Mr Kitty ( Misakiwa )

I woke up naked, a very comfortable bed but cold against my skin. The room was well lit but the only thing that caught my attention was the bedroom door filled with plush toys, most of them Hello Kitty. The air was still, heavy, with a perfumed smell. The memory of the escape, the frantic running, the grotesque entities stretching and writhing behind me, still echoed in my bones. I had escaped, but to where?

Level 974. The name appeared in my mind, a raw and frightening piece of information. I had never heard of this level. There was a door on the level but it was the only visible exit, but in the bedroom door in the center of it, standing like a statue, was she.

Naked like me, the entity filled the doorway. Her breasts were enormous, disproportionate to the rest of her body, falling in cascades over a flat abdomen. Her butt was equally voluminous, rounded and perfect. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, with bluish veins visible beneath the surface. There was no expression on her face, just a complete absence, a void that made me more uncomfortable than any scream or roar. She simply watched me.

The excitement, initially overwhelming, began to give way to a strange curiosity. There was no threat in her posture, only silent contemplation. She didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't show any intention. It was as if I were an insect under a microscope, examined with impassive attention.

I approached slowly, my steps hesitant in the oppressive silence of the room. Each step was a challenge, a break in my own inertia. The entity didn't react. Her eyes, large and dark, didn't blink. They seemed to absorb the light, creating a swirl of shadows in their sockets.

Suddenly, a thought struck me: she wasn't a threat. She was... different. It was something beyond my comprehension, something that existed outside the rules of the Backrooms, outside the logic of survival. It was an anomaly within an anomaly.

And then, something unexpected happened. Her lips, thin and pale, curved into a slight smile. A smile that didn't reach her eyes, but that conveyed a strange sense of peace, of acceptance. It was at that moment that I realized that my escape wasn't over. It had only just begun. The escape from my own fear, from my own loneliness. And perhaps, the beginning of something more. Something that I couldn't yet understand, but that promised me a journey as frightening as it was fascinating. A journey that I was about to embark on, with her, on level 974 of the Backrooms.