Once he stood up from the ground, he touched it nose and felt blood slowly pouring out of it. He had nothing to wipe himself with except his clothes, so before it could go any further he lifted his face towards the sky, and began breathing through his mouth. Blood pouring at the back of his mouth through where he was meant to breath, the taste was strange to him, somewhat familiar. Perhaps because it is his own blood, but it wasn't the blood, but the taste.
As a few minutes passed with him in this position, it finally stopped. Problem solved...
Why does the solution lead him to more dead ends, emptiness. This didn't bring him peace, how could it? He was happy for what he was doing, but now he felt empty again, as anger grew within him. He wanted to destroy something. The annoyance of getting the same output.
He was a confident person before, which now lead him to knowing how much he can do. As he looked toward one of the houses, he reached his hand towards it, before a crack was heard. It wasn't the house that made this sound, but the level he was on. As the house fell down and created a portal towards a dark place, something familiar to him, as it looked like level 999. He jumped down into the void that was underneath.
The chaotic environment embraced him with the corrupted entities gathering to ease his fall, as a sudden comforting feeling washed over him. This feeling was easily deafened by the chaotic thoughts happening within his mind. Once he reached the ground, the wound on level 9 dissappeared as it was replaced by what there was before this all happened. As he was laying in the pile of corrupted entities, he looked up into what seemed like an eye, an eye of truth... But it told him nothing. There was information, meaning behind its stare. But to him it was all just black as his mind continued pursuing the chaos. He knew that asking himself questions would lead to more confusion, but now... It didn't matter. Except what is his purpose?
The place embraced his mind, chaotic and null.
After a few seconds of getting nothing, he felt absolute emptiness only pointless questions left, questions he saw no hope in answering. His mind was already driven into madness, Or was he normal? He had no answers on any of the questions.
He sat up before changing into a position where he could punch the ground, his anger was simply more oil in the fire. As he punched the ground, he yelled to himself "Why does it always end up like this?" His hits only becoming stronger until he was unable to feel his hand. As he looked at it through the corrupted darkness of the void, He was himself bleed once again, but this time. It began to glitch over and over in a chaotic manner. He might have broke his fist, but his thoughts were too loud for him to feel it. His nerve system was packing its bags the moment all of this happened.
His Rage was blinding and the sound of his own thoughts deafening. It made him feel deprived of anything.
It was all chaos, until...
"Heh?" He looked around as he was now in level 9, it was his first time being on this level. Or so he thought. As the pain began to catch up with him, He looked at his hand as the burst forced it back down. That is when he suddenly remembered, did he space out? Did the backrooms pull him out of the abyss to save him?
The facts were pointing toward that conclusion, But if the backrooms spared him, what would happen to a person. He remembered how this feeling devoured him, until he faded away. As he looked at the ground for a bit, keeping his chin high, his face turned into a more serious one, even if he could express softness after the comforting grip of inexistence, He had to make a choice, either to perish in the void, or to continue to test his mentality again and again. "Screw it!" He yelled as he began walking on the street, he had no plans of stopping himself, Because then... He would still exist, just without a choice or a mind. Death is no escape, the only way to fix his life, was to give himself a purpose. He was motivated by death to continue pushing forward. But now, he knew how much damage he can cause, he wasn't sure what the limit was, but he will soon know.
What he did was cause a disturbance in the universe, he harmed the matter which keeps the boundaries of the universe intact. But he didn't know that, he deemed that the void he saw was just a part of the backrooms. Even though there wasn't proof of it, if he was able to go there it meant it was inside the backrooms, or at least the reality. Because if he had free access to the frontrooms from the backrooms it meant it was part of the backrooms?
He didn't invest himself as he realized...
...
'Do not go beyond the boundaries of your mind with questions that will never have a clear answer, Ask yourself questions which you can comprehend, because the only thing found beyond limitations is chaos...'
'And I am chaotic.'
'Yes... I am chaotic.'
'But even chaos needs limitations, just so things don't get out of my own control...'
'Because when your chaos goes out of control... It would lead you to self destruction...'