I. The Entry and The InsidiousI remember the first time I saw it, though "saw" is perhaps too honest a word. The Bleedspace doesn't introduce itself; it insinuates. The Department of Dimensional Phenomenon Analysis, the DPAS, called it a "non-physical anomaly zone," but we all knew the truth: it’s a place that exists between thought and decay, and its doors only open to the most broken.My job was simple. Observe. Record. Catalogue. I thought I understood observation. I thought I could keep my mind intact. I was wrong.The first Room was deceptively ordinary. White walls, humming neon lights, a faint antiseptic smell that reminded me of childhood hospital corridors. I was alone. I remember the Mannequins, static and perfect, lined up along the walls. Their plastic eyes reflected my own fear. Nothing happened. Or at least, nothing tangible. The DPAS report spoke of a "patience test." I felt my own mind start to measure against the void, and I understood that patience can shatter into obsession.The Remnants only appeared later. Shadows in familiar shapes, fragments of failed explorers, those who had looked into the void and fainted. They spoke, but without words. They whispered truths too precise, too intimate: how I had lied to myself, the secrets I had buried, the fears I never named. Each revelation caused the floor of my certainty to crumble. No one prepared me for this. Not the files, not the lectures, not the simulations.
II. The Dissolution of SelfBy the third Room, I realized the Bleedspace followed no logic. The walls stretched and contracted. The mirrors reflected faces I didn't recognize, or thought I did—sometimes mine, sometimes someone else's, always wrong. The Doubles started their games. One smiled when I cried. Another lied so convincingly that I doubted whether my memories were my own. I started frantically writing in logbooks, desperate to anchor myself to something real.[LOG FRAGMENT: 03/14 — reality impossible to confirm — voices repeated — same words — is it me?]DPAS documents mention the Redeemed. Mythical. Said to have returned from the Bleedspace, intact. I glimpsed one, briefly. Its presence was a light folding in on itself, a figure of impossible clarity in a fog of doubt. Yet, it never interacted. Never spoke. Just observed. I realized then that observation itself can be a weapon—silence, a scalpel on the mind.By the fifth Room, time was a joke. Clocks ran backward, numbers dissolved mid-tick, and I started remembering events I had never lived. The walls whispered. The Mannequins silently laughed in the corners. Sometimes, they pointed. I couldn't tell if I was walking in circles or if the Room had folded in on itself.
>>41362209>>41362244Ok this is obviously AI, soo...Is this a video game thing? Why bother posting this?
More like the Cringespace
>>41362978he saw r/greentexts and wants to try his hand at creative writing so he can get reposted and become the next backrooms or whatever
>>41363043the bleedspace is the place where I tell my wife to sit when she is on the rag,
III. The Oblivion and The Absolute VoidAfter coming out of that bottomless ocean, I found myself... in the void. It’s hard to describe. No floor, no wall. Total darkness. Everything and nothing. Where am I? Who am I? I don't know anymore. You me me you we them... f*ck... God, for pity's sake, if you exist, get me out of this hell.I miss my family... Wait, do I have a family? What do they look like? My face... what does my face look like? Pity... pity, pity... who am I? Where am I? Am I dead? No, I'm alive... but only my thoughts exist, without any words. Why am I here? Pity... oh holy mother of God, help me... God... it's me... no, I'm in hell... hell, pity, I haven't done anything wrong, get me out of here, I can't take it anymore... who am I?I wonder... how long have I been here? Days, months... years... or just hours? Is time on Earth different? I miss my family... my daughter... she wanted to get married. I hope I can return. If only... my daughter, do you miss your dad? I regret it so much... Why did I agree? Is money really worth more than my mind? My life? Will I still be me... or will I be a Remnant...?
I found words written in blood on a corridor. Your name was written there. Did I pass through here? I don't remember... Yet my hands are damaged... it must be me. Am I crazy? I feel like I'm losing everything. Apart from your name, I don't remember mine... or maybe that is my own name. Hundreds of doors are lined up on an endless corridor. I'm afraid to open them... but I have to find the way out... I can open one, but if I leave and come back, they are closed again. Unless I never opened them... Am I crazy? What's my name... Ah yes, it's written on the wall: Adelaide... weird, I don't remember being a woman.I'm... out... only to find myself back in that empty room... Why am I happy, when I know I'm back at the beginning? I feel like I'm reborn and lost... An experiment, they told me... Filthy DPAS... No one can survive here... I shouldn't have signed... I would have preferred... No, now it's too late for regrets... But I understand better why they promised millions... I have to find a way out of the Bleedspace. They said the Redeemed exist. I must get out. Go back to my old life... Millions! Ahahahaha... I'll need more than a shrink...I arrived in a strange room... It looks like our old house... But everyone in it is strange... At least thanks to this, I remember... Adelaide, my daughter... Me, Arnaud... Mom... Dad... You are all here, but it's not you. I know it... but it still feels good. This space is using me or maybe it's toying with me... the Bleedspace... a true hell. I feel like it feeds on our fears, our memories, good or bad... or even our traumas... What hell! But well, at least I was able to remember. Even if it's not you, even if this house isn't mine, even if this birthday is fake, even if all of this... is just the Bleedspace... I was able to remember.
Now, I have to move forward. Adelaide, Dad is going to get out. I hope you'll be there if I get out. I hope to get those millions to pay for your wedding... Because after this, I'm not sure I'll still be me... maybe just a vegetable on a bed with wires everywhere, in a hospital... or just dead... I don't know. I don't want to know. The only thing that keeps me from going truly insane is talking to myself... like now
IV. Redemption Through InactionI opened a door… and I was… like sucked in. I found myself in a round marble room… it had seven doors in it… each door was whispering a promise to me… it’s strange but I refuse to accept, I don’t want to… it’s so tempting…One door promises me sleep and eternal peace (Sloth), another infinite money and everything I desire (Greed), that one promises me endless women and sex (Lust), this one promises me food and never being hungry again (Gluttony)… and another, infinite strength, battles never lost (Wrath)… and the last one, to be the best at everything (Pride)… It’s so tempting… but I don’t want to. I prefer to sit in the middle and wait.I waited again and again… The whispers grew louder and louder. Over time, they turned into cries… pleading with me… or maybe it's me pleading… I don't know… I'm scared of being tempted… I want to see you again. My hands are bleeding from clenching my fists. My teeth are going to break.How long has it been… I try to count the seconds but I keep getting lost… I’m in pain… I feel like my ears are bleeding… these whispers are unbearable…I’m sleepy… wait… I’m sleepy? Up until now I had no physical needs… food, water, sleep… But now I’m hungry, thirsty… and sleepy…I… I’m… I got out… but I can’t see anything…SUBJECT 4675 HAS AWAKENED.I REPEAT, SUBJECT 4675 HAS AWAKENED.
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