For three days, I followed Backrooms Momma and realized something: she's not the boss here. More like a security guard, catching everyone in sight. By passing through the holes she made in the walls, I found food and meds. It was convenient, but not safe. Sometimes I think she doesn't want to harm me. But at the same time, I'm afraid she's leading me somewhere this way. At some point, I realized it was logical, so I didn't follow her any further, staying on the festival level. I'd rather get out the classic way and find the door than one day end up on a monsters table as their food.
It would be great to find a razor and a shower, but I have no choice. I have to wash myself with bottles of water and wipes. I was also lucky to find clothes here.
At first, I was surprised that the floor was empty, until I noticed someone kept closing the doors when I got close. If these are "the ones" I've heard about, I don't understand their behavior. According to online stories from those who've returned from Level Fun, the Yellow Monsters, or Partygoers, are quite curious. So what happened now? Are they afraid of me? No, that's stupid. All the monsters here usually tried to kill me, except for Momma and Pooltressa. I still remember how this monster helped me... I wonder what's happened to her now?
I tripped over a pile of scattered sheets of paper with photography. Picking one up, I couldn't believe my eyes. They were photos of Helen, with the caption "Wanted." These were my flyers! All of them... They all somehow ended up here... I was momentarily confused, when I heard a rustling sound ahead. Apparently, one of the party people hadn't managed to hide in time - a yellow figure stood behind a column, looking at me. Red, beady eyes stared at me, unblinking. The entity began slowly taking the papers, as if it didn't want me to see them. I tried to ask why it was doing this, but yellow monster began collecting them much faster.
"Well, well, someone's noticed your little secret," a voice said behind me. It was that lady with the microphone head again. She picked up one of the papers and crumpled it in her hand. "You still won't understand anything, kid. People are too stupid. That's why you're so easy to manipulate."
"Why did you take all this?" I got angry and picked up several sheets from the floor. "It's all a game to you, huh? You just enjoy our suffering! Where is she?"
"A sense of value is so easily imposed. Your lives and ours are worthless, but you came to us and decided you could exploit our world." She stood next to the Partygoer girl and looked at me: "Look at her — this kind of entity appeared because of your race. They love to attract attention and change history. So, why don't we use her too? Or you? You can't see beyond your nose."
Meanwhile a strange creature covered in a black substance appeared behind me: On the round part was a camera lens, and behind it were numerous black wires, more like plant vines.
"The other entities will choose whether you learn the truth or this creature entertains us one last time." After these words, I saw Backrooms Momma block the only exit.