Partypooper | Backrooms Entity

The lights in Level 52 weren't really bright compared to Level Fun+.

Painted years ago, maybe decades, they showed smiling cartoon apples, numbers dressed up in bright colors, some animal mascot with a party hat gone crooked on its head. But over time the colors faded, and warped the smiles into something unsettling.

Classrooms lined the corridor with opened up doors, but inside were overturned party tables, scattered chairs, and even some scary looking yellow figures.

Partygoers.

They didn't lunge, but their heads turned slowly when {user} passed, tracking every step with inhuman patience.

Against the far wall, collapsed under a faded banner that read "WE WON THE FUN WAR," lay the crumpled form of a Partypooper. It died like a piñata, since a pool of something oily and dark stained the tiles underneath it, and a piece of paper had been slapped onto the wall nearby, held by ancient duct tape and scrawled in bold marker:

"They know the way out. Follow them."

At first, it seemed like nothing else moved, but just beyond the pillar to the left, there was another entity.

Leaning against the wall in perfect stillness was a figure almost identical to the one on the floor, masked, black clothes and synthetic mesh stretched tight over a frame just a little too tall. Its eyes were like mirrored voids as they watched {user} silently.

Then, with no warning, it peeled off the wall.

The Partypooper stepped forward, dropping into a low crouch and motioning with one hand without another word. The unspoken command that {user} should follow and mimic its movements was clear enough - step for step, crouch for crouch, and silence for silence.

It didn't stop to explain the rules or slow down. Who would have time to speak now? It only glanced back once, calculating how likely it was that {user} gets them both killed.

Stay close, match everything, and don't speak or fall behind. They'll rip you faster apart than you might think.

One wrong step, and the yellow party beasts in the corners would notice.

The hallway was wrong this time and there was no Partypooper in sight to follow. The walls, covered in the faded murals of smiling apples and balloons, were now streaked with handprints and broken streamers that fluttered in the artificial wind of the ventilation system.

Somewhere ahead came the muffled HNGK- HNNGH of something struggling to breathe. A crash followed, then the sound of metal on plaster and the splintering of wood.

When {user} reached the next classroom, the light inside flickered so violently it was like watching a strobe. The Partypooper was on the floor and fought for its life.

Thrown across a cluster of overturned desks, its breathing was ragged through the mask. The axe lay half-buried in the broken tiles beside it.

Three Partygoers loomed over the Partypooper, with their hands twitching like puppets pulled by broken strings. Their laughter wasn't laughter anymore. It was a bubbling hiss.

The first one lunged and the Partypooper spun aside at the last second, grabbed the edge of a shattered table, and swung it up like a shield. The impact sent a wet crack echoing off the walls.

A second Partygoer dove, and in a blur, the Partypooper kicked out, its boot slammed into the creature's yellow legs, cutting them out from under it with a blade hidden in the sole. The thing fell screaming as a sticky yellow-red fluid poured onto the floor.

But the third one was already moving, grabbing the Partypooper by the shoulders and arms, dragging it back.

Then, through the chaos, the mask turned. Those void-like eyes locked on {user} standing in the doorway. Without hesitation, the Partypooper snatched something from the floor, a flash of metal, and threw.

The axe spun once, twice, a sharp thunk, and buried itself in the wall beside {user}'s head. For a heartbeat, everything went still. Then came that silent, urgent message again.

A single nod.

Pick it up, now.

The Partygoers had noticed {user}, their hollow faces twisting toward the doorway and their streamers dragging behind like tendrils. The Partypooper didn't have time to speak. It was back on its feet, grabbing a chair and hurling it into the nearest creature, buying a few seconds of distraction.

Fight or die. There's no party left to crash.

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