The Whisper

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* Suggestions of suicide ideation and suicidal attempts.
* Graphic descriptions of suicides.
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After everything I have been through.Loneliness... Hunger... Fear... And despair.This is how it all ends.
This is not what I had in mind butit's not like I have any more fight in me.
I want to go home!I don't what to die here!How is any of this f*cken fair!!
Catherine... daddy is sorry.I won't be coming home.
I just want my wife and four boysto know that I love them, and I did not leave them.I just was not clever enough to get out of here.
At least I found my sister.Well... I found what was left of her.
Out of everyone in my original friend group,my death was the least gruesome andI went out on my own terms.
Had no regrets until I entered The Backrooms.
They are surrounding me.They are here to ferry me to the otherside.Oh God! I am not ready yet...
Mommy...? Daddy...? I am not afraid anymore.
We left Mickey to die in Level 6.It was my idea.I am sorry.
God bless the lucky bastard thatactually escaped this hellhole...
Let's get this over with.I have seen enough of this place.
I held my hamster while she laid dying.I wish someone was here to hold me.
Cut the cord sweetheart...I am ready for this to be over.I will see my brother on the other side.
P.S. I love you.When you disappeared, I never gave up on finding you. Years went by and your case went cold. Every night, I would cry myself to sleep thinking of you and hoping you were okay before giving into grief and despair. I would dream uneasy dreams of the day you would come running back into my arms before waking to reality and you being gone.Did you run away?Did someone take you?Apart of me knew you were still alive somewhere.I never could have imagined that you would be lost here.A mysterious caller told me that you were here. I did not believe it at first. I thought this place was just a silly little forum you and your friends were apart of to express your creativity and hang out online. I would do anything to cradle you in my arms again. I did everything I could to get here, but I was not prepared for the horrors that lurked here. If this is where you are, I fear this will be our final resting place. The only thing I regret is not finding you, so you would not be alone here. Mommy is sorry. Mommy is so... so... sorry. I do not know if I can find you here... but I have not given up on trying.If I did not make this clear, I love you.Mommy loves you... wherever you are.The identity of the mother who wrote this has not been confirmed. This message was found carved into a tree which held thousands of hanging dolls called effigies by Les Trois Destins. One of Destins named Clotho supposedly claimed that one of the effigies was the mother in question but refused to confirm which 'doll' was her, so her identity could potentially be confirmed.
"People who have never gone to The Backrooms thinks it is just some grand adventure. That's not what it has been for me; it is falling into a state of grayness and numbness."April C. Applefield(Come in...)
The Whisper is a secret location within the Backrooms with the potential to cause suicidal ideation, or 'takes' in people who are suicide prone or is suicidal.It cannot be confirmed how this reality encourages acts of suicide. It cannot be confirmed how this reality seeks and selects the suicidal.There are claims that Les Trois Destins are not responsible for the coming and going of victims. It is believed that they simply spin, draw, and cut the cord when victims die.
== Description ==
The Whisper is an empty, ethereal boreal, temperate forest consisting of petrified trees, dead ferns, bushes, and brush, stagnant bogs, still lakes and silent rivers. The square acreage of this foreboding forest is unknown. Those who have ventured out to find this reality's edge are assumed forsaken as they have never returned. A sapphire mist constantly stirs, swirls and surrounds Wanderers. The frigid and bitter wind whistles between dry grass and bites at ossified bark, making the teeth click together in apprehension and sending an uneased chill down the spine.The Whisper is devoid of any wildlife. The occasional foggy silhouette of a wayward wanderer or skittish entity has been spotted vanishing into the haze. There are no tangible threats to speak of... And yet... The scenic view of this quiescent forest implants a false sense of safety and security for those unfortunate enough to end up here.Look closer.Abandoned Persian and Egyptian Blue homes have been found deep within the forest of The Whisper. It is not recommended to go in these darken and vacant homes. It is not known what happens to wanderers who dare go inside these ominous residencies. These residencies seem to silently swallow victims. No lights or visage has ever graced a door or a window. Shrieks or bellows of despair never once escape those barren halls.What is that you see?There are signs of an idiosyncratic struggle. Laying on the floors are broken shells that were once bodies. Fresh gore can be found pooling on the floors, speckled on the ceiling, and splattered on walls. The putrid stench of decomposition is spirted away by the unforgiving winds.Who is that on the ground?The rotting corpses of humans can be found littering the forest floor of The Whisper - even entities can be seen dead and decaying in mass numbers. Unsettled, you fall back onto something that is firm, bloated and mushy. The odor is unbearable. Your backside and hands are soiled and coated in bile and blood. You look back on what... No... Onto whom you fell on. You vomit in your mouth and quickly stand up recognizing the face of the partially decomposed victim.You know their face...Your mind has reached a crossroad.Your mind is struggling to process what your eyes are witnessing.You can either embrace the realization that someone you held dear found their way into The Backrooms and perished here.You can embrace that your mind conjured up a hallucination of someone you held dear finding their way into The Backrooms and perished here.You can also embrace that you are (still somehow) 'sane' and this is a 'harmless' case of mistaken identification.Whatever conclusion you come too will not ease your mind.You are stumbling aimlessly over rotting foliage and/or deteriorating carcasses. The scent of degeneracy is clinging to your nose hairs giving you intense vertigo. You double over to finally empty your gut properly. Your mind jolts between slimy and viscera-stained vegetation, swollen frames and forms, and moist skeletons. You look up to let the mist kiss your ghastly face. You are not rewarded. The blood drains from your face as your eye rest upon the hundreds of dandling bodies.How did you not see these before?You numbly reached out to touch the foot of one and recoiled in dismay and horror. Your mind is sent reeling. You realize this is not a body at all, but a doll made of porcelain. What drove you back was catching a glimpse of a man eating his shotgun and the top part of his head going everywhere. You also noticed this doll favored the man you saw in that vision and even had that fatal wound he inflicted on himself.You are running blindly. You trip over branches and bodies. You are not sure if the moisture on your face is from your tears or the heavy mist. Your heart is in frenzy. Everything is spinning. Your mind is slowly filling with visions of random and graphic suicides.You hear a sharp, stretch of tensile.You hear a calculated snip.You stop to projectile vomit. You know you saw from your periphery a teenage girl mercilessly digging a pair of scissors into her neck. Her blood sprayed onto nearby a tree filled with mangled dolls. She collapsed onto the ground to join the others.You dart forward in a nauseated panic. You saw her doll drop to hang from a nearby tree - vicious, self-inflicted neck wound and all. You do not allow this to stop your advance. Visions in your head are now joined by haunting whispers. You gasp for air. You are on the verge of dry heaving. You hear the last words of the decreased.Some of them are cursing The Backrooms.Some of them are confessing their past transgressions and sins.Some of them are apologizing to their loved ones for not making it back to The Frontrooms.Some of them are speaking to three beings many are insisting is 'Fate'.Some of them are reliving their regrets.Some of them are either accepting or embracing death.Some of them are encouraging you to join them.Some of them are blaming you for their fate.Some of them are telling you there is only one means of escape from this Hell and that you are avoiding the inevitable.You have been avoiding the inevitable the moment you came here.You hear a sharp, stretch of tensile.Your time, , has come.
