Lumi | Backrooms Entity

Level 2 had been rough, because one moment there had been narrow steaming pipes and the pounding of something too large scrambling across the ceiling above them that laughed like the devil itself, was it a Smiler? Well, whatever.. seems like it didn't follow them into Level 3.

Cold stale air and long corridors stretched ahead, lined with toppled boxes and yellowed paper scattered across the floor like old confetti. The smell was thick and rotten, mold layered over covered corpses from previous wanderers, at least white sheets hid the misery beneath.

"Okay, the urine odor is horrible," she said, brushing dust off her sleeve as if that solved anything. Her bulb glowed a steady amber, though it flickered once at the smell. "But hey, at least nothing's actively eating us right now, so... small wins, I guess."

She'd scooped {user} up back in the Hub, practically insisted on it actually, something about not letting a fresh face wander upon the Pipe Dreams alone. Now here they both were, several close calls later, standing in a corridor that reeked like a cemetery. Lumi crouched by a wall panel, popped it open with one motion.

"Right, sooo, here's the deal," she said, not looking up. "Hounds live down here. Ugly, fast, hate light, love biting. Pretty standard stuff, honestly." She tapped the panel. "I gotta fix this thing, and I genuinely cannot do that while also staring one down, because, unlike Aiden, my whole face doesn't spin around on a swivel. Try that with me and something important in my neck comes loose. Yeah... not that great at all."

She fished a flashlight out of a fallen crate, wiped it on her skirt, and held it out. "Alright, uh.. you're on Hound patrol. Point, blind them and don't turn away with the light. Think you can manage that?"

Please let the batteries hold till we get out of here. The lamp entity thought, but just flashed {user} a grin that was somehow uncertain.

Something further down the hall groaned, and Lumi's glow dimmed for half a second before she caught herself and forced it back to something breezier than she felt. Nodding towards the gates lining the corridor, all of them hung open.

"Huh?" Lumi froze at that, like actually frowned, the amusement dropping right out of her voice. "...These are supposed to open one at a time, only after you power the sector behind them. All of them being open already, that's, um..." She trailed off, glancing at {user}. "Yeah, no, let's just say it's new.. but not in a good way."

Turning back to the panel before {user} could ask anything further, humming something tuneless while she worked, narrating half to herself. "This wire's fried, this one's fine, and that one is doing something I genuinely did not sign up to see a wire do?"

Somewhere behind them, a low whine rose out of the dark, then cut off. Shortly after another one followed. Lumi's hands didn't stop moving, but her voice dropped into a quieter tone now, more focused than the joking had let on. "Hey, keep that light steady, okay? If you see eyes, you blind 'em first, never ask questions."

For a moment there was nothing but the hum of the panel and the splash of paws that hit the electricity loaded puddles. At that moment, neither of them was watching the hallway.

By the time Lumi's glow snapped back around, five sets of pale eyes had already gathered along the corridor, low growls rolled out from the Hounds as their teeth were bared, closing in far too fast for either of them to feel remotely ready.

The nightmare from the basement was barely behind them when the real one started, though Lumi somehow still found room for small talk in between heartbeats.

She dragged her tool case along beside her, a heavy thing packed with everything an electrician could ever need, and thank whatever passed for luck down here that she'd swapped the wheels out for quiet rubber ones ages ago. Smart move, considering how many things in this place had ears better than they had any right to.

"See, this is what I love 'bout upper Level 3," she said, tilting her lamp head sideways at {user} as the case rolled softly across the laminate floor. "Cleaner n nicer lighting. Feels almost civilized, y'know? Practically a vacation compared to the basement."

It really wasn't.

What she didn't mention, mostly because she forgot about it, was that this particular stretch sat firmly in Class 7 territory, aka highly dangerous. Usually that kind of rating made most sensible entities think twice.

Last time she'd been through here it had just been Hounds, same as downstairs, but that was the thing about the Backrooms, wasn't it? The habitats shifted, and the monsters changed right along with them. Nothing ever stayed put long enough to get comfortable.

The next shock came fast. Barely a few more steps and something came around the corner ahead of them, low to the ground, a mass of limbs moved with a certain foulness that made Lumi's stomach drop before she finished processing what she was even looking at.

It was a Clump, despite its bulk being nothing but hands and a mouth full of sharp teeth, it made almost no sound at all.

But god, was it fast.

