The Journal of M

Entry 2

Hello again. I have made it back to level M. My own level. I think I should have said that I was not human. Yeah I'm an entity, often known as M or The Girl In Pink or Happy Face. My level. It's just known as level M. It's weird, isn't it? Everything. M. Everything has to do with M. On the missing poster that I nocliped with in my backpack, the only legible letter of my name is M. The rest of the personal information including my face is gone… just gone. Some of it's torn off. Some of it is scratched out. Some of it is just not there. That's the scariest part of nocliping. I forgot everything. All I remember is kinda what the frontrooms were, but nothing personal. My name? Gone. Family? I don't know if I ever had any. All I know is that I fell from the ceiling into level 2 when I was 17 and over time… I became less. Less human I guess? I don't know. I just don't feel alive anymore, and I even have my own level. Speaking of my level I should tell you what to expect. The only way to get to my level is to noclip while sleeping on the bed in the spare room at Mr. Kitty's House level 967. Or if you give Mr. Kitty the cute object on you, you might end up on level M. When you get here I'll already be here. I just.. know whenever anyone noclips into my level. Most of the time travelers will end up in the apartment complex but sometimes someone will end up outside. NEVER go outside. The air outside is toxic, so I have provided gas masks and put them everywhere. Take one and run inside. Inside just take a room and stay as long as you want. My goal is to help as many travelers as possible. The bathrooms have piping that runs with normal water but everything else is almond water. I have some spare backpacks to store supplies but they are very plain. Back to the events in my first entry I am safe. It was just a smiler, and now I have a few more bones I can use for weapons. The trading post wouldn't take my supplies, as they thought the bones were fake. "No human can kill a Smiler" they said. I guess I'm not human anymore after all? I can't die. I've been killed countless times. But I just. Won't. Die. Breath in the toxic fumes? Still alive. Get torn limb from limb by a random entity? Still. Alive. Get thrown off a roof? Alive. Get turned into a fucking animation by the Animation King? Alive. I don't know anymore but I'm just going to help travelers keep from getting the same fate as so many… goodbye for now traveler.
  -M