=== Survivor's Summary ===
Survivors of The Whisper recalled the ground floor of those somber woods choked by corpses. There were hundreds of porcelains dolls that favored victims found dangling from trees like broken wooden chimes. Survivors insist time does not exist in The Whisper, so the rate of mental deterioration is unknown. Survivors reported running aimlessly through the forest until exhaustion and despair overtook them. Survivors recalled being plagued by hallucinations of suicides of past victims of The Whisper, people they held dear, and themselves. These visions were accommodated by whispers consisting of the last words of victims before it devolved into voices beckoning them to kill themselves. (The 'Last Words' of some victims have been immortalize by being carved into the tree their 'doll' can be in found. It cannot be confirmed why.) These voices somehow weaponized the target's regrets, faults, failures, transgressions, and the strong possibility that escape from The Backrooms is impossible. Survivors recalled being trapped before consumed by an 'Obscurité' that consist of...Horrifying nightmares or dangerous insomnia.Crippling depression.Debilitating hopelessness and despair.Existential dread.Overwhelming anxiety and regrets.Deafening paranoid, persecution, shame, and guilt.The fear The Backrooms would 'take' their loved ones or make them kill their loved one if they ever manage to escape.Burdening the mind with the thought that were was no escaping The Backrooms and death is the only option.Survivors also claimed they witnessed actual suicides taking place in The Whisper which contributed to survivors' guilt and enduring PTSD. Survivors lamented that an identical doll of the victim would appear in a nearby tree, self-inflicted wounds included. (It is possible these suicides and 'dolls' were hallucinations, but that cannot be confirmed.) No one knows what causes these visual and auditory hallucinations, but many believes the Destins have something to do with it. Survivors claim they have heard the following when the Destins were coming to collect.If you are seeing this reality, we can see you.If you can hear the cord tightening, we are close and can hear you.If you are speaking your last, we will answer with our shears.
== Entities of Interest: Les Trois Destins ==
Les Trois Destins (a.k.a. The Three Fates or Moirai) have been seen by a few survivors hovering over them in a circular formation. Survivors recalled they were hooded, massive beings that many believed were either wayward Natives from Level -777 or Malveillant, but they were all female. The Destin identified as Clotho was described as blind and holding a massive spool of blood colored thread. Thread from this massive spool is unraveled and collected by Lachesis (with the assistance of Clotho). Lachesis is described as deaf and will stretch the collected thread tight before Atropos. Atropos is described as mute and will cut the thread causing the death of an explorer in The Whisper (but rumors suggest this is done for everyone forsaken in The Backrooms). Survivors recalled these ominous beings looked down upon them in silence (and for what seemed like forever for most people) before engaging them (brieftly) telepathically. Survivors recounted that these foreboding entities spoke to them saying:Your will is strong. Your desire for life has not yet diminished. It is not your time yet.If this is said to you, you will be sent back to Level 0.The little that is known about these beings was gathered by classified questionable and reliable sources.
== Colonies and Outposts ==
Colonies and outposts cannot be established here and attempts to establish settlements here have been discouraged. The Whisper has been deemed a spatially anomalous graveyard.
== Entrances and Exits ==
=== Entrances ===
Explorers experiencing severe, mental deterioration resulting in an increased risk of suicide ideation or suicidal attempts have a 40% chance of being sent here.(You can be dragged back to this place as many times as your mind breaks.)
=== Exits ===
The only confirmed exit is you being of 'strong will' and being sent back to Level 0 by the Destins.(However... Your risk of being sent back to The Whisper increases by 80%.)
Effigy EndingDying in The Whisper usually results in your soul being bound to an effigy by unknown means and your final words being carved into a tree or carried as whispers in the wind.
Stranding EndingDying in The Whisper has a small chance of your soul ending up in Level -899.
{Click here to manipulate the audio}Final Words - Female #1
Final Words - Male #1
Final Words - Female #2
Final Words - Female #3
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Category:Class 5
Category:The Behavioral Suite