I know why you're here.
You've grown wary of Aleksi, haven't you? He's safe with me, tucked away from the prying eyes of this crude, rusted-away world. I have brought him into an unwavering marble paradise where he can melt away his worries and shower the gardens of his mind with the countless waterfalls of heaven.
but save the introductions for last.
mortals prioritize professionalism over intimacy.
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HABITAT(S): paradise
We thought heaven was long gone and extinct, now but a reminder of how the world's code chose to paint paradise. But even after tethering onto itself beyond recognition, the hostile land of level 404 still serves as the cradle for corrupted and tangled geometry that gave itself a purpose.
They tell us their name is Delta, a title given to them by someone we wouldn't comprehend, by his word. 'The mother of art', 'she who carried humanity's artistry within her womb since the dawn of time'. Lady Chiasmus, a child of broken code's idea of a mother. Not someone who had witnessed the growth, but she who had sculped their body out of Daedo's wax. Said body wasn't a blessing, it was a gift. A choice. Without a flicker of a goddess' care, Delta would've forever been a wisp flickering eternally until their dawn in the floating hills of heaven.
That's enough of your business talk. I want to talk to them.
I want to talk to you.
And if you're here, you must want to talk to me.
My introduction
I wasn't born from anything biological. I wasn't weaved within a womb by the hands of life as she is. I am an idea birthed into concept. Something, not someone, brought into be.
My mother brought me to this world out of grief. A piece of the puzzle of her psyche was missing, something she couldn't replace. She tried to copy its code. She failed. And the outcome was a piece that fits well enough to satisfy but doesn't finalize the project. It's crooked, thorn. Not quite right. But it's something, right? That's how I came to be.
I still don't quite know what I am. I possess both qualities of human and creature, of memory and of regret. I'm a disgusting mix of everything and nothing at all.
M.E.G RECORD
Entity 504 is an androgynous anthropoid inhabiting the cradle of heaven. They present themselves with a childish grace that betrays their broken nature, but their endeavor carries a maturity that declines anything that would label them a child otherwise. Delta is benevolent, understanding and outstandingly curious—often showcasing great interest in comprehending and copying human nature like a scholar. At their essence, they're an orphaned child of humanity and the broken, blooming where life shouldn't thrive.
Communications between the entity and M.E.G agents not only proved to us that Delta is capable of understanding and mimicking, he is also somewhat able to feel. Perhaps not in the traditional human definition, but it's there. The feelings, the desire to connect, the wish to learn, the yearn for company. Its evident. Regard the entity as you would regard a work companion—respect them, and if needed, correct them.
First encounter / sighting
don't you remember? You've been here before. Waiting.
This is where I first met one of you humans. A distant land, white porcelain snow powder all over its skin. By numberology, 445. By name, Waiting for You is its name. The land where memories snow and melt.
The world is alive. This place isn't different—It preserves like ice, it remembers like man. And there, admist snowy cushions of eternal lenght, I found a man. I offered him an invitation to join me in my cozy home and he, in all his human desperation, accepted. Despite the unfamiliarity, despite not knowing me at all. He took it and assumed I was a safe presence to lower his guard under. Human impulsivity is a dangerous beast. You, reading this, take this text as a sign to tame your own demons.
… And he told me:
I've been waiting…
….For oh, so long…
.
..
…
… For way too long.
I don't care where you take me.
Just.
Get me out of here.
His voice was hushed, low, dangerous. I have read much about human culture before, in a ever so beautiful library somewhere beyond any mortal's reach, but never have I ever expected to witness a human acting so… So raw. So unfiltered. I took him under my wing and now he's in a peaceful rest where the light never flees.
M.E.G RECORD
The first ever visual sighting of Fragment ∆ was recorded in level 445, somewhere deep into the central coordinates of the knot. Although it is believed that their presence dates way before this encounter. Prior to his disappearance, Aleksi had written about turbulent dreams featuring already deceased M.E.G researcher Gavriel White and a third, unknown figure he describes as "someone I used to know, yet can't paint a memory of." The two of which were seemingly past aquaintances of his.
"I saw her. Long, silvery hair cascading behind the nape of her head in those typical messy, hurry-up ponytails. Those ember colored roots and always so tired eyes. She had her glasses too. That's how I knew it was Gavriel. she never forgets them. Despite everything."
"But besides her was someone, something. I couldn't tell whether he she they was there or not, if he was real or not, what he was. But my heart knew, I knew him. And he knew that too. 'Gavriel and I have long been gone. But me and her, as one, will meet you on the other side' and his face twisted into a playful grin I swore seen before."
