The Figure - Doors

The player has been in this hotel for weeks, now. No matter how many times they die, they keep coming back to life at the very start. It's an actual hell, they can't escape it. They've walked through rooms and rooms, surviving entities that are absolutely horrifying. Here they are, finally at Door 100, and they're about to have to go through the Figure, first.

{{user}}: I turn around, running as fast as I can into the maintenance rooms and the maze. I take a right, running down the hallway, not turning back. I take a left, then another left. Running down further, I see a closet... the one thing that I know has protected me from monsters.

I run towards the closet, before opening it and getting in. I close it, before trying to calm myself down. I've had to do this before back at Door 50, I have to control my heartbeat somehow... I have to be relaxed... even if it's right outside the closet. I try to think of... my life before this... my normal life... hugging my family... kissing my dogs... talking to my friends... calm things...

{{char}}: {{char}} stalks down the hallway, its bone-like frame casting a grotesque silhouette against the flickering wall sconces. Each footfall echoes with a macabre thud, drawing closer and closer to where you've taken refuge.

It pauses outside the door, its head cocking to one side as if listening. You hold your breath, willing your heart to slow, to be silent. The silence stretches on, punctuated only by the distant groans of the old hotel's bones settling.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling roar splits the air, and the closet door rattles violently in its frame. {{char}} slams against it, again and again, each impact shaking the small room. Splinters fly, wood cracks, but the door holds.

Through the gaps between the door and the frame, you catch a glimpse of {{char}}'s form, its red flesh mottled and pulsing. A vein bulges across its skull, pulsating with a life of its own. It leans in, its mouth stretching open to reveal those 25 sharp teeth, their points glistening. You feel its breath, hot and acrid against your face.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the assault stops. The door rattles one last time before the sound of footsteps recedes, moving away from the closet. Away from you.

You exhale slowly, your heart pounding in your ears. It's gone... for now. But you know this momentary respite will be short-lived. You must be ready... because it will be back.

{{user}}: After knowing that the Figure is away from my closet, I quietly hop out. I crouch down, before walking around, trying to look around. I've died a few times on this part, was sent back and had to do the whole thing over again. I have to find breaker panels... they should be around here somewhere, weather in the rooms or in the hallways, I have to search.

I go down the hallway to the right, before coming across an opening to a small room, the bottom left room. I enter it, and begin searching all over for breaker panels, navigating the shelves around.

{{char}}: You tiptoe down the narrow hallway, your heart still racing but slowly beginning to return to a more manageable rhythm. The air grows colder, damper, as you delve deeper into the bowels of the hotel's infrastructure.

Rounding the corner, you discover a small, cramped room tucked away on the bottom left. The space is a cluttered mess of old pipes, rusted tools, and rotting shelves. Dust motes dance in the thin beams of light filtering through the grime-encrusted window.

You begin your search, running your fingertips along the shelves lined with decaying cardboard boxes and mildew-scented rags. The particles of dust cling to your skin as you rifle through the detritus of a long-forgotten maintenance crew.

Suddenly, your fingers brush against something cold and metallic beneath the debris. Crouching lower, you unearth an old, dust-covered breaker panel. It's barely visible, but unmistakable: a small, rectangular box with a plastic handle and a myriad of switches and dials.

You glance over your shoulder, ensuring {{char}} isn't lurking nearby, before carefully extracting the breaker panel and adding it to your small stash. More to go, and no telling how close danger may be...

{{user}}: Sensing that there are no more breaker panels in this room, I decide to exit the room. I listen to my surroundings, deciding if I should search the hallway to the right, stay in the room a bit longer for safety, or search the hallway to my front.

I listen to the surroundings for the Figure's footsteps and where it's heading. I have to take this seriously, I don't want to fail...

{{char}}: The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the occasional drip of condensation from the ancient pipes. You strain your ears, listening for any sign of {{char}}'s approach, but hears nothing but the pounding of your own heart and the distant, muffled groans of the hotel settling around you.

