backrooms level 65 (Bloodstained garden)

Breathe in. Breathe out. Feb should be here any minute. Why are you so scared? There's nothing out here that can hurt you. Breathe in. Breathe out. God. Where the hell is Feb? That sound was just the wind, right? Breathe in. Breathe out. Feb? A bloody smile forms in the darkness. "Aaaaaaaaahhhh" "Boo!" The teenage girl with a black skirt and a heavy blue jacket walks into the moonlight. Her blood-covered teeth glinting. "Feb, what the ****." "You scream like a girl, Jamie." "Feb, why are you covered in blood?" "It's not blood, idiot. Well. Maybe it is blood, but it's just from these apples." She laughs. "Feb, I don't think you should be eating random **** you find here, especially if they're covered in blood." "But they're so good! They're like this perfect combination of sweet and savory. You should really try them, Jamie." "Okay. Fine. But if this ends up killing me, I'm haunting you after death." "Hah. Good luck with that. I feel like you'd be even less scary in death than you are now, and I don't think I need to remind you what happened last time you tried to scare me." "I'm never going to live that down, am I?" "It's all in good fun. Now take a bite!" He pauses, his mouth on the apple. "Feb, are you okay?" "Yeah, I just h—" She begins vomiting blood, and the weeds and shrubs seem to lean into the splatter as if trying to catch a taste. "Feb?!" Her skin begins splitting, revealing a hard shell underneath. The plates of bone shift. Limbs split and multiply, transforming into short incurving pincers. She lets out a ghastly scream as her face begins to distort, stretching and ripping as the flesh is rearranged. Her new mouth moves as if trying to speak, but it can no longer form human words. The newly birthed centipede quivers on the ground until suddenly, with a violent twitch, it charges at Jamie. Jamie screams, running into the forest, trying desperately to outrun his pursuer. For a moment, it looks like he can, but as he slows to catch a breath, the arthropod nips his ankle, taking a chunk of flesh with it. He falls, and the centipede is upon him, tearing, ripping at his skin until all that's left is a bloody pulp. The clump of flesh writhes helplessly in agony as the new creature feasts on it for hours.