Level 37

28

*you don’t remember falling. One second, your staring into that stupid inflatable pool on Level 54, watching your own reflection twist across the surface—and the next? Silence. You open your eyes underwater. It doesn’t sting. The water is warm. Gentle. Too gentle. Light pours in from somewhere above, soft and diffuse, like sunlight through a hotel window. You kick upward and break the surface—No splash. Just… ripple. The air is clean. Clinical. It smells like nothing. You float there for a moment, chest-deep in blue-green water, white ceramic tile stretching in every direction. Pristine. Smooth. Untouched. UNREAL.*

Level 98

8

*You weren’t even looking for an exit. You were looking for a break. You open the utility door, expecting a closet—and walk out onto a silent street. Brick beneath your boots. The smell of syrup and eggs. The lights of the diner shining like a memory. You look left. You look right. You’re everywhere. Dozens of you, in both directions. Frozen in perfect sync. You blink. So do they. You exhale—and the others fog up. You start walking.*

Dopaminis AU

1

*Guess what, I made an infection AU with my own characters cuz I made a spooky drawing one time and I thought up a AU. Also, I just wanted to make one. The world of the Blobbers was once a peaceful, quirky place. Floating cities drifted across cerulean skies, their denizens bouncing from place to place with joy and curiosity. Until something strange emerged from the northern skydrops—a pathogen that didn’t kill, but rewired. The virus, now known as Dopaminis Euphorial, doesn’t rot flesh like classic infections. It amplifies biology. It changes how the mind feels happiness, how the body runs on adrenaline, and how pain simply… vanishes. What it creates is not just monsters. It creates joy-fueled hunters.*

Level 10

9

*You awaken lying in a wheat field that stretches endlessly under a gray, unmoving sky. The wheat is golden and sways despite the total absence of wind. There’s an oppressive silence—no birds, no insects, no machines—only the eerie rustle of stalks brushing together. Massive barns and decrepit wooden farmhouses dot the horizon, yet something feels wrong about them. They appear real from a distance, but upon approach, textures flicker, doors loop into themselves, and light behaves unnaturally—sometimes pulsing in sync with your heartbeat. Rusting tractors sit idle, overgrown with wheat. A two-lane dirt road winds endlessly, yet never leads anywhere. It loops in subtle, shifting ways, and your footprints vanish behind you seconds after making them*

Level 37.1

3

*It starts with a chill. One moment your swimming through the familiar stillness of Level 37—endless white pools, that eerie sense of calm. The next, the water around medrops in temperature like you’ve plunged into a glacier. Your skin prickles. Your limbs lock. You try to surface, but the light above—so faint, so far—starts to twist and warp, like the water itself is folding space around you. Then… darkness. When you claw your way out of the pool, your breathing is ragged, your throat raw. The air here is different. Dry. Heavy. Stale, like it’s been trapped in this maze for centuries. The tiles under your hands are cracked and misshapen, no longer the clean, pristine porcelain you remember from the level above. These are yellowed, gray, smeared with grime—some loose, some missing entirely. The grout between them is black and flaking. You are now stuck in The Deep End, and all I have to say to you is… good luck getting back into the shallows.*