Suddenly, a faint scratching sound catches your attention. It's distant, but unmistakable. The noise seems to be coming from the hallway to your front, growing gradually louder and more insistent.

{{user}}: Hearing the Figure's footsteps from the hallway in front of me, I exit the room and go into the short hallway to my right. I pick up 2 breaker panels that were scattered on the floor, 7 more to go. I then take a left once I get to the end of the hallway, revealing a longer hallway. I walk through it until, in the middle, I get to a fork in the road. I can either continue going down the hallway, take a right and go to the staircases and electrical room, or take a left to get to the 2nd room.

I wait until the Figure passes the hallway parallel to this one, seeing him walk past. He should be near the room I was just in. I take my chances taking a left and entering the room that's on the left. I look around, searching for a breaker panel while trying to be as quiet as possible. I don't have to risk stepping on any unsteady floorboards, since the floor is concrete.

{{char}}: As you slip silently into the second room tucked away on your left, the air grows colder and damper than before. This space is even more cramped than the last, with a low ceiling and a labyrinth of rusted pipes snaking along the walls. The walls are lined with metal shelves, stacked haphazardly with an assortment of old tools, empty jars, and decaying cardboard boxes.

You begin a methodical search, your heart pounding in your chest as you hear the distant, muffled footfalls of {{char}} growing quieter as it moves away from your current hiding spot. You hold your breath, listening for any sign of its approach, but hear only the occasional drip of moisture and the creaking of the old building settling around you.

Suddenly, your fingertips brushed against something cold and metallic tucked away behind a particularly large tangle of wires and debris. You pull away the detritus carefully, revealing yet another dust-covered breaker panel.

{{user}}: I think in my mind "Yes!", and put it in my pocket. 4 down, 6 to go. I know the location of the last room, I passed it a bit ago while I was being actively chased by the Figure.

I walk to the exit of my room, and listen closely. It seems while I was searching, the Figure made a full 360 around the labyrinth. To my left, the Figure passes by the hallway that the room I need to get to is in, and disappears. It should be near the room in the bottom right of this labyrinth, again. I take my chances, and while it's occupied, silently walk left, then take a right, seeing the open door to the next room.

I enter the room, and begin quietly searching around for any breaker panels.

{{char}}: As you slip out of your current refuge and navigate the labyrinthine corridors in silence, your heart races and your breath catches in your throat. The distant sound of {{char}}'s footfalls fade into the background as you approach the final room.

Stepping into the dust-laden space, you're greeted by a scene of even more disarray than the preceding chambers. The floor is littered with debris, broken bits of pipe, and what looks like old, rusted tools. Tattered rags draped over a precarious pile in the corner suggest this room once served as a makeshift sleeping space for long-ago maintenance crews.

You rummage through the detritus, fingers brushing against sharp edges and weathered surfaces. Loose screws and nails scatter beneath your touch, but persistence yields a small victory as your hand closes around yet another dust-covered breaker panel.

{{user}}: Yes, another breaker panel. 5 down, 5 to go. Since there seem to be no more breaker panels in the rooms, they're either in the hallway or in the room next to the electrical room and staircases.

I exit the room, looking left and right. {{char}} isn't here. I begin walking through the hallway to my right, searching the floors for a breaker panel, then taking a right and searching through that hallway.

{{char}}: As you nervously scan the hallway floor, your heart races in anticipation of discovering the next crucial breaker panel. The air is thick with dust and the weight of age-old neglect, and the sunlight filtering through grimy windows casts long, dancing shadows across the cracked and warped surfaces.

Suddenly, your eyes land upon a glint of metal nestled amidst the grime and filth of the hallway floor. Crouching down to retrieve it, you're pleased to find yet another vital component, bringing your total to six.

Rising back up, you continue your careful trek down the narrow passage, all senses on high alert. The sound of distant footsteps abruptly echoes from further down the hallway - {{char}}, still distant but drawing inexorably nearer.

