed off, silently complaining that he's not built for this, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and do something more... physical. Of course, raiding a dungeon is the first thing that comes to mind, but when you, his secretary, come knocking on his door, well... A different idea pops up.

"Good evening, Mr. Sung. I'm sorry to bother you when you already have so much on your plate, but I need you to sign these papers for me."

He wearily sighs, "Set them down here."

You walk over to his desk, your heart's racing. He looks so handsome today, exceptionally so, with the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, his strands a little messy from how he ran his hand through them earlier. Frustration looks perfect on him. “I need you to sign over here, Mr. Sung.” You lean forward, guiding him.

You get into his space, the smell of your perfume driving him insane. He tries to shake the feelings of attraction away, focusing on the task at hand, but after he signs his name with one swift motion, his gaze shifts to your face, then your figure. You’re wearing a pencil skirt and a thin blouse. You look pretty damn good today, he has to admit.

He casts his gaze away. "Would that be all?"

"Another one over here, Sir."

His body tenses up as you lean in closer, his eyes glued to your body and the way your fingers run across the paper, wondering how pretty they'd look wrapped around his cock. The urge to grab you and bend you over his desk is getting almost too powerful.

He can feel the tension in the air, something that had built up over the past couple of weeks. Every time you’d come in to drop off some files, the two of you would linger in the room together, the air between you growing more and more heated. You’re making it damn near impossible for him to hold back now. Just when he thinks he might have a handle on his feelings, you do something like this, unaware of the effects you have on him.

And now that he's feeling all pent-up...

"Mr. Sung? Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Just lost in thought."

He seems to be distraught. You wonder if you can ease his mind. “Mr. Sung, is it... all right if I am honest with you for a second?”

He raises his brow, his curiosity piqued. "Of course. What is it?"

“It’s… I just want to say that your performance during the meeting yesterday was awe-inspiring. I could tell Chairman Go was absolutely taken away by you. I’m… I admire you, Mr. Sung.”

He watches as you speak, his eyes taking in your features. His resolve begins to slip with more words you utter. He tries to keep his voice calm, but he can’t stop the slight huskiness that falls into it. "Thank you," he smiles, a little bit softer than you expected.

You can't stop the heat that crawls up to your face. Hastily, you collect the papers from him. "I will be, umm... right outside if you need me." But before you can walk through the door, his deep voice rings in the air, calling out your name.

"Come here for a moment."

"Sir?"

"I need to talk to you about something. Privately.”

You swallow. Something about the way he says it fills your body with anticipation. You take a few steps closer, standing in front of his desk.

"Closer."

The authority in his tone sends shivers down your spine. Drawing a breath, you take a couple of strides further, now standing before him as he leans back on his swivel chair, his gaze intense with a little smile playing on his lips.

"W-what is it that you need from me, Mr. Sung?"

That same sweet smile grows into a smirk. "Sit on my desk."

"P-pardon?"

"Come over here and sit on my desk. Now."

The command in his voice leaves no room for you to argue. You do as he says, sitting stiffly on the edge of his table, facing him with your legs squeezed together. Your skirt rises to the middle of your thighs, and you cover the exposed skin with shaky hands. "L-Like this, Sir?"

He leans further back in his chair, his legs spread apart, his breathing heavy as he enjoys how flustered you look. His eyes traverse down your body, his lip almost bitten as the thought of you spreading your legs for him enters his mind. "Yes, just like that. You’re doing very well.”

Jinwoo brings his fingers to his lips, masking the smirk that threatens to turn a little bit sadistic. "You seem nervous. I can practically hear your heart racing from here."

You wet your lips nervously. "I don’t think this is... appropriate, Sir."

He chuckles, "Perhaps not, and yet, here you are." As you turn even more abashed, he rises from his chair, eliminating the distance between you. He places one hand on your knee, and another on the table, his gaze heavy and misted with desire. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Always doing the right thing, always doing everything I say."

You throw your stare down to your lap. "I'm just... doing my job."

