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Clark x Entity reader
Rambles
I struggled a lot with trying to decide what kinda entity reader would be. I had a lot of ideas, but settled on this one. I’d like to explore other entity ideas if you guys are interested, or if yall have any ideas of your own. I wanna see Bobby get nailed by an entity too.
Spoilers to the backrooms movie.
Now, this would take place some point after Bobby and Kat have died, but before Mary enters the backrooms. Let's say time passes weirdly back there, so it feels much longer there, than the outside.
I like to think Clark has no idea you exist at first. He's too busy trying to just survive in the backrooms, but also dealing with captain Clark, his Still Life. But as he starts to settle in, Clark will notice how the backrooms seem to be... changing.
They're always changing, but this is different. It's like its bending and warping just for him. Suddenly he’ll find his favorite meal, his beloved sofa that he hasn’t seen since the divorce, his old architecture books from his college days, so on and so forth.
He swears he can hear the walls breathing, or the carpet moving under his feet. There is sometimes a rumbling, something that sounds like an old washing machine in another room, but it feels more like purring.
At this point, Clark is so far out few things surprise him. Or maybe he’s just so worn out that he doesn’t have the energy to freak out. So, when the carpet starts gripping at his ankles, or the walls reach out and touch him, well, what can a man do?
Theres a reason Async never finds him, no matter how much they look. It's as if the very backrooms itself, the walls, the floor, the air, denies them access to Clark.
It's almost as if very space becomes hostile towards Async and it’s researchers.in the past the researchers could leave things behind or wander around, but now they find themselves getting lost, seeing things that aren’t there, or dying in strange ways. Like a wall suddenly collapsing, or clipping through the floor and being sliced in half, or someone choking on cloth suddenly spawned in their throat.
As this is happening, Clark is just lead deeper and deeper into this place, and the further he goes, the stranger it becomes. Before, the walls and floor around him made some kind of sense, but it all becomes a strange melting pot of half-forgotten memories repeated over and over again until it makes no sense.
Any normal person would have lost their mind, gone insane, or something, but whatever is coaxing him deeper is holding his mind together, somewhat anyways.
At some point Clark comes to expect the walls being so alive, it’s normal to see the walls rise and fall like lungs, or to feel the carpet grow long fibers so they can coil around his ankles.
Clark will always find what he needs, when he needs it. Sometimes it can be found in uncomfortable and weird places, but if he asks, the backrooms, you, answer.
It's impossible to tell if you’re an extremely powerful entity, or if you’re the backrooms itself, but Clark doesn’t care to question it. Poor Async are falling over themselves trying to find rhyme or reason in it all though.
I like to think Captain Clark is given attention too. He's not technically Clark, but he’s some part of him, a memory of sorts, meaning the walls and reality itself seems to twist and bend for the Still Life.
I don’t think this would end like the movie, Mary might arrive, and she might find Clark, but Clark wouldn’t die to Captain Clark. If the Still Live even tried to kill Clark, the humans would get to see something the human mind won’t be able to comprehend.
Mary may start crying blood and throwing up at whatever appears, twisting, turning, ripping and repairing at the same time, never one form, always changing, constantly and forever. But Clark, who’s been drenching in the power of whatever you are, can only look upon you with wonder.
Clark feels... loved, embraced. As one, two, four, ten, a hundred, a thousand, back to two, or more? Or less? Arms wrap around him, as skin that feels like fabric bellowing in the wind presses against his forehead.
Sleep, it says, in his mind, or out loud, or both. And Clark who’s been relying on you, whatever you are, for weeks, months, years, centuries? Can do nothing but listen.
Here with you he can be himself, he can do what he always wanted to do, nobody to judge him, nobody to stop him, only you, who seems to chitter, pulse and purr at the architecture under his skin.
And maybe Clark stops being human, maybe he did a long time ago when he accepted your attention, your call, the threads you dig under his skin and flush out what made him weak and mortal. But does it matter?
There's never really a thought of going back, why would there be? Clark likes it here, with you, you two could create a reality of your own here if you wanted, but for now Clark likes to bask in your being and presence.
Perhaps you are nice enough to drag the seizing and choking Mary back to where she might be found by Async, not that she’d ever be able to speak or think again, but they can at least bury her, or study her and then burn her. You do not possess the ability to care about anyone but your Clark.
I would like to write about Clark and his entity getting down and dirty, but I’ll save that for another post.
