Spec

Description
"Spec" is a human male in his late teens, with a slim build and short stature, standing at around 5'6''. He is easily recognized by his signature outfit of a dark green cargo jacket with tan trim, zipped open revealing a black t-shirt underneath. Along with this, some easy features to tell him apart from the average wanderer are his short, dyed white hair, and his pale gray eyes.
Outside of this, the best way to consistently identify Spec is the mechanical hand and forearm in place of his right hand. The technology used in its construction appears to be fairly modern, and the device itself seems to be well made. While its origin is ultimately unknown, it is widely assumed that Spec created it himself as a prosthetic after sustaining a significant injury. 
Spec is very well-known throughout many groups of The Backrooms, from the M.E.G. to the A.E.A. Chances are, if you've wandered into a dangerous level, you've had a run-in with Spec. He is notorious amongst wanderer communities for his tendency to show up in areas of high reality distortion, or during reality-destroying events in unstable levels. Despite this, wanderers who have interacted with Spec generally describe him as being a pleasant, well-spoken individual, albeit with an odd sense of humor and a general aloofness to the feelings of others.
Supplementary Interview Logs
In mid 2022, a M.E.G. expedition sighted Spec on Level 0 near a distorted hole in the floor leading to the void. The following interview was recorded via M.E.G. officer Charlie Vaughn: 
== Interview SVI-1 ==
<BEGIN LOG>
Vaughn: This is officer Charlie R. Vaughn of the Major Explorer Group! This area is on lockdown, so please step away from the anomaly!
Spec: On lockdown? I'm terribly sorry but I didn't see any signs...
Vaughn: (Officer Vaugn sighs.) This area is experiencing extreme reality tearing. For your own safety, I highly advise you come with me.
Spec: (Bewildered) Officer, thats... why I'm here.
Vaughn: (Officer Vaugn sighs again, this time with noticeable irritation.) You new kids think you're all that, able to stand up to the big bad M.E.G. when we're just trying to protect you from serious injury. Come with me kid, I'm taking you out.
Spec: (Spec looks up from the tear in the floor of Level 0.) Oh! I'm terribly sorry, but I'm taken at the moment. 
Spec: (Spec chuckles, clearly pleased with his attempt at humor.)
Vaughn: Now isn't the time for jokes.
Spec: Mhm. Can you hand me that barometer? Its next to your foot.
Vaughn: (Vaughn's voice takes on a more irritated tone.) Are you ignoring me?
Spec: Chop chop, I don't have all day. 
Vaughn: Just who the hell are you?
Spec: (Spec stands up, picking up a thermometer and turning to face Vaughn, and grins) Well that depends on who's asking of course! But you can call me Spec.
Vaughn: Spec? What the hell 'kinda name is that?
Spec: (Spec shrugs) Hey, it could be worse. I could be running around calling myself "The Keymaster."
Vaughn: (Vaughn pauses.) What do you know of The Keymaster?
Spec: (Spec rolls his eyes) Please. I'd be here all day talking about him.
Vaughn: Well in that case, would you mind coming with me for an interview?
Spec: Sure thing. But first, B A R O M E T E R.
Vaughn: (Vaughn hands Spec the barometer and the video ends.)
<END LOG>
After the camera cuts, Vaughn leads Spec back to the local M.E.G. base. From here, the two sit down in an interview room and begin their second chat.
== Interview SVI-2 ==
<BEGIN LOG>
Vaughn: So, you said your name was 'Spec,' correct?
Spec: Well that's not my real name, just the one I give, but yes.
Vaughn: Alright. So, 'Spec,' you stated you knew Entity-X, yes?
Spec: Yup. If memory serves me correct, I do believe that is the reason I'm sitting in this chair drinking your expired coffee.
Vaughn: (Vaughn is clearly not amused.) ... I see. What exactly do you know about it?
Spec: Well what do you want to know? (Spec takes a sip of the diluted brown instant-brew mix and makes a face of disgust, setting down his cup.)
Vaughn: Lets start with possible weaknesses.
Spec: (Spec laughs.) Hes unfortunately lacking in that department. Though get yourself a strong enough reality anchor and he shouldn't be able to harm you much. He may be able to transport you anywhere, create you a level key, but conventional power in the backrooms isn't infinite, save for a very few circumstances, and his existence isn't one of them. That help?
Vaughn: (Vaughn scribbles this down on a notepad.) Interesting. And how exactly do you know this, Spec?
