The command center of M.E.G. Base Alpha had barely begun to recover from the previous assault when the air itself fractured.
A single, soft chuckle — not joyful, but heavy, sorrowful, and laced with finality — echoed through the reinforced halls.
Every Chosen froze.
From the center of the room, where the bloodstains had only just been cleaned, a figure materialized.
Partygoer 0.
But he was no longer the same.
His once-pristine white suit was now stained with deep, shifting shades of black and violet. His aristocratic smile had twisted into something hollow and melancholic — a grin that carried the weight of every erased smile, every lost life, every broken joy the Backrooms had ever witnessed.
His eyes, previously empty of true emotion, now burned with a cold, destructive sorrow.
Above his head, the interface displayed a new, ominous title in blood-red text:
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Partygoer 0 – The Melancholy of Destruction
Bestowed by Allseer
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The progenitor raised his microphone slowly. When he spoke, his voice was no longer warm and inviting. It was quiet, almost gentle, yet it carried the crushing finality of absolute ruin.
"I have been… remade."
He looked at Daniel, then at Vannia, then across the room at the other Chosen.
"Allseer found me after my defeat. He saw the fractures in my existence. He gave me a new purpose. No more forced laughter. No more hollow celebration. Only the beautiful, honest melancholy of watching everything end."
Partygoer 0 spread his arms. Black-violet energy — heavy, oppressive, and laced with pure destructive intent — began to leak from his body like slow-moving smoke.
"The everlasting party is over. Now comes the everlasting end. Everything that once brought joy will be destroyed with perfect, sorrowful precision. Every smile. Every hope. Every bond. All of it… will be erased with melancholy."
Vannia's silver aura flared violently, the new Blanche System reacting to the overwhelming despair radiating from him.
"You're not the same," she said, voice tight. "What did Allseer do to you?"
Partygoer 0 tilted his head, his melancholic smile deepening.
"He showed me the truth. That joy was always a lie. That the only honest emotion left in the Backrooms is the quiet sadness of inevitable destruction. He made me his vessel for that truth."
He looked directly at Daniel.
"And you, Conductor… you are the final note I must play. The one who keeps trying to conduct hope into this broken symphony. I will destroy you with sorrow. Not with rage. Not with joy. Only with the gentle, crushing melancholy of watching everything you care for crumble."
Black-violet tendrils began to spread across the floor, slowly erasing color and sound wherever they touched. The air grew heavy, making even breathing feel like a burden.
The other Chosen raised their weapons, auras flaring.
But Partygoer 0 simply stood there, radiating an aura of pure, melancholic destruction — a gift from Allseer that had transformed the once-cheerful progenitor into something far more dangerous.
Daniel gripped the golden baton tighter, the Blanche Blessing and Recovery Unlimited keeping his mind steady against the oppressive sorrow trying to seep into him.
Partygoer 0's voice dropped to a whisper that somehow reached everyone in the room.
"Come then, Conductor. Let me show you the beauty of a party that ends… forever."
The Melancholy of Destruction had arrived.
And with it, a new, quieter, but far more terrifying threat.
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**End of Chapter 62**