#topic:yellowdoor

[themuppetarchives]

Statement of Jonathan Sims, The Archivist, regarding recent occurences surrounding the phenomenon of "The Yellow Door". Transcribed by subject 12 June, 2024. Statement begins:

The door first appeared on 10 June, 2024, while Two was infected by the so-called "soul virus". A mysterious entity approached Two with offers of a cure, instructing them to travel to the astral plane and "look for the yellow door".

Since, there have been multiple sightings of the door by various parties, including an attempted investigation [See CID:5914 and CID:5701].

Perhaps most curious of all is gonzobatman's claim that, while he was "making up" everything about his soul virus (I had suspected this), he himself has begun dreaming of the door himself.

This leads me to several theories:

First, that the door itself is, as I and @muppet-blackwood originally suspected, a manifestation of the entity known as The Distortion [See index:entities] and,

Second, that the Distortion is manifesting as a shared madness spread amongst everyone who comes into contact with it. I believe this explains the soul virus as well, and I can draw several conclusions from how the virus manifested in Two. The Distortion feeds upon madness and unreality, two elements that are prominent across the muppetverse, and concentrate around The Muppet Joker himself. I do not believe he is the source of this madness, perse, but he does seem to concentrate, attract, and redistribute it. The influence of The Distortion has found a foothold in the minds of those involving themselves deeply within the brotherhood (both positively and antagonistically). This caused Two to react to the presentation of a spiritual infection as if it was reality, they themselves creating how the symptoms manifested within them influened by their own fears and the fears inheirted from The Muppet Joker (ie horses).

When 57 engaged in their research of the Yellow Door, they reported that what came through it was...a plushie horse. This is not a known shape to this entity, however it follows given the mind of 57 themselves - once again, projecting both puppets and horses as the chosen psychopomps to appear through.

Both Five and 57 have expressed the theory of belief as the medium through which these fears are manifesting. I do not necessarily disagree, but would propose a reframing of his perspective. Belief is indeed powerful, and it is in fact a fundamental philosophy of my own that belief is the foundational material of our shared realities (perhaps I will make a seperate post about this theology at some point, if there is interest). I would further define the idea of belief into more specific categories, such as Fear and Hope - both powerful forces in their own right. In this case, it is fear that is the driving power influencing how various entities are manifesting on this plane.

I would imagine, should someone outside of the Brotherhood (such as one of my fellow researchers, or one of the "enemies" of The Muppet Joker such as Mis, Denise, or Gonzobatman) were to approach the door, it would present itself not as a horse, but as something otherwise representative of their own driving fears. To what end? Perhaps none. It is not out of the realm of possibility that The Distortion has appeared for the sole reason of sowing chaos and discord. It may simply be bored and playing a game with us. I would encourage everyone interested to - and I understand the irony of this statement coming from myself - not overthink this. The more you doubt your own mind, the stronger the hold of this entity becomes. This is not a being of logic or sense, do not try to ascribe it any. Paradoxically, the more you try to understand it and make sense of it, the deeper into the spiral you're pulled.

I will continue to observe. Regardless of the reasoning, its appearance and sudden prominence is...troubling.

[STATEMENT ENDS.]

[themuppetarchives]

12 June, 2024

I have returned.

my findings are below the cut, due to the wall of text.

I was correct in my assumptions about the astral plane. I was able to don the following:

the belt of truth buckled around my waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place ( ephesians 6:14 ), with my feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace ( ephesians 6:15 ), the shield of faith ( ephesians 6:16 ), and the helmet of salvation and the sword of the spirit ( ephesians 6:17 ).

I could not see myself, for there are no mirrors within the astral plane. at best, I could only see my arms, my torso, and my legs. I felt a strange weight betwixt my shoulder-blades, and found I had wings with which to carry myself.

and... so I did. with feathery, silvery wings, I flew toward the door on the horizon.

like I promised @themuppetarchives, I did not dare touch it. I stayed twenty feet away from it at all times.

I... admit to feeling... pulled toward it. there was a weight within my chest, heavy like an iron ball attached to a chain that was being tugged by the door itself. it was a compulsion to step closer. to understand. to know.

but I was then reminded of those words of caution I asked for. so I did not move closer.

from what I can recall, the door looked like this:

I recall seeing swirls of color around the door. or was it underneath the gap of the bottom of the door? I cannot remember. I just know there were colors. so many, in fact, that some of them must not have been on the spectrum humans can see.

the door itself appeared to be made of... wood? the texture kept changing. the only constant was a swirl pattern, but that kept moving about as well. it was incredibly disorienting. I had to look away a few times.

the handle was, indeed, dark in color. a dark brass. that was the only true constant.

it was then that the door opened, just a crack.