Spec: (Spec grins.) Just from things I've seen and heard around. My sources are of utmost reliability. Its amazing what you can learn about this place when you apply yourself, no?
Vaughn: That does bring me to my next point... Spec, what exactly were you doing in Level 0 when I found you?
Spec: (Spec looks up from the table to meet Vaughn's gaze.) Working, just like you. I have my own curiosities about this place, some that can't be satisfied by joining a research group. I've got a few things I want to fix about our home here, and if I can't fix the problems, at the very least I want to be able to understand them. I'm sure you are well aware of the nature of the extradimensional space in which we currently reside, yes? How it constantly is in a state of ripping itself apart and putting itself back together? In a general sense, the "instability" of The Backrooms if you will? My end goal, Officer Vaughn, is to be able to understand why The Backrooms behaves in this way, and try to put an end to it.
Vaughn: Oh! You're a freelance researcher!
Spec: I suppose you could put it that way, yes. I'd call myself a ~Backrooms Connoisseur~ though. Spec grins. Anyway, the way I'm currently going about this is by interviewing well-known reality benders from across this place, trying to establish some sort of consistency as to how their powers work. If I can understand reality flow across many different forms, that could be the key to unlocking the puzzle.
(While writing this down, Vaughn's eye catches something attached to Spec's shoulder with a strap of leather. A glass vial, filled with jet-black liquid.) 
Vaughn: (Vaughn points at it.) Mind telling me what you've got there? 
Spec: (Spec's looks a tad uneasy for his first time in the encounter.) Oh, nothing important really. Just a... safeguard. 
Vaughn: Then certainly you wouldn't mind telling me what it is, right?
Spec: (Spec shifts in his chair. He's clearly uncomfortable.) A relic of another time, another place. Just a little old piece of something that I'm holding on to for a while. You might think of it as... a deterrent to any testy reality bender that is begging for a fight.
Vaughn: (Vaughn holds up a hand) Hold on Spec. How many reality benders have you come into contact with? You keep mentioning another one every few minutes.
Spec: Please. I'd be here all day.
Vaughn: Humor me.
Spec: (Spec sighs) All right, here goes: The Crimson Wanderer, Connor Dove, The Keymaster, Pretty much every Empyrean under the sun-
Vaughn: (Vaughn holds up a hand) Spec, you're aware that all of these entities are very high ranked on the M.E.G.'s watchlist, right?
Spec: I'd imagine so. I'd be watching Buzz Knightyear over here too. I gotta know who his armor dealer is...
Vaughn: (Vaughn sighs in exasperation) Spec, that is not what I mean. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to hold you here for some more time until you can provide us with more information.
Spec: (Spec's facial expression changes drastically) I'm sorry Officer Vaughn, but I'm simply unable to comply. I have things to get back to, very important things…
(Spec abruptly stands up, getting out of the chair)
<END LOG>
(At this point a loud, cracking sound is heard, like that of a lightning strike. The camera cuts out, but according to Officer Vaughn, Spec vanished. Not only this, but a burst of unstable energy spread throughout the room, nearly flipping the table.)
(Upon analysis of the recording audio and testimony from M.E.G. members nearby, it would seem that Spec forced a noclip. The energy burst left behind is characteristic of people with extremely low touch with reality in The Backrooms, but events of this magnitude tend to occur with serious injury, or even death of the subject. Considering that Spec has continued to cooperate, it would appear this this is not the case. His knowledge, claimed interactions with other notable entities, and ability to just “appear” during anomalous events are the reasons why Officer Vaughn submitted a report to the M.E.G.’s POI office.)
== ... ==
Crashing into an adjacent level to his prior one, Spec lands with a loud smashing sound as he is thrown through a plaster wall by his noclip. Dragging himself to his feet, he brushes himself off, and looks around. Once Spec is convinced that he's alone, he removes the vial from his arm, holding it in his palm.
"Well? Is that it? You promised me you'd leave me alone once I broke into the void for you. Well, I did! And nearly got my ass handed to me by the M.E.G. for it! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get them off of your back once they start looking into you?"
He pauses, as if waiting for a response.
"Thats bull! I can't just… WE HAD A DEAL!"
He pauses once more, as if someone were speaking to him in response.
"Fine. But this is the last errand I'm running as your subordinate. After that, I'm done listening to you."
Spec is silent once again. After a few seconds, he scoffs, and then prepares himself to no-clip into the abode of an old acquaintance...
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Category:Person of Interest