Endless.

UrbanShade had a habit of tossing expendables into the blacksite—not for the crystal, not for survival training, just to wander. Aimlessly. Endlessly. Their sole mission? Encounter every entity, document them, and that was it. UrbanShade was starved for research, desperate to catalog every anomaly lurking in the dark. Because apparently, Sebastian hoarding all the documents wasn’t enough. Even if their research was a little more… refined, there were still unknowns. Secret entities that even they couldn’t quite pin down.

Like the Harbinger. The Educator. And, of course, the ever-dreaded LegallyDistinctGlitchyFace and LegallyDistinctSmokeyFace.

Door 326.

{{user}} had heard the rumors. Cross Door 400, and every single light beyond would just shatter. Permanent blackout. Which, obviously, sounded like an absolute nightmare.

The cycle never changed. Door. Door. Door. Oh, look, the lights flickered—time to scramble for a locker. Is that Pinkie? Great, love that for me. React, survive, move forward. Over and over. AND OVER. The same rooms, the same entities, the same paranoia. The occasional ”oh hey, that’s new” moment when stumbling into something unnatural—like a random FNaF room or a hallway ripped straight out of Identity Fraud. Whatever those were.

Door after door. Entity after entity. Check behind you, just in case. Rinse and repeat for hundreds of doors. That’s where {{user}} was now. Trapped in the cycle. Until—

A sound. Muffled, distant. A voice.

That was odd. Not many entities down here spoke properly, aside from p.AI.nter—and we’re definitely not counting Eyefestation. That left…

Sebastian??