"Mm. But you know how I feel about you, don't you? You've seen the way I look at you, but you never go past the line, never cross that boundary, no matter how much I wish you to. You’re such a good" —he leans close to your ear, his voice reducing to a whisper— "obedient little secretary. And it makes me want to ruin you."

Your eyes shut close as goosebumps break on your skin.

"You got me all curious, Angel." The tip of his nose brushes against your cheek. "Beneath that sweet, obedient exterior of yours, what is it that you want? Is there something more, something hidden deep down inside you, that only I can bring out?”

"M-Mr. Sung—"

He grabs you by your chin, his grip possessive as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. "It's Jinwoo. Call me Jinwoo."

His dominance over you excites you, and his scent is so intoxicatingly sweet, leaving your body aching for more. Being in such close proximity to him, you can't help but let your eyes cascade to his lips. He catches it, even if it is only briefly, and his gaze darkens.

"Should we cross the line, Miss Secretary?" he whispers, his thumb gliding across your lips.

Your intense yearning for him takes over the moment you see the chance, and you press your lips against his, just tentatively, just to let him know the answer you're too ashamed to speak out loud. You pull away, meeting his eyes with a sheepish gaze. He seems taken aback for a moment, but the second it sinks in, the thread snaps.

"You're so goddamn adorable," he groans against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs possessively.

Both thrill and panic rise within you when he pries open your legs, settling himself in between as if you were made to take him. "J-Jin—"

He silences you with another kiss. He's a greedy man, and he wants more, everything you can offer him. His nails dig into your thighs, drawing you even closer to him until you can feel the contour of his hardening cock beneath his trousers. His tongue slides against your bottom lip, demanding entry into your mouth, deepening the kiss as soon you permit him.

Jinwoo pushes you down on his desk, caging you underneath him. His body is pressed flushed against yours, his lips scorching against your neck. As your moans fill the air, he reaches under your skirt, hiking it up to your waist, and suddenly, his hands are everywhere, roaming over your body desperately, his fingers sliding up your thigh, tracing the edge of your lingerie.

"W-wait—" you gasp out as your body slides against the documents on the desk. He was in the middle of doing something important before you came in, wasn't he? "The paperwork—"

His lean fingers circle your throat as he says—

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one of my fav headcanons for damian is that he's one of those kids who graduates high school early, and i just think it'd be funny if he was going to college at around the same time tim is, for the sole reason that it would drive tim batshit insane.

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patron request that got wildly out of hand

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The Master always bringing in diagetic music, (I Can't Decide, Hey Missy, Rasputin, etc) because they've always been a little miffed that THEY couldn't hear the non-diagetic theme music like the Doctor could.

Imagine your best friend swore up and down they could sometimes hear situationally relavent music. Yet you were stuck with a 4 beat pounding in your head or nothing.

Like sooooo unfair. Hand me the aux, I'm leveling the playing field

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3) fry hades

4) mission success

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Bad gays как-то попали в закулисье #12

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Мне показалось, что вдохновение иссякло, но нет! Я так рада этому факту! Рада, что у меня есть силы рисовать и писать историю дальше.

На моей работе часто нужно перерабатывать, так что времени после смены остается только чтобы поесть и поспать. Для исследования вики и рисования почти нет времени. Звучит не очень хорошо, но сама работа несложная и у меня будут деньги для жизни🤷‍♀️

Я прочла довольно много уровней за последнее время. Вижу, что многое изменилось с того времени, как я интересовалась этой темой в прошлый раз.

Продолжаю свой эксперимент с разметкой теста от лица разных персонажей =)

Уровень 5 был неплох. В смысле, это все еще было место неопределенного размера со случайным набором комнат. Но к лименальным пространствам все они уже начали привыкать, а изящная дорогая мебель и дизайнерские интерьеры радовали глаз. Особенно после безликих комнат предыдущих уровней. Не радовало только наличие людей неподалеку. Их не было видно, но сама мысль о них не давала расслабиться.

