The backrooms Begin

Ch. 4 -True Nature-

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Jon secures his hazmat helmet to his waist, allowing his beak to be uncovered. A fit of coughing overtakes him, his body reacting to the putrid stench that takes over the air. The surrounding walls, constructed of withered brick, indicate that he has found himself within a vast sewage system. Wrinkling his beak in disgust, Jon mutters to himself, struggling to endure the offensive odor.

"GACK! THIS PLACE SMELLS HORRIBLE," he exclaims, his hand instinctively rising to shield his beak.

Maintaining a firm grip on his peculiar weapon, Jon continues to navigate through the labyrinth passageways. Fortunately, he manages to avoid walking through the muck, sparing himself from further unpleasantness. In this brief moment, his mind wanders, pondering Shadez and the questions that arise. The solitude he has endured may have begun to take its toll, as he finds himself muttering aloud to organize his thoughts.

"I wonder how Alex is doing. He should have arrived by now," Jon muses, his voice echoing in the gloomy tunnels.

"Now Shadez, I have no idea what you are, but you're certainly more enjoyable than having no company at all," he remarks, the squishing sound of his footsteps accompanying his words.

"On the bright side, at least I have a companion," Jon declares, tightening his grip on his weapon, preparing for any potential threat.

"On the not-so-bright side, it'll probably be the end of me once I let my guard down," he laments, he frowns.

"Honk, I don't know anymore," he admits, a tinge of frustration evident in his voice.

"I'm stuck here, for who knows how long, with an oblivious monster and my own lonely self," Jon concludes, his words carrying a mixture of sadness and solitude.

Up ahead, Jon notices a large corridor, shrouded in darkness. Intrigued yet cautious, he decides to illuminate the area. Wrapping a cloth around his arm, he ignites it, creating a brilliant blue flame that casts its light upon the surroundings. As he steps into the corridor, the pungent stench of the sewer lingers in the air, reminding him of his location. In the center of the corridor, he discerns a table with an unexpected object—an operating computer. A sense of suspicion washes over him, prompting him to proceed with caution.

Taking a deep breath, Jon momentarily escapes the foul odor as he takes in his surroundings. The room is colossal, its square shape accompanied by tunnels on each side, leading further into the depths of the sewer. As he approaches the computer, the previously forgotten scent returns, but his curiosity prevails. To his surprise, the computer flickers to life, emitting a blaring sound that startles him. His feathers stand on end as he realizes that the computer seems to be mocking him, displaying patterns of smiley face emojis in zigzag formations across the screen.

Reacting swiftly, Jon's frustration gets the best of him. In a single swift motion, he kicks the screen, shattering it into countless pieces. Sparks fly as the broken fragments scatter, accompanied by a distorted and lowering pitch that gradually fades into silence.