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Wait, I could have sworn there was a page here just a week or so ago.
Pretty sure I saw it myself in the Recent Changes, though I never bothered to read it.
Strange, I'll check with Aron on it.

Said he didn't remember any specifics, weird. Might have just been a coldpost that was deleted.
Still, better safe than sorry in this hell. I'll just check the page history to be completely sure.

I was right, there's some past versions in the database. I'll try and load one up…

> load entity-118

Loading page entity-118.md…
Two versions found. Current version is 'Version 2'. Would you like to view this document?

> view 1

IETS

Entity Number: Wait, are we supposed to pick this?

Habitat: Any? I don't really know.

I don't know if the entity template was the correct choice, but regardless, I need to get this information out quickly. There seems to be an "infection" of sorts spreading throughout the Backrooms. It's pretty rare, but I've started to see it on a plethora of different levels and I'm getting worried. I have no clue why no one has written anything about this—surely someone's noticed? There'll be these big roots—dark, twisted, and usually purplish in color—poking out of the ceiling and walls. They're absolutely overgrown with large autumn-colored leaves, which litter the floor around the roots as well. Don't touch the leaves. I've lost several friends already when they grew around our little camp in that one brick-and-bar level.

The roots grow incredibly quickly—surrounded us in probably just a few hours. When you touch the leaves, they start to irritate your skin, and you'll eventually feel horrible inside. It hurts so much. I think touching the roots themselves might speed it up even faster than the leaves. Evan grabbed a knife just a few minutes after exposure and tried stabbing himself, my guess would be to end the pain. He bled fucking leaves when he did so. Leaves.

I don't know what happened with the bodies. I don't want to know. Stay away from them, stay away from me.

Biology? I don't know…
It's wood, I guess? With leaves? Though I don't even know if it's actually that or some other material, maybe flesh? Would that be possible, even? I have heard of similar things here, but never flesh disguising as a plant specifically.

I don't know the specifics. Jessie, Evan, and Hoyt said that some random, old, crazy guy they ran into had warned them of it, but they never saw him again. After that, we had been seeing patches of the stuff every once in a while, but then, without warning it had grown overnight to block off the whole camp. I don't remember how I escaped, maybe an open gap in the roots. I should have died with my friends. I think I am dying—I feel like my insides are shriveling up.
How has no one else said anything about this? I shouldn't be the one to write about this kind of entity—I'm just a lowly wanderer trying to survive, not an explorer or archivist or something.

Do:

• Avoid it at all costs.
• Maybe try fire? Or a chainsaw? Get rid of it.

Don't:

• Touch the leaves.
• I'd assume it can travel through people too, so go near affected individuals.

…
Oh.
Oh god.
This… needs to be released. No information should be deleted like this, assuming it's serious. Maybe I could rewrite it? Wish the author included a little more information.

Holy shit, it's real. I saw a patch in Level 230, back in an alleyway. Just as the deleted article described. Twisting purple-grey roots covered in autumn leaves, similar in shape to those of maple trees but much larger. The ground was also covered in them, piled around loosely, fluttering around in the wind. Whole thing almost looked like a bizarre Halloween decoration; close to a stereotypical "haunted tree" or something, just different somehow, in a way I can't quite put my finger on. Perhaps it's more overgrown than normal trees?

Tried showing it to another person, said there was a possible entity a few blocks away that I needed them to check out. When I got back to the alleyway with them, the whole thing was gone save for a few decaying leaves. Kind of lucky I barely knew them and didn't explain it too well, they were pretty pissed. What the hell is this stuff?

Report wasn't kidding when it said it was growing everywhere—I've seen it in all sorts of different places. This stuff spreads fast, but I still haven't heard anyone else say a thing about it, hell if I know why.

Damn it, I'm gonna try to exterminate this shit. Bringing some cheap Firesalt and a knife if that doesn't work, along with thick, protective clothing.

Do not try to get rid of this shit, or you will die.

The leaves burned up quickly from the Firesalt, but not only was the root entirely intact, it regrew the leaves in less than a minute. Hacking at it with the knife was the stupidest decision I have ever made in my now-ending life. It released something like a mix of must, ghoulish-looking crumbled leaves, and what I think were spores, got in between the gaps in my clothing. Now it's just like the page described: my skin is drying out and flaking, and oh Christ does it hurt internally, feels like my guts are withering. Typing this—even getting the energy and willpower to type it—is excruciating. I've been like this for days—even tried stabbing myself to end it. It didn't work, even though I'm pretty sure I heard organs crunching. Do organs crunch?

I'm getting away from everyone—do not try to find me, or you will die. However, I'm still not sure how other people have missed this. It's all over the place now, surrounding me everywhere I go.

I think I get it now.

No one will ever see this—my last connection to other people as I slowly die here in agony. I'm fading away into the shadows, just as so many do in this place. At least my action now will help others. That's the only solace I can get from this mess. Some things are best left unknown.

Time to save some sod's life with my last act. At least it's gonna be a fucking good one.

> delete page

You are about to permanently delete the page entity-118.md. Are you sure?

> y

Deleting page…
Page entity-118.md has been deleted.

Spookily written by EpicNecromancer1 (Author page!). Image spookily is my own (CC BY), including a spookily edited CC BY 2.0 photo (Empty Bazaar by Kamshots).
"Spookily", however, is my word now and is instead All Rights Reserved. Cry about it.

Also a huge thanks to Sariastuff and Natedagreat563 for crit and SPaG.