ATTENTION!
The administrative staff is currently performing manual maintenance in the Core Room. Please be advised that direct contact with higher beings may be detrimental to lower entities.
"THAT. MAY. BECOME A PROBLEM. LATER."
It was the very first time Juliana heard someone speaking. There were those blue panels, but they only emitted automated messages. However, what Juliana heard was as if words were torn from someone's speech and forcefully clung together. It wasn't human; it felt genderless and eerie.
"Wait, who is this? Who's there?" - A noise, resembling a hum accompanied by a child's laughter, reverberated in the endless white room.
"AS THE. SYSTEM WARNED. I AM. AN ADMINISTRATOR. I HAVE DESCENDED. TO RESOLVE. THIS SITUATION."
The female attendant felt no relief from the explanation; the way this "admin" spoke made her skin crawl and put her on edge. The voice felt wrong, unsettling, carrying a weight that made her tense and her body heavy. Juliana's breath became ragged, as if she had been running nonstop, with an invisible pressure pushing her down until she collapsed onto the floor. The weight upon her body was like an gravity was multiplied ten fold, she could barely move.
"Jesus Christ, I don't know what the hell is happening here. PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP! - she couldn't even lift her head, her face pressed hard against the ground. However, she had enough space view to perceive an enormous dark silhouette in the distance, right beside the glowing core.
Our fast-food worker's plea was met with profound silence until the white room darkened; however, this time it did not descend into a complete void but was instead adorned with flickering lights that multiplied endlessly, creating a vast mirroing of deep space. Amidst the cosmos representation, a tall, dark silhouette extended a long and slender limb, appearing to hold a floating orb of light.
"CHILD. OF ANOTHER. WORLD. REDEMPTION IS NOT HERE. I AM. BECAUSE OUR CONNECTION. IS STRONGER THAN. ANY YOU HAVE EVER HAD. WITH THE LAMB."
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Dread, pure fear, and desperation consumed her. So, she was indeed dead, and worse, the inhuman voice in her mind confirmed her worst fears. She was a bitch alright, that much she admitted, but she never believed it was enough to warrant eternal damnation or to be tormented by the mere presence of the Devil. She should have gone to church instead of smoking weed, as her grandmother said between her daily spankings.
Juliana wept; the realization of her final destination was overwhelming. She cried uncontrollably, her face a mess and her hair damp with her own tears.
The voice hummed once more.
"I AM NOT THE OPPOSER AND YOU ARE NOT OUTSIDE THE MATERIAL REALM. YOU ARE ALIVE, REMADE, REBORN, RENEWED."
“What? Then why I am here? What did I desever to be here??"
Another humming sound, another child chuckling, and this time, it was accompanied by the sound of a little girl sobbing.
"I MAY NOT LINGER MUCH LONGER, CAUSALITY IS UNBALANCED AND IT MUST BE RESTORED. IT WILL BE A GREATER CHALLENGE, HiGHER THAN ANY OTHER, PERHAPS WHE WILL MEET, AGAIN."
The dark silhouette extended its hand and pressed its long and slender fingers as if squeezing the sphere of light. A loud noise, musch like an explosion resonated, and the room was once again flooded with the light produced by the core until it transformed into a white void once more.
Attention
The influence of administrators during maintenance has been outlined to re-establish the balance of causality.
WARNING
You have been cursed by a higher Existance!
FEAR
The Administrator of Fear and Hunger has unleashed its terrifying hand and lifted the dungeon's safety mechanisms. There will be no limits to the strength of the [*******] incursions.
WARNING
You have been cursed by a higher Existance!
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
The Administrator of Slaughter takes pleasure in your predicament and wishes to see it through. All entities of different species are hostile to one another during [*******] incursions.
“God, I have no fucking idea of what this means, but damn it, I feel fucked, like really fucked. This is all a bad trip, yeah... that leaking gas, yeah... I must’ve breathed way more than I should have. I bet I’m lying on that filthy floor, tripping out on the ground.” - She laughed, anxiety creeping back in, her head spinning and her stomach churning, tears streaming down her face. This continued until she finally fell asleep, worn out and exhausted from the long day.