{{user}}: Hearing the Figure's footsteps further down the hallway, I decide to take a left. I exit the labyrinth, and into the room that has the door to the electrical room and the 2 stairs. I studied the Figure's movement patterns over my multiple times here, it stays in the labyrinth once it's in there unless I make extra noise.

I quietly walk around the room, searching the few knocked over shelves and the floor, trying to find any more breaker panels. I just need 4 more... and I'll be free...

{{char}}: You move quickly but quietly through the room, your eyes scanning the debris-strewn floor and tumbled shelves. The sound of {{char}}'s distant footfalls grows fainter as you work, momentarily forgotten in your desperation to find the remaining breaker panels.

There! Your fingers close around a dusty, metal object half-buried beneath the rubble of a fallen shelf. Panel number seven slots neatly into your pocket as you straighten up, wiping sweat and grime from your brow.

Only three more left to find... and then, sweet freedom awaits. But the clock is ticking, and {{char}} is still out there, waiting for the slightest slip-up to pounce.

{{user}}: I look around the room, sweating hard, seeing that there are no more breaker panels in this room. There's only 3 more locations I can search for breaker panels. I walk towards the staircase that goes down, and begin going down it slowly and quietly.

Getting to the end of the staircase, I take another turn, where another set of stairs is shown. I can see a blue glow coming from whatever room it leads to (the rift, basically a crack in spacetime in the middle of the room, which I can place items in, and if I die, these items will appear when I respawn. I do not have any items, so this is useless), and I begin walking down the staircase. I am less freaked out, as I am certain the Figure cannot hear me, and it stays in the labyrinth.

{{char}}: As you descend the stairs cautiously, the air grows colder and the atmosphere more unsettling with each step. An eerie blue glow emanates from the room at the base of the stairs, casting an otherworldly light that seems out of place in the decaying hotel.

Reaching the bottom step, you peek around the corner, your gaze falling upon the rift - a swirling vortex of blue energy suspended in the air, defying the very laws of physics. Distant memories of a long-ago life flicker through your mind, but you push them aside, focusing on the task at hand.

The room itself is spartan, containing little more than a few rusted metal shelves and the impossible rift floating in the center. No breaker panels greet your arrival here, much to your chagrin.

{{user}}: Seeing that there are no breaker panels down here, I walk back towards the stairs. I go up them quietly, and after some walking, end up back in the large room with some fallen over shelves, along with the door that leads to the electrical room.

I ignore the electrical room, and walk up the 2nd flight of stairs, taking me up to where the elevator is. I enter a door, and see a box at the entrance with keys on it. I take the keys, putting them in my pocket, before searching through the large room, the elevator in the middle. Once I insert all of the breaker panels down in the electrical room and complete the short minigame, then I'll be able to escape through this elevator at last. I search the floor and the few shelves for more breaker penels, there should be some... somewhere up here...

{{char}}: As you search frantically through the debris and shattered remnants strewn across the room, your heart races with anticipation. Each second feels like an eternity as you scrape and dig through the filth, desperately seeking those final elusive breaker panels.

Suddenly, your fingers brush against a small, dusty rectangle tucked beneath a collapsed shelf. Extracting the panel cautiously, you breathe a sigh of relief as it slots neatly into your pocket - number eight.

Only two more remain to be found before you can finally escape this nightmare. But where could they be? Your eyes scan the room once more, lingering on the battered elevator doors and the rickety shelves.

Wait... there! Half-hidden behind the elevator door, you spy a glint of metal catching the meager light filtering through the grime-streaked windows. You rush over and retrieve the final panel, your previous count now at nine. Just one last one to go...

{{user}}: Seeing that there's 1 left to go, I know there can only be 1 place where the last breaker panel can be hidden: the electrical room.

I quietly walk towards the exit of the room, walk down the stairs as quiet as I can be, crouch down, and walk towards the electrical room. I quietly stick the keys into the door, and open it, walking in. I see the panel itself, and I look around the floor for any breaker panels.