I took several steps back, readying myself with the sword of the spirit in the event I was to enter combat with... whatever came out.

what emerged was beyond my wildest expectations.

a toy horse. small, plush, and made of felt.

it looked like this:

I... I think I heard it neigh at me.

or whatever constitutes as a neigh from the mouth of a felted horse toy.

as quickly as it appeared, however, it vanished behind the door as it closed back up. I think... I think it wanted me to follow it.

but given recent events surrounding horses, I knew better.

so I made my escape away from the door.

and then I woke up.

I don't. I don't know what to make of this. I can tell you, though, the door is indeed dangerous. I sensed evil behind it. the scent of sulfur filled my nostrils with every breath I took.

so.

I implore you.

do not open the door.

[themuppetarchives]

Have you seen beyond the door :)

Wouldnt a archivist like you want to know beyond ? Spectral kush can only provide so much knowledge and push you forward.

A peak cant hurt ... come on .. just a peak

I am quite familiar with those hallways, thank you, and have no desire to return to them again.

While I am curious as to when it desires, I also know that questioning the motivations of a being which exists entirely outside of logic and predictability is a fool's task.

If the door is a pure, true manifestion of The Distortion, it is here for its own unknowable ends. If the door has an Avatar behind it - something with a name, an identity, then...that is a different matter.

Further observation is required, but I would once again warn anyone curious against engaging until more is known.

I will Keep Watching 👁️

[themuppetarchives]

I am not some sort of bouncer, at your beck and call to deal with your problems when you can't be bothered.

I'm busy, if you haven't noticed. Ugh- anyways.

13 June, 2024

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[themuppetarchives]

I believe @muppetjokernumberthreefan has been taken by the door.

@muppetjokernumberthreefan here. im scared. could you elaborate a bit on your knowledge of the astral plane & the yellow door. i want to know what im getting myself into before i check it out.

@muppetjokernumberthreefan

Please refer to my statement on the matter. Let me know if you have additional questions.

[themuppetarchives]

12 June, 2024

Archivist note: I have indeed learned a lot. And yet, I am left with more questions. I must...think on this more.

Statement Ends.

I have returned.

my findings are below the cut, due to the wall of text.

I was correct in my assumptions about the astral plane. I was able to don the following:

the belt of truth buckled around my waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place ( ephesians 6:14 ), with my feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace ( ephesians 6:15 ), the shield of faith ( ephesians 6:16 ), and the helmet of salvation and the sword of the spirit ( ephesians 6:17 ).

I could not see myself, for there are no mirrors within the astral plane. at best, I could only see my arms, my torso, and my legs. I felt a strange weight betwixt my shoulder-blades, and found I had wings with which to carry myself.

and... so I did. with feathery, silvery wings, I flew toward the door on the horizon.

like I promised @themuppetarchives, I did not dare touch it. I stayed twenty feet away from it at all times.

I... admit to feeling... pulled toward it. there was a weight within my chest, heavy like an iron ball attached to a chain that was being tugged by the door itself. it was a compulsion to step closer. to understand. to know.

but I was then reminded of those words of caution I asked for. so I did not move closer.

from what I can recall, the door looked like this:

I recall seeing swirls of color around the door. or was it underneath the gap of the bottom of the door? I cannot remember. I just know there were colors. so many, in fact, that some of them must not have been on the spectrum humans can see.

the door itself appeared to be made of... wood? the texture kept changing. the only constant was a swirl pattern, but that kept moving about as well. it was incredibly disorienting. I had to look away a few times.

the handle was, indeed, dark in color. a dark brass. that was the only true constant.

it was then that the door opened, just a crack.

I took several steps back, readying myself with the sword of the spirit in the event I was to enter combat with... whatever came out.

what emerged was beyond my wildest expectations.

a toy horse. small, plush, and made of felt.

it looked like this:

I... I think I heard it neigh at me.

or whatever constitutes as a neigh from the mouth of a felted horse toy.

as quickly as it appeared, however, it vanished behind the door as it closed back up. I think... I think it wanted me to follow it.

but given recent events surrounding horses, I knew better.

so I made my escape away from the door.

and then I woke up.

I don't. I don't know what to make of this. I can tell you, though, the door is indeed dangerous. I sensed evil behind it. the scent of sulfur filled my nostrils with every breath I took.

so.

I implore you.

do not open the door.