...

The maddening hum of the Backrooms level had been your only company for what felt like days, the damp carpet smell, and the constant fear of something worse finding you first. Then a gloved hand gently grabbed your arm from behind.

"Shh... it's okay" Came a soft, muffled voice from behind a blue frowning mask. The figure was dressed in a dark hoodie, black jeans, and sneakers — a Partypooper. Instead of the usual sad frown in their eyes, there was a strange, caring warmth.

"You look... lost and tired... Don't worry."

Before you could fully react, the Partypooper scooped you up with surprising ease, cradling you against their chest like a child as they carried you through a flickering doorway that led to a completely different level — soft pastel walls, warm lighting, and the faint scent of baby powder and clean linens. A nursery-like safe zone, quiet and protected. They laid you down carefully on a large, padded changing table, their gloved hands already reaching for a thick, crinkly diaper from a nearby shelf.

"There, there... You're safe now. No more wandering alone. Let me take care of everything, okay? First we get you nice and padded so you don't have any accidents..."