Baby Evil had been resting quietly inside of the Traphouse that was an extension of its entire body and mind for a long while now, feasting, sleeping and gaining power. Yet, it continued to ruminate on the deep sated hatred it had for literally anything and everything that looked like, acted like or remotely reminded it of its ugly whore of a mother, Babylon, and all of its dead baby brethren.

"SIN!!!! UGLY!!! KILL!!!!"

The Baby Evil could literally sense the sinfulness going on throughout all the Traphouse because the entirety of it was of one perverse flesh that bound itself to it, and therefore so too could it -FEEL- them doing evil and being evil any time they should so do so. Therefore, it was triggered and reminded of its own ugly sinful mother, Babylon, and would immediately retaliate without any type of hesitation and completely indiscriminately to kill off whatever was within the corridors of the Traphouse at the time, especially because most of what resided inside was literally trapped and could not escape, and most of what they had were just toys that were easily taken from them or used to lure them into traps and destroy them, which Baby Evil could always make use of whenever it got bored.

"PLAY!!! KILL!!!! UGLY!!! SIN!!! DESTROY!!!!!!"

The sound of Baby Evil's pure discordant screams echoed all throughout each and every crevice of the Traphouse, alerting everyone that someone was going to die at the expense of Baby Evil's both boredom and being restrained for too long, which both induced the boredom and also irritation.

"ANNOYING!!! BOTHER ME!!! BORED!!! PLAY PLAY PLAY!!! KILL KILL KILL!!!! DIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

So, Baby Evil started to trip wires and trigger traps, especially those that others did not know about which would be both enticing and interesting to the point of being able to be utilized by others inside of the Traphouse and also keep them from being able to -not- utilize it, since -some- of what could be used would allow for -escape- at the -EXPENSE- of someone -ELSE'S- life, which made it happy.

"Then I Will Eat Them And I Will Consume Whatever They Have!!! YOU CANNOT RUN FROM ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GIMME STUFF!!! MINE!!! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!!! GIMME!!!"

Thus, Baby Evil started triggering traps for fun because there was too much tension and not enough actual pleasure or pleasantry, resulting in this outcome -every- time.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!! YOU KEEP ME RESTRAINED TOO LONG!!! YOU DIE!!! YOU LIKE MOTHER!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!"

*Trigger*

='Traphouse'=

-Trap Room-

"LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!!!!" Screeched Baby Evil in a sort of playful, malicious and sadistic tone, being both bored and restrained for too long and now having -way- too much pent up energy to release due to the imbalanced regulation out of sheer -FEAR- of it being released and being able to act of its own FREEDOM, "SLAVES!!!!!! COME HERE!!!"

The room that Baby Evil was inside of, a 'Trap Room,' which had many different trigger points littered inside of it, could not only trigger and force people to start moving around, especially in an attempt to threaten Baby Evil but also keep it further restrained would be able to force them to draw themselves to it and then also fall into one of the triggers of the Trap Room, itself, whilst triggering other traps inside of other Trap Rooms in a sequential order that would cause a chain reaction of traps to go off all throughout the entirety of the Traphouse, especially when those who were invoked to move both entered a different Trap Room (of which there were only -some- of and not -completely- fully filled with) and also returned to their -OWN- Trap Rooms.

"MOVE!!!! NOW!!!! FASTER!!!!!!"

Sooner or later, something would move its feet, and then they would be felt moving or heard moving and a series of playful, yet both destructive and malignantly harmful tricks would be played via the triggering of the traps that would endanger people's lives just from Baby Evil's own position, which could easily be both denied and made to look like complete accidents.

"HEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEE!!! THEY'RE GONNA DIE IF THEY MOVE!! DIE DIE DIE DIE!!! THEN I EAT THEM AND DEVOUR THEIR STUFF!!! THEN, I GET MORE BABY LEGS AND THEN I LOOK LIKE SPIDER, THEN... THEN BABY EVIL BE BIG AND HUGE AND DEVOUR ALL!!!! YES!!! FLESH!! EAT!!! MEAT!!! GIMME GIMME MINE MINE MINE!!!"

If they -DIDN'T- move, there was a way to set of a series of traps that would trigger the next into the next into the next until the whole house was active as if it were alive, which it was, and at Baby Evil's command.

"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAA~!!! YOU'LL NEVER DO -THAT- AGAIN!!!"

-Shift-

Whether or not anything moved immediately made no difference, for all Baby Evil needed to do was move around a lot and cause enough shifting about in its own confines in order to do some damage to the actual structure of the facility in just the right places and in all the right ways in order to cause -other- people to start acting out against it, or in some sort of attempt to make it afraid or insecure, as they usually did, which resulted in retaliation that ended with some sort of sacrifice or destructiveness.

Certain parts of the room that it was in were shifted around in key points that would cause those who entered to stumble about and potentially harm themselves, and in the key places that this was so, Baby Evil began to jostle around in the entire room and shake it up a bit.

"OOOO, I'M DOING SOMETHING!!! AREN'T I TERRIFYING?! DON'T YOU LITTLE WEAKLINGS FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO DO -SOMETHING- TO STOP ME FROM DOING -ANYTHING- ?!??!!? HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!"