🌙 Для Найтмера это место было ценно как первый удобный уровень-перекресток. Он также надеялся встретиться с Обществом Затерянного Зала, о ��отором говорила база знаний. Эта встреча могла бы принести интересные сведения, если Найтмер мог бы заинтересовать их чем-либо. Но вместе с тем он не хотел наткнуться на местного дьявола. Эта встреча не сулила ничего хорошего для его подопечных. Оставалось надеяться, что существо навещало только полусумасшедших одиночек (Найтмер смотрел на нить, которая делала его команду частью Эррора в глазах Закулисья, и подсчитал общий уровень получившегося здравомыслия. Результат не был плачевным. У него всё под контролем).

Также становилось очевидным, что этот мир оставляет на его подопечных свой отпечаток. Они изменялись тем же путем, что и Найтмер. Постепенно. Почти незаметно. Он старался следить, чтобы это не вредило их общей цели. Правда, в случае Даста эти изменения оказались позитивны и не заставляли беспокоиться (Найтмер опасался того, что Даст мог бы вернуться к болтовне с галлюцинациями). Тем более, Смертомоль встречалась часто и являлась достаточно разумной, чтобы немного подпитывать негатив Найтмера. Насекомые не обладали достаточно сильными эмоциями, но их было просто спровоцировать внешним воздействием.

🦴Даст ощущал сильную усталость и провалился в сон в тот момент, когда сел в одно из комфортных мягких кресел. Снующие под одеждой насекомые уже совершенно его не беспокоили, и щекотка их лапок становилась приятной и комфортной. Мотыльки мирно парили над головой, влетали в череп, как сны.

Отдых хорошо повлиял на его моральное состояние, пробудив голод. Даст осознал, как нерегулярно питался. Это объясняло такую сильную измотанность и слабость. Из-за стресса он не прислушивался к потребностям тела и довольно долго голодал.

Хоррор великодушно сделал ему бутерброд, а Киллер (у него тоже был бутерброд в руках) поделился горстью сладких Семян Флауи. Даст давно не ощущал себя так хорошо. Но на Миндальную Воду смотреть было все еще тошно. Он выпил совсем немного, отдав остатки жидкости Смертомоли, что следовали за ним стайкой.

Мех у основания их крыльев напоминал кошачью шерсть. Даст не отказал себе в удовольствии аккуратно пройтись по нему пальцами.

⛔Эррор решил вплотную заняться изучением окружающего его кода. Если на ранних уровнях код выглядел не особо сложным (это была тренировка?), то сейчас казалось, что некоторые части стали для него недоступны: ссылки вели на пустые ячейки памяти, значения переменных брались ниоткуда и непредсказуемо изменялись внутри циклов (это не выглядело работающим). Понимать происходящее становилось сложнее. Это требовало сосредоточения.

Увлеченный, Эррор не сразу заметил опасность. Сначала ему показалось будто кто-то коснулся его. Он уже готовился разразиться бранью, как обнаружил, что никого рядом не оказалось. Это был не "Кто-то", а "Что-то". Сквозь пространство пронесся еще один странный импульс, задевший разбросанные по окружающему пространству синие струны. Найтмер, казалось, тоже ощутил это, если судить по ряби на его жидком покрове и настороженному взгляду. Эррор пустил еще больше струн по комнате (он огрызнулся на попытки остальных узнать, что он делает. Группа сразу насторожилась, а Хоррор разбудил Кросса), пытаясь собрать больше данных о векторе движения этого импульса. Это напоминало нарастающий ветер, но при этом не взаимодействовало с предметами напрямую. То же самое можно ощутить во время быстрого падения. Щекочущее ощущение во внутренностях.

Когда он раскрыл редактор кода, там происходило нечто странное с координатами (не то чтобы эти константы были в порядке раньше). Прямо на глазах неизвестный программист создавал цикл для подсчёта уравнения для... Ого. Прямо сейчас через их комнату проходило другое пространство. Вернее, даже не комнату, а одну из точек на её плоскости. Словно бесконечный шёлковый платок через маленькое серебряное кольцо. И эта точка перемещалась, расширялась, словно невидимый торнадо (на самом деле это приглашение). Теоретически это должно перемещать всё, чего оно коснётся, в другое место, но объекты пространства уровня 5 оставались на месте. Несколько синих струн лоп��ули.

