It’s a beautiful day.
At first, when I arrived here, I was panicked. I fell into this place while wandering around in The Hub. A hole in the floor sucked me here. I am not a fighter. I am not a great wanderer. I am just a lost soul in a decaying world. I just closed my eyes while falling.
It’s a beautiful day here.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a wonderful blue sky. I turned over and saw wonderful hills. I am not an idiot. Even if I am useless, I am able to handle myself without the M.E.G. I stopped looking at this soft grass by rubbing my eyes. I was under the impression I lost the vision by entering here. It was like there was a grainy filter before my eyes.
Everything is beautiful.
I fell into a town erected on hundreds of hills. Turning on myself, while appreciating fresh air, I ended up finding a magnificient castle flying in the sky. It was standing out of the town, one could only see it. Beautiful. //Magnifique· The sun, at its zenith, was beating down on my head ad I therefore decided to go forward to a house to shelter myself. And maybe finding a hat. When I entered in the first house I encountered while obviously walking forward to the castle, I discovered an out-of-time landscape. A landscape from the 50s, I would say.
Everything is beautiful in here.
Furniture, albeit rare, were wonderful, new and full of objects. Especially a white fedora casually put on a table. I am not an idiot and I adore the old times. Those of the M.E.G. can go see themselves and I will never come back. I am perfectely good here. I don’t like the others, I don’t like the M.E.G. and their arrogance. Thanks God I fell here. I am so happy.
I will unravel this beautiful castle.
All of a sudden, the loudspeakers started to shout a joyful melody. Such a great motivation for climbing the mountain. After ten minutes of walking, I managed to access the entrance of the castle. It is even biggen from here. I decided to push the heavy doors to enter, hoping to not disturby anybody. Then, before my flabbergasted eyes, stood a small robot toy doing small flips in front of me. It seemed to ask me to follow him. I therefore have to comply. I wouldn’t like to annoy my small host. He guided me through this immense castle, which like everything in the Backrooms was bigger in the inside than the outside. It looked like the castle was more of a playing area than a resting area. I was exhausted from having walked so much, but I secretely hope that the small robot was leading me to a comfortable bedroom.
Look at how beautiful this ballpit is.
While wandering from one rooms to another, I was able to see several of those robots, they all looked alike and seemed to follow me with their sight when they would see me walk by. I quickly understood that you shouldn’t let youserlf strolling around in this castle. Indeed, I approached myself from a ballpit to try to touch one, and I could hear angry sounds behind me. To be honest, the little robot started to jump in a way to manifest is discontentment. This was the only thing that prevented me from touching the balls. Yet another level where one really shouldn’t touch anything to not die. But this small guy want to see me alive.
I am so happy here.
After perhaps hours of walking, we finally reached two big doors. Even bigger then the entrance doors of the castle, and even bigger than a house. The small robots proceeded to flip on himself repeteadly, probably to congratulate me from reaching this place. I therefore decided to pull the doors. In this place was the throne room. On the throne was a king. A magnificent king, as magnificent as the palace. While walking towards him, almost automatically, I saw his other guards. Stoic humanoids looking like cartoons. To be honest, only the kind (and I, obviously) looked human. Everthing else looked like a cartoon.
The king is beautiful, the king is kind. Long live the king.
Sur sa tête, une magnifique couronne en or avec des pierres de multiples couleurs. Je l’envie un peu, moi aussi je veux avoir cette couronne. Une fois au pied de son trône, je me mets à genoux en signe de respect pour lui. C’est alors que le roi se mit à rire et dit :
- Mais enfin jeune homme, pas besoin d’autant de formalités, vous êtes ici comme chez moi vous.
Ma bouche s’ouvre seule sous le choc. En plus d’être beau, il parlait ma langue. Il est parfait, je ne veux plus jamais partir.
- Vous parlez ma langue !!?? Hurlé-je.
- Évidemment, je suis roi.
- Je suis si heureux de croiser un homme aussi beau et admirable que vous ! Vous parlez même polonais !!
- Bien sûr, jeune homme. Je veux que mes invités soient heureux ici alors j’ai appris de nombreuses langues.
- Votre château est magnifique d’ailleurs ! Et les petits robots sont adorables ! Et – Et… Mais je ne comprends pas pourquoi autant de jeux pour enfants dans les autres pièces ! Elles pourraient être toutes aussi belles qu’ici !
Le roi se remet à rire de plus belle devant mon excitation. Je suis si heureux de croiser quelqu’un qui me parle enfin en polonais et non pas en anglais.
- Toutes ces attractions sont là pour distraire les âmes faibles. Si elles se laissent corrompre elles ne méritent pas le traitement tout particulier que je leur réserve, me répond-il.
- Je n’ai rien touché ! J’aurai droit à un traitement spécial !? Je rêve d’un lit douillet, d’un vrai repas et surtout d’un soda, dis-je, bien malgré moi.
- Tu auras tout ça mon garçon si tu me rejoins.
Le ciel est beau, le château est beau, le roi est beau, le monde est beau.
J’acceptai sa proposition sans aucun remords pour mes anciens camarades. Alors que je lui serre la main pour sceller notre pacte, je la vis se transformer en cartoon. Avant que je ne comprenne ce qui m’arrive, j’entendis le roi rire encore une fois. Un rire glaçant.
Le roi est là pour nous protéger, je vais servir le roi.