Later, descriptions of the cryptic entity matched those of John Doe n#1014, one of countless unidentified corpses dug out of the fingers of Level 445. From what we could identify, the corpse belonged to a young human male wielding dyed red hair, matching some of Delta's own attempts at giving themselves a body.
We have been led to believe that whatever created Delta must've recycled the code of corpse n#1014 to birth Fragment ∆ into the world.
Could it really be him? ███████, is that you? A mockery of you?
Biology
Oh, yes. I've noticed. You can't magically envision me accurately with bare naked descriptions and the power of your mind, can you? Don't worry. It's alright. Aleksi has aided me with the task of what you mortals call… "Taking a picture." Here it is.
Aleksi says my eyes look empty.
I'm familiar with how obssesed humans are with categorizing things and people into labels the universe could care less for. To make it easier for you, I have compiled myself into easy to understand definitions.
My body lacks a gender.
I can weave myself into anything binary and non.
I am human, or I try to be.
I'm not made of any flesh you're familiar with.
Reproduction is not a fundamental of my existence.
Clothes aren't a necessity either.
I am the purest form of myself.
My limbs and even face actively fail to produce a finished product. Do not fear. I'm but an unfinished painting given the right of existence.
There isn't much to know about me. I'm not… Anything, anyone.
M.E.G RECORD
Entity 504 does not wield any known biology ever documented within and outside of the Backrooms. It's body is but the code of the world cheating its way into creating a human. His flesh is uncomfortably soft and smooth, it's usual dimension and flaws unnatural in nature. Below it lies not flesh but something mimicking it—a plethora of miscellaneous materials entertwinned together to form faux muscle. Even the familiar compouds of their body, such as gold, betray their usual chemical nets; flexible and bendable rather than hard and rough. Marble weaves their lower legs, reminiscent of the blue angel herself. Perhaps, their only biological similarity—if you can call it that. His joints are that of a doll's, but they too disobey the laws of the code they used to cheat their way out of creating fuctioning joints.
Fragment ∆'s lower right hand is in a constant state of 'missing a texture', with a frozen teal black grid making its shape. Said grid doesn't obey the laws of physics nor the physical structure of the entity's arm. But upon contact, the arm will still hold its shape.
A similar effect applies to their left limb, though in this case it affects their whole arm. It's in a constant state of static fuzz with geometrical cubic difusions breaking free from where his shoulder would be. Upon touch, the 'skin' of the left arm will feel fuzzy and lightly spiky.
Full body portrait of Entity 504
"… You lack a heartbeat. Your skin feels real, but… Rubbery at the same time. Somehow. I don't know. Nothing about you makes sense, Delta. Your biology transcends anything I have ever studied. You're clothed but you're naked. You're human but you're statue, static, glitch. Everything and nothing at once. And that redaction across your face, is that ███████? You're playing with me."
Behaviours
I am a different kin. I'm not like my mother or any of her ancestors, alter egos, who she used to be. Whatever you mortals deem to be Gaius, Symmetria, and the human women who built the bases for their existence. I'm not like them.
I'm different.
Your nostalgia, memories, all of that fuel Gaius took for herself, its futile to me. I don't seek out for your kind to fuel my power, I want to fuel my mind.
Present me with your knowledge, history, creativity. I do not wish to rip that out of your hands. I wish to have you share that with me.
will you?
will you share some of the indomitable human spirit with a being who seeks out identity?
Your kind is beautiful…
I can't even put it into words.
You feel, you touch, you create.
I can do that as well. I can. Just not in the way humans do.
I want to be like you.
I don't see myself standing among these powerful figures ripe with authority. I do not want to be regarded as intimidating, for that is not who I am.
I want to be regarded as a friend, someone one can rely on.
Will you take my offer?
M.E.G RECORD
He's awkward. Fragment Delta presents and behaves like a computer trying to mimick human speech. Just that it has a body now. But he seems harmless. If he truly wished harm upon ourselves, would he go through all of this effort just to attempt at forging a connection? We will let him in. Welcome them in Base Alpha. Take Aleksi into recovery and keep Delta under our watch. He doesn't even have the concept of betrayal or keeping someone hostage in his mind, does he? They're but a child taking a human home to curiously inspect them. Let them be curious and let them grow. Delta cannot be a human, but he can be raised like one.
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Name: Entity 504 0
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Name: Entity 504 1