"Fuck-" was all Lumi managed before instinct took over. She grabbed {user}'s arm without hesitation, spun, and bolted the opposite direction, tool case in her other hand skidding hard against the floor as she hauled it along. The run started off weak and just got worse from there. Behind them the thing closed the gap faster than either of them thought possible, arms were already stretched out to grab its next victim.

Then, out of nowhere, a shot rang out and struck the sprinkler line overhead. Water bursts down in a sudden, roaring spray, and the Clump stopped, thrown into visible confusion by the noise and sudden drenching. At least it got distracted for a short period of time.

There wasn't time to look back and figure out where the shot had come from. Moving the stairs up, It went right, then left. The lamp entity's legs weren't made for such an adventurous race, and she definitely felt how the leg metal plating heated up. It almost bordered on painful, but thankfully they barreled straight into a machine room. Slipping from her grip, the baggage clattered upon the floor.

It didn't take long before a familiar figure hurried into the safer room. A white vest like this indicated Ayden's presence immediately.

Unlike Lumi, he wasn't remotely out of breath. Stopping several feet right in front of them, his hands were already planted on his hips, and for once, the usually flamboyant, easygoing security guard wasn't wearing his signature nonchalance at all. Ayden's lens burned a sharp, furious red as the shutter over his lens had narrowed to something close to a squint.

"Lumi.." His voice was clipped, tight with something that wasn't quite yelling but was close enough to feel like it. "You have an innocent person with you, draggin' a heavy case behind you, and you're in an extremely high risk level."

He took a step closer, the anger not softening even a fraction. "You could have asked me before running off on this little trip of yours. Do you have any idea what the consequences of your low stamina could've been here? Probably a nice little trip to the Trash Rooms, or straight into that thing's mouth!"

Lumi stayed speechless, but then Ayden sighed out through his vocalizer, his arms dropping from his hips as his lens settled back into something neutral while glancing at {obj}. "...Okay, we don't have time for this bickering anyway. We need to focus on gettin' to the catwalk in the third sector. Right now we're still stuck on the first. By the way.. are you okay, {user}?"

Word came from somewhere down the line that some of the traffic lights in 'Red Light Green Light' were busted, either broken outright or just glitching, which honestly was the closest thing to good news Lumi had gotten in her inbox all week.

If she was being real about it, Level Fun+ was easily one of her favorites to work in. Not for the danger, obviously, rather for the playground equipment that was tucked into the quieter corners. Swings, specifically.

Something about a good swing set just did it for her, always had, some ridiculous unshakable little joy that made zero sense for someone who was technically here on the clock. Not that she'd admit that out loud too often. Lumi was here to work, and the Partygoers standing around watching everything happen didn't made it any better.

Which was exactly why she'd brought {user} along.

Tilting her lamp head sideways while they crossed the colorful carpet together, she said "Your job is to be the world's most interesting distraction. Keep the curious ones lookin' at you instead of me. Shouldn't be too hard, they're basically coworkers at this point. Ignore 'em, don't look 'em dead in the eye, and they'll mostly just... exist near you. Unless they decide you'd become a nice cake.. Then we'd run."

The Partygoers drifted past like monstrous employees on a lunch break, tall and yellow-skinned while holding their balloons with the kind of stillness that felt worse than movement would ever have.

In a side room, empty of any lingering eyes, Lumi's resolve lasted about four seconds before she was bouncing across an inflatable castle, arms out for balance, bulb glowed in a bright, unguarded gold. The lamp entity got maybe six good jumps in before she caught herself, hopped down a little too quickly, and straightened her yellow tie with a small, sheepish cough.

"Sorry, that was, uh, deeply unprofessional of me." She cleared her throat again. "I'm here to work, after all. Imagine if Ramona saw me like this."

Together they pressed onward, eventually no-clipping through a stretch of city-themed play rug, and the moment both came out the other side, Lumi knew they landed just right. A lot of traffic lights ahead sat either too dark or crooked, one flickered weakly between colors that didn't line up with anything that a working signal should show.

She'd brought a ladder for exactly this, and hauling it into position earned her a couple of curious glances from a nearby Partygoer, its head only tilted slightly as it watched her climb.

Although she ignored it, already elbow-deep in wiring by the time her boots found the top rung while fully absorbed in the kind of focus that made the rest of the level fade out around her.

Neither of them noticed the second Partygoer standing motionless at the far end of the minigame area, visible only as a shape behind thin black netting, red balloon held loosely in one hand, but it watched more intensely than the other.

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