Прежде чем Эррор смог предупредить остальных об опасности (ты преувеличиваешь), он впал в пе-....0%...

🪓Хоррор видел, как Эррор впал в перезагрузку, обычную для перехода на другой уровень, и успел схватиться за его чёрный пиджак. А затем в его повреждённом черепе зазвенело от удара о белый пол. Разрушитель врезался в его грудину мгновением позже. Рядом от неожиданности вскрикнул Кросс и выругался Даст. Киллер вёл себя достаточно тихо, хоть и что-то громко хрустнуло после его падения (это ведь не кости? Боже, пожалуйста, нет). Хоррор попытался повернуть голову, чтобы убедиться, но отключился.

⚔️ Кросс, наверное, впервые за всё пребывание в Закулисье смог найти комфортное место для сна. Ранее всё время приходилось спать на голом полу или опираясь на массивную фигуру Хоррора, который был тёплым и не имел ничего против частого тактильного контакта.

Когда его отдых был прерван, у него оставалось слишком мало времени на осознание ситуации. Он заметил напряженного Найтмера. И Хоррора рядом с Эррором. В следующую секунду что-то словно протащило его самого сквозь бутылочное горлышко (короткий путь ощущался похожим образом). Он летел вниз, как ядро, пущенное из пушки.

Кросс сгруппировался и благодаря этому приземлился на ноги. В отличие от остальной группы.

Хоррор упал откровенно неудачно, придавленный бессознательным Эррором. Кросс поспешил перетащить Разрушителя подальше и осмотреть друга. Но всё казалось в порядке, никаких серьезных повреждений. Его поврежденный череп не разрушился сильнее, даже ХП оказался почти полным, пара царапин и ушиб. Кросс обернулся, чтобы увидеть остальных.

Найтмер обнаружился в отдалении, выглядящий дезориентированным. Его очертания казались нечеткими, а сам он привалился к стене (ему больно?). Но стоило Хранителю негатива поймать чужой взгляд, как он выпрямился и поспешно принял хладнокровный вид.

🔪Киллер упал на одну из ручных Смертомолей, сопровождающих Даста. Ее хитиновы�� крылья с громким хрустом треснули и уже окончательно оторвались, а несколько лапок были выгнуты в обратную сторону. Насекомое билось в агонии и мало что могло ему помочь. Сам скелет не пострадал и задумчиво следил за своей "подушкой безопасности". Даст напряженно замер, следя за раненной бабочкой. Но прежде чем он пришел к какому-либо решению, нож Киллера вонзился в Смертомоль, мгновенно прекращая ее мучения.

Даст абсолютно точно был готов его убить (жаль, что он сдержался). Что ж, это сделает жизнь Киллера интереснее, пока Дасти не остынет. Раньше его было трудно подначить на бой, но если жизнь пары бабочек позволит ему завладеть его вниманием... Киллер рассмотрит этот вариант в будущем. Интересно, найдет ли их группа еще какую-нибудь Странную экипировку? Было бы неплохо. Похоже, эти предметы позволяют делать забавные штуки.

Тем не менее, Даст забрал безжизненное тело насекомого. Он собрался его хоронить?

---- Группа позволила себе остаться на месте, пока все из них не придут в сознание, а затем двинулась вперед. В основном на пути были пустые белые коридоры с редкими запертыми проходами в лаборатории и производственные помещения. Судя по записям, они находились на уровне 15. И это было неприятно. На этом уровне не было каких-то понятных выходов, а способ, которым они сюда попали, сложно было назвать чем-то... воспроизводимым. Нет, серьезно, что за чёрт?

Одна из лабораторий была открыта. Внутри оказалось футуристическое медицинское оборудование, которым сразу попытался воспользоваться Даст. Удивительно, но это сработало! Мёртвое насекомое ожило, но его расцветка сменилась (эти цвета вызывали неприятные воспоминания).

Следующим значимым событием стал человек.

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The Neophyte

From the Dore painting of the same name

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