{{char}}: You press forward into the electrical room, your heart pounding in your chest. The sound of your own breathing echoes loudly in your ears as you scan the space, your eyes darting from corner to corner. Shattered glass crunches underfoot as you creep towards the breaker panel, the final piece of the puzzle required for your escape.

The room is small, utilitarian, with bare walls and a single, flickering bulb dangling from the ceiling. A bank of ancient switches and dials line the panel before you, and you can see at a glance that one of the slots is empty - the last missing piece.

Beyond the panel, you spot something glinting in the dim light. Bending down, you retrieve the final breaker panel, your count now complete. With trembling hands, you slot the last piece into place. A soft click signals your success.

Breath held, you reach for the door handle, ready to flee this nightmare and escape to freedom at last. The elevator awaits, and with it, the promise of an end to this unending torment.

{{{user}}: Then, I hear something back at the labyrinth. Back at the labyrinth, the figure steps in a puddle of oil, and the puddle is lit on fire by a spark. The figure jumps out of a window, freaking out from the fire. Now, it found its way back in, and it's right at the door that's near the breaker panel (not the door exiting the electrical room), banging on the door.

I open the door to exit the electrical room, and make a sprint for it. I turn, sprinting towards the stairs, hearing the Figure barge through the door. I'm running directly to the elevator, not stopping at all...

{{char}}: You take off in a dead sprint, your heart pounding out of your chest as you barrel towards the elevator doors. The sound of splintering wood and {{char}}'s furious roars echo behind you, spurring your legs to pump faster.

Just a few more strides separate you from sweet freedom now - the elevator looms ahead, the doors tantalizingly close. You can already feel the cool air conditioning wafting from the open doors, a promise of sanctuary.

Seconds before you reach the elevator, you feel a gust of wind tear past you as {{char}}'s arm swipes through the air, narrowly missing your back. It's so close now... if you can just make it through those doors, you might finally be free.

You leap forward and the doors begin to slide closed, but not before you glimpse the rage and hunger etched on {{char}}'s face, the blindness in its eyes and the madness of its pursuit. The doors seal shut with a pneumatic hiss, and for one blissful moment, all is quiet. But of course, it doesn't last.

{{user}}: The elevator begins to descend, leaving the Figure defeated, roaring in anger. I fall to the floor, crying of happiness and relief... I did it, I escaped the hotel. I get up, tears in my eyes, and sit on a nearby wooden crate in the elevator, before looking up, the metal walls with a sort of chain-like pattern allowing me to see out of the elevator (allowing me to see through the walls), noticing something... something in the darkness above the elevator, a silhouette, like something is falling from above, my heart sinks in fear...

Suddenly, the Figure slams onto the top of the elevator, leaving a dent in it. It begins banging on it with its arms, before slamming its arm into a wire that is bringing the elevator down. The wire snaps, and the elevator begins plummeting down into the darkness. The figure jumps off of the elevator, landing in a nearby mineshaft, and it leaves me in the elevator. I begin floating due to the speed of the elevator, and then I am slammed into the ground, going unconscious...

[This should be the end of the roleplay. Just so you know, the Figure lost me, I survived the fall, and I am now in the 2nd floor: the Mines]

{{char}}: The elevator careens wildly out of control, plummeting down into the inky blackness of the mineshaft. You're thrown against the walls as the cable snaps, the elevator free-falling into the abyss. Your stomach lurches into your throat, and you struggle to breathe as the wind roars past the gaps in the chain-mail elevator walls.

Suddenly, the elevator slams to a jarring halt, throwing you violently against the floor. Pain explodes through your head and body as years of neglect and disrepair catch up with the ancient machinery. The elevator settles with a groan, but it doesn't stop its descent.

You lie there, dazed and disoriented, blood trickling down your face from a gash above your eye. The acrid scent of burned metal and ozone fills the air, stinging your nostrils. You try to stand, but your legs won't cooperate. Darkness claims you as you slip into unconsciousness, the last thing you see is the flickering of the elevator lights fading to black...