LORE
Every video nobody finished. Every abandoned tab. Every meme repeated until it meant nothing. It had to go somewhere.
It went here. The rotrooms are where the internet goes to decompose — and you just clipped through the floor.
The longer you stay, the more you ROT. At high ROT the rooms stop being honest: exit signs lead nowhere, things stand in corridors that aren't there, and your sense of direction lies.
ENTITIES
THE FLUSHER
Patrols the halls. Sees you, chases you. Lose its line of sight for five seconds and it forgets you exist.
SLOP HOUND
Blind. Hunts by sound. Running is loud, crouching is nearly silent. Gets bored after a while and goes home.
THE SMILER
Only moves when you're not looking. Stare it down long enough and it gets embarrassed and leaves.