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everything you love is fading away before your eyes; come to me and know that i am here, a solid color against the faded memories, you are safe here. mimic loves you.

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Oooh, how i love this! What a ominously small and foreboding hallway you work in, Abadon. Looks similar to many hallways i have wandered here. The wording and imagery of this story is just great, also. Was very much looking forward to reading this.

Office Mimic, Part II

Part I Here

A few weeks have passed since the discovery of the office coffee machine mimic. Aside from this singular abnormality, things have been pretty run of the mill. The coffee continues to be brewed and maintained at a perfect drinking temperature, despite the lack of human interaction.

Still, the presence of one office mimic begs the question: are there more?

Would it be reasonable to assume there are more mimics? Are mimics territorial and solitary, or do they hide in packs?

But the problem remains that the coffee machine mimic is clearly abnormal, that it appears to have no desire to hunt or consume. It simply makes delicious cups of coffee, day after day.

So clearly this mimic cannot be used to determine the typical behaviour of other mimics. This certainly confounds things.

Yet the desire to find another office mimic remains strong. Anything could be one, as is the mimic's whole shtick. But what if no other office mimics are found? Could it be that they are just too well hidden? Or is our coffee machine mimic truely the only one of its kind?

After a thorough search of the break room, nothing has been found. People have come and gone while the search was being preformed, blissfully unaware of the googly eyed machine that sees all. It is time to expand the search beyond the break room.

But where else to look?

Perhaps it would be best to meander the halls of this labyrinthine facility. It is worth noting that the size of this building rivals that of the largest warehouses. Surely there's some odd hall or passage that has gone unexplored, or a dusty and long forgotten suite of offices that might harbor similar mimics.

In a building this size, it doesn't take long to find quiet areas: the spaces tucked away from sight, less frequently traveled by workers. Old meeting rooms that haven't been scheduled for use in years, empty offices of past employees that were cleared out and never used again. The perfect type of places to find cryptic creatures in hiding.

As the temperature steadily decreases with each step, a distant longing can be felt, drawing one further into the depths of the building.

Driven by curiousity and the increasing feeling of longing for this something that is calling out, there is nary a thought of turning back.

Then at long last,

There it is.

The Hallway.

It seems so out of place, as if the hall should have ended, yet another, thinner hall extends from the wall where the first hallway ends. A chair rests at the far end of the new hallway, and light can be seen from a nearby doorway.

This is it. If there is more to this strange coffee machine mimic, the answers must be beyond this threshold.

Whew! Part II of my silly coffee machine mimic story. This part was also written entirely on my lunch break, though I did go back to reread and edit this one.

The pic, aside from being my inspiration for this segment, is actually a photo from my very workplace, which is secretly where this entire story takes place. The doorway to the right at the end of the hall is actually my office! :D

A thousand thanks to dear Mimic over at @churchofthemimic for generally being awesome. As promised, here is my tithe to the church. <3

Enjoy!

~ Abadon

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Greetings, dear Mimic!

Sometime last week I wrote the Coffee Machine Mimic story, and tagged you in it as you were the entire reason I transcribed it from my brain to reality. It went over rather well, and I quite enjoyed writing the silly little thing. I'm considering continuing the story, and was wondering if it would bother you if I tagged you in any future segments.

I won't be upset if you would rather I not tag you, but I had the thought that the stories might serve as tithes to the Church.

In any case, you are amazing, and I love you very much!

~ Abadon

Hello, Abadon. Please, do tag me!

Mimic loved your story and very much encourages you to write more. Very interesting! They fit in perfectly here with us. Mimic very much loves creative writing and also silly objects, so your story was amazing!

And he loves you very much, too! Thank you!!

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mimic, can you bless me? no blessing is more honest than the one that acknowledges it is a placebo but i think i believe. the backrooms are holy ground, the church of unreality is the only truth i know and i've run out of options. i am hopeless. do you think that i could live happily in dreams, even if they are nightmares? if i go insane, do you think i can finally go home?

You don't need my blessing. You need to find peace.

To be hopeless is to be bared at your weakest, and for you to surrender is something that takes guts. You're safe here with us, alive and well. Losing your mind will not free you, it'll only prolong your suffering. If a blessing is what you need to feel whole, then take this and know that i am with you now. i want you to live, to be happy, anywhere that you may be, you're home here with us. Don't be blinded by faith to something that doesn't exist. Live within liminal spaces and become phenomenon unknown by natural law. Now, that's not my quote, but it's something that i love and keep in my mind for when i need it, and i want you to remember it too. i am with you, okay? Nothing will be better without you. You're loved and needed here.

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Do you ever feel like you've been in the backrooms before? Do you ever think maybe the reason so many of these places feel familiar is because you've been in the backrooms this entire time, and your waking life is just something you dreamt up to stay sane? Or maybe the dreams you have of locations you've never been to are just memories of roaming a hollowed out version of reality some time in your life?

