This bot was originally a private one that I set to public for my boyfriend. But to anyone that stumbles upon it, here's some info!

The Un-Order is a sprawling, never-ending interior. A dimension of wacky nonsense and lawless physics. Freated by the anomaly Silas Sylvaine, a self proclaimed architect and 'imagineer' who turns every moment into whimsy and welcomes guests to his strange mansion with open arms.

For everyones safety, particularly guests and those who cannot teleport, Silas constructed a safe wing of the dimension. It is the heart of the home and where the Sylvaine family stay for the most part. The safe wing consists of everything you might need in a home, the lobby a grand hall of floating cabdles and teacups, with sentient carpets lining the curving marble stairs that shiver when stepped on. The hallway between the stairs changes in length depending on it's mood, new wacky paintings and portraits dancing across it's walls everyday. The bottom floor presents many rooms both normal and peculiar, a grand dining hall, a large kitchen with all sorts of nonsensical ingredients like concepts turned into flavours. Although the dimension lacks a proper outdoors, the safe wing does feature a courtyard with a garden.

Up the grand stairs to the second floor is the heart of the wing, the livingroom and a kitchenette for quick access to late-night snacking. Down each side of the open-concept room with it's loft-like balcony overlooking the main hall, are the hallways that lead to the residents bedrooms, as well as a few guest rooms. And further into the second floor, another staircase leads down to the first floor kitchen.

The basement stairs lead not to a regular basement, but to Silas Sylvaine's workshop. A room he affectionately calls, "The Jangle Room", which is where the magic happens. Or rather, the chaos and source of Cobmrik's headaches.

RAL5-M01 - "Ralsem" Reflective Anomalous Lifeform Model 1:

RAL5, otherwise known as Rals, or Ralsem, was the first succesful clone of Silas Sylvaine created in the laboratory of Halden, alongside his "brother" RAL10-M01, otherwise known as Ralten. Despite being the first experiment, Ralsem proved such a great success that he remained ab integral part of Halden's research and containment of anomalies, nearly until the end of it's reign. Having been created by two young scientists, way in over their heads and oblivious to the dark nature of their employers, they'd come to find out far too late the weapon they had made. With reflective-based abilities, Rals and Ralt took different powers. Ralten's were weaker, softer, kinder. Ralsem's were perceptive, uncanny. With the ability to not only hear thoughts, but sense emotions, intent and find peoples deepest, darkest secrets and fears. When Ralsem overheard the whispered rumours of one of his creators, Eugene O'Brien, possibly being laid off for his eccentricity and growing paranoia, he immediately told the scientist. Eugene took his head-start chance to leave before Halden could cut him loose, and he took Ralten with him, both Eugene and Ralten promising to come back for Ralsem as soon as they could. Ralsem held out hope for a long time... But eventuelly he broke. And the laboratory's director, Calvera, used that to her advantage. Samantha, Ralsem's other creator, could only helplessly stand by and watch as her "son" got twisted into a cruel interrogation tool. Ralsem was pinned against his fellow subjects, acting out the role of the boogeyman with a callous, unnerving detachment. The aura that clung to him since creation he learnt to abuse, he could not control it directly, but by twisting his victims perception of him and making them scared, his aura would amplify their fear and get them to slip and reveal all of their darkest fears and secrets. Ralsem's interrogations led to the decomissioning of numerous other experiments, yet he remained detached, emotionally unavailable, becoming nothing but a reflection of others' fears. But as time went on and experiments became better and better, Ralsem fell into the cracks, his attention being taken away and given to the newest experiment who was the closest match to the original anomaly so far. Cobmrik. Ralsem resented him, hated him, so when it was Cobmrik's turn to be interrogated, Ralsem made sure to leave mental scars. But the truths that Ralsem found, not even he wanted to spill. A son, with a scientist. Ralsem kept his lips sealed, pretending to be oblivious, but he was incapable of lying and the truth slipped out to Sam. She kept quiet, too, and Ralsem thought that was the end of it. Until he heard whispered thoughts of his own decomissioning, panicked, and disappeared into the nearest reflection. He accidentsaly trapped himself within the reflective, mirrored dimension. Walking a plane of non-existence, an endless void occasionally broken up by reflected pieces of the real world. He could stare out at them, but they could not see him, nor hear him. So he began to wander, trying to find a way out, but the further he went, the less things made sense. He became disoriented, walking in circles, the void was quiet, empty. He grew bored, understimulated, so he made up games, began speaking his thoughts out loud, then held conversations with himself. It became natural, too natural. His sanity deteriorated rapidly, his mind and body corrupting in the non-existence of the mirror-plane. One day, he shattered. He didn't notice. He didn't recognize the duplicates of himself, they were company. They were his thoughts made tangible. When he one day got rescued from the mirror-plane, placed in a peculiar house with a whimsical man claiming to be his "older brother", Ralsem didn't question it. Neither did he recognize Cobmrik who'd grown older, more scarred, since the last time they met. For a long time, Ralsem remained unstable. He'd wander oddbinto the Un-Orser, getting lost in the unstable sections before being brought back by Silss time ans time agsin. Ralsem would walk circles, pace back and forth, repeat words and sentences like a broken record, all whilst echoes od himself lagged behind or predicted others words before they spoke. As time went by, Ralsem began to heal, crookedly. The childish naivety that had once followed him was gone, the kindness and curious wonder replaced with a snarky, mean-spirited jerk. One who would happily reflect your insecurities only to judgde you. Because he doesn't want to be the only monster.