The Backrooms Decrypted: Barnaby Bun’s Fun Emporium (Enigmatic Level)

The Enigmatic Level of the Backrooms - Barnaby Bun's Fun Emporium. It has a CLASS INTEGRAL survival difficulty rating. It contains IMPORTANT FILES, DIFFERENT REALITIES, and DOCUMENTED PHENOMENA. Barnaby Buns Fun Emporium is a level that looks like an abandoned children's party restaurant from the early 1980s. Although there is little information regarding the restaurant, it is known that the firm behind Barnaby Bun's Fun Emporium went bankrupt less than a year after the restaurant closed in 1990. The presence of this level has spawned a slew of hypotheses about the Backrooms' relationship to the conceptions of Heaven and Hell. The nature of the creature and things discovered that reflect demonic rituals and similar behavior support this theory. 🩸⛓😩🐰

• The Backrooms, you know, is a big place—some say it's almost infinite—with an ever-expanding number of strange and mysterious levels to navigate and survive. It goes without saying that seeing all of the backrooms with a single pair of eyes would be impossible. Consider the Enigmatic Levels. In addition to having stranger and frequently dangerous content than the main levels, the enigmatic levels frequently have more difficult entrances, if you're a fan of the main levels, you'll understand is a lot. Numerous enigmatic levels have already been identified, and all theories suggest that there are still additional ones out there that have yet to be discovered.
• Fortunately, we're not alone; one of the many miserable, tortured souls who inhabit the Backrooms is here to assist us on our journey into liminal perdition. I'm Trish. The sole survivor of a four-person squad who unintentionally got trapped in the backrooms during their second deployment in Afghanistan was Trish, a soldier serving for the US Military. Undoubtedly, war is not a pleasant experience, but even under the most terrifying conditions, the backrooms can provide horror that our own world simply cannot. Trish's military training has given her physical prowess, technical know-how, and access to equipment that the average civilian would not have, but what good will that do against creatures that humans have never before encountered?
• The place where children's dreams and every adult's nightmare come to life is that homey, nostalgic pizza restaurant from the early 1980s, Barnaby Buns Fun Emporium—where they put the fun in funerals and the laughter in slaughter. We can try to find the answers to these questions there today. Tres bien, Trish. We wish you luck in returning home. Trish has been wandering around Level 4, the abandoned office, for hours when our story starts. On some level, Trish is just relieved that she hasn't been pursued by a terrifying, glowering monster today since it has been one of the less hazardous and traumatic levels she has encountered thus far. However, she hasn't had the good fortune to come across any of the settlements on this level that would have allowed her to restock on supplies or recharge her social reserves.
• On this level, there ought to be more than empty bullpens and worn-out plastic office chairs from 1999, she wants to think. She then strikes gold. She comes across an elevator that has an odd logo on the doors: a cartoon of a pink bunny that is grinning and has wide-eyed glares. She doesn't expect to see anything in this nightmare reality, but underneath are the words "Barnaby Buns Fun Emporium" and the tagline "It's Bun for the Whole Family." Trish muses for a moment as to why she is having such a strong sense of deja vu and a fragment of memory about something that feels so incredibly familiar. She wants more information. She presses the button, waits patiently for the door to open, and enters because she feels like she could use any direction out of this godforsaken office.
• The elevator hums as it starts to descend, and she tries to smile as the doors close in front of her. That would be a terrible error, of course. But who are we to judge? Eventually, Trish reaches the bottom, and the elevator doors open, revealing another dimly lit hallway with walls painted in primary hues that are just beginning to fade. As she exits in silence, she silently scans the surroundings, paying close attention to the smaller details. The floor's black and white check pattern, the occasional party streamer lying around, and the antiquated-looking security camera peering down at the open elevator at her. She is curious about the location of the feed from that security camera, but she realizes there is probably no satisfactory solution to this problem.
• The Barnaby Buns Fun Emporium logo is once again visible on the elevator doors as they close behind her. Even though the air smells like stale pizza, sweat, and dirt, it doesn't stop Trish from continuing. She takes the sling off her M4 Carbine Rifle and keeps it ready, hoping she won't need it because she only has a few more magazines and loose rounds in her backpack. To keep the shells from running out too soon, every single bullet must be effective. She still has hazy memories of this place in her sharp, concentrated mind. Turning the corner into the building's main hall, she notices a variety of benches made of multicolored plastic lining the space, each covered in gaudy plates containing half-eaten pizza and snacks.
• Balloons that ought to have popped or wilted long ago are still floating, and there are still streamers and party hats lying around. It's a gimmicky chain of pizza restaurants for kids, similar to Chuck E. Cheese and its countless knockoffs. In the 1980s and the early to mid-1990s, they were more prevalent than cockroaches and probably housed a large number of cockroaches as well. On the walls, the same pink rabbit with a grin—presumably Barnaby—is painted in a variety of bizarre, warped poses that verge on surrealism. On a fundamental, primal level, it gives Trish the creeps. And at that precise moment, she remembers everything. She was five years old in 1989, the final year this location was open.
• Her parents were going through a contentious divorce, fighting over her affection while also struggling to make ends meet. When she was taken to Barnaby Buns Fun Emporium for her sixth birthday party, all the stress and anxiety she had been experiencing culminated. She detested the food and the obnoxious music. The senses were being attacked from all angles. When whatever unfortunate employee was forced to come and sing her a public domain happy birthday song while wearing the mascot suit, she burst into sobbing tears of terror. Consoling her took longer than an hour. Even now, just thinking about that dreadful mascot costume makes her cringe.
• Even the most expensive horror films couldn't match the jankiness that its cheapness gave it. Thank God this horrible place has closed. Trish pauses at that. She makes an effort to recall the reason this place shut down, thinking that there must have been another scandal.