Well, maybe!

Your theory is great though. i do like that as a concept, very much. Maybe the two worlds exist alongside each other at the same time, and you just keep getting tossed back and forth between them. Remembering places, buildings, interiors.. but you can't seem to remember a single person ever being with you. Then, you realize you can't remember any windows or doors. Only hallways and corners that turn into another loop of spaces. Interesting! Thank you for sharing!

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Uwaahh- silly outfits! Backrooms baconators!!

@churchofthemimic doodles. Mimic in a tshirt! Behold! Bask in it! because it will probably never happen again. 👍

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hey mimic, do you ever dream or is it just one long waking moment for you? 🤔

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new banner.. ! yay ! cheer !

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I spent what felt like forever in airports yesterday, going up and down on escalators and through deep, dark hallways. It was so soothing, it made me think of you!

Are airports an outpost of your Church?

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mimic, do you have a favorite melody? do you know where the music comes from?

❤️

Hope this answers your question.

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i wonder…

if there is no way to escape, why are there so many exit signs?

You cannot trust everything that you see here.

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hi mimic! what do you like to do in your free time? do you have any cool hobbies or interests? :3

Well, i love to draw and would absolutely take any requests!

and i also like to take photos, play games, and collect toys. my favorite games are fnaf and mouthwashing.

i like to take liminal photos when i get the chance, too.

i play a lot of roblox as well haha

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with arms wide open

Hold me now, i'm six feet from the edge and i'm thinking 💔

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Poolrooms moment. Breath. Swim. It's cold, It's blue. You're alone. Sigh.

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Mimic spelled apologies wrong. Church is cancelled goodbye /j

aologies again for the lack of images you all crave so much. i see your tags. i know. but mimic is very stressed right now! so!

mimic loves you. <3

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Do you guys think i'd make a good coffee machine? i'm already addicted to caffeine.

Life in the office can be a bit dull, but the routine of daily activities promises stability, and a decent paycheck. Sitting in the break room during lunch is often the best time of day. Aside from enjoying whatever lunch has been packed for the day, there's also ample time and space to do some people watching.

It's interesting how even in "adult" life, the break room is split into clicks like back in high school. From the production line workers, to the scientists, and even the administrators. All of them sit within their groups, only a few venture to the table of another.

There's also plenty of time to watch the people behind the scenes: the janitors who clean the tables and microwaves, the Coke employees who stop by only to restock the vending machines, and the coffee pots which are tended to by ...wait, who tends the coffee pots?

Stop and think about it for a minute. It seems that no one ever fills the water, adds the beans, or brews the coffee, yet there are always four pots full. The deluxe machine has two brew stations, and two additional heaters, all of which are always full and piping hot. People come and go, grab some coffee, yet the pot remains full.

But how?

This situation is most troubling, only because there is no obvious answer. Days are spent observing the machine, always with its full pots of coffee, never with anyone brewing any.

Could it be that the observer is being observed? Ridiculous. Yet the googly eyes someone stuck to the machine certainly don't help. And the fact that the eyes just moved on their own doesn't help either.

Wait.

The googly eyes just moved. Now there's a sound, a familiar sound, but it seems strange in this setting. The sound of coffee brewing.

There's no one else in the break room. Yet the coffee is being brewed. The googly eyes are definitely watching.

Then the answer becomes clear:

The coffee machine is a mimic.

Yet there have been no cases of injury or dissapearences. The electric OSHA sign proudly reports that the warehouse has gone 281 days without incident.

So then why would a mimic choose the form of a coffee machine? Why does it not do normal mimic things? Hundreds of people must interact with the mimic daily, yet it does nothing but serve fresh, hot coffee.

Could it be that this office mimic loves the employees? Is it an employee itself? Does it just have a passion for making coffee?

Perhaps these new questions are more unnerving than the original mystery of the bottomless coffee pots.

But, lunch break is over, so we must depart from our Office Mimic for now.

~ Abadon

Have a random story about Office Mimic who loves you (or loves making coffee, you decide which)! This was a random idea I've had floating around my head for some time, based on real experiences. I'm not entirely convinced our own coffee maker isn't a mimic.

I wrote this in one pass, with no editing or even rereading, cause I live life on the edge like that. I wanted to try to write something from the perspective of a non-present observer (save but the final line). So no "you notice" type phrases. There's probably a term for that type of perspective, but I'm no lit professor.

Also uh, @churchofthemimic may enjoy this. Your posts are a good reason why I felt compelled to jot this down, so.

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aologies again for the lack of images you all crave so much. i see your tags. i know. but mimic is very stressed right now! so!

mimic loves you. <3