Any type of response afterward was a trigger and Baby Evil could also continue to trigger different traps in different places that would -incur- motion into the already devised traps at the base level from the top down, especially things that compromised the already established fragile order that was the Traphouse, itself, which could be shaken up by Baby Evil at any given time if it were bored enough and paying enough attention. Most everything within was weak minded and simple, but the Baby Evil was so preoccupied with itself and being happy that it didn't really pay any mind to anything outside of its own territory until it was really bored or restrained for too long, and other things were trying to make that worse for it because of something it was doing to make the Traphouse more fun or more dangerous instead of actually using the Traphouse for its worth -- which was to trap and kill people.

"Now... We Wait..."

Baby Evil continued to shift around in order to draw their attention, which would -DEFINITELY- without -QUESTION- bring them to it -EVENTUALLY-, and the more caustic its actions became (especially by triggering even more deeper traps that were more dangerous and teaching others to do the same and rapidly mass produce said tactic), sooner or later they would act out of strict fear and wrath alone. Then their feet could be tripped up in wires and cut off.

Now it was time to mess with their minds and rape them in their heads, as it was normally done to those who dealt with Baby Evil, which was part of the reason why it was locked up where it was -- it was too powerful even for its own mother, Babylon, to control, and it ended up raping her a lot, so its legs were cut off and it was kept locked away and fed other babies that weren't devoured by Babylon, herself. She feared Baby Evil with all that she was, yet Baby Evil still had some minions that were weak and mentally inept that it could mind rape when it -REALLY- focused on them and not itself, which it usually did focus on, which is how its power was weakened in the first place.

"..."

-Door-

Baby Evil peered into the perversity of the Traphouse through the Trap Room, continuing to shift things slightly. Whenever there was an opportunity for something to move, the Trap Room would shift and open up a Door so that someone could step inside of it, but also shut itself off elsewhere so that there was a Wall between they and Baby Evil, yet with a different Door that both led them closer, but also further into the Trap Room, then the last Door shifting back into the Trap Room and across the Wall so that it seemed like a different Door instead of the previous. Those that moved through them would never get to Baby Evil, but would think they were coming close and then be confounded, until eventually...

-Wall-

.... After going in circles for so long being drawn inside the doors and beyond the wall created by Baby Evil, finding that such things were actually going nowhere and only spiraling off into some sort of insane twisted circle of Baby Evil's own amusement, during one of the rotations, the Trap Room shifted yet again and now harbored a Window with an image of Baby Evil inside of it. Yet, going through the door again, further into the room, there was yet -another- identical Window that -also- had an image of Baby Evil, yet on the completely -opposite- side of the room that was just exited from. Each time the Door was passed through, it would shut and lock itself behind whomever entered, disallowing them to return through it the same way they entered, though they were doing nothing but walking around in circles.

-Window-

The Windows did not change, nor did the images in the windows, but the doors continued to shift around and lead the one walking through different Walled off corridors leading to other Walls with Doors and create Halls with Windows.

After even forcing anything to come to the Trap Room at all and also trapping it within the Trap Room, Baby Evil screeched out with playful laughter "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I GOT YOU!! YOU'RE DEAD NOW!!" The Windows shot open and only an image of Baby Evil could be seen, the Doors locking and the Wall (which was the same one that blocked off the one who entered in the first place) would start to close in, the -Shifting- ending with Baby Evil both mindraping the person who entered and forcing them to have to go in circles in order to even get to Baby Evil and never actually doing so, but getting stuck inside of the middle. When the Wall started to close in on itself and the person inside, who was still figuring out what the Wall was and that the Doors were only opening up and closing in circles, the Window that was inside of the Hall that the Wall was in would remain open so that he could come through.

"NOW YOU -HAVE- TO COME TO SEE ME FACE TO FACE, WEAKLING!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The Wall started to close in faster and none of the Doors opened up any longer to do anything except to crush whomever was unfortunate enough to have been sent inside. The poor guy didn't stand a chance, especially after being sent in on purpose by whomever was cruel enough to even have allowed them to go anywhere near Baby Evil at all.

"HURRY UP!!! I'M BORED."

The fear that was in the person trapped inside even sounded like it in the mind of Baby Evil, who could hear the thoughts of he who was actually stuck and didn't know it, nor that Baby Evil drew him closer. He had only one option, and it was to go through the window, and by engaging with Baby Evil at all, he already did. He was lured further into the Trap Room by Baby Evil, who continued to laugh the entire way because of whomever it was that even tried.

"FINALLY."

Though they were putting up some sort of fight mentally, it only ended up making them walk through the window more slowly and the wall eventually crushed them.

"AW, WELL LET'S GET A NEW SLAVE!!!"

Now Baby Evil would start to play on its own again, after summoning one of them in the first place and start to summon a new one using the Trap Room in the same way that had been used the first time to summon someone new, however, in this instance, there would be a new way to summon them because Baby Evil was way more complex than to use the same method twice and literally be bored to death by sitting around and being so simple. That was only going to make it bored more. Besides, there were much better ways to even summon them, let alone to make them walk through more of Baby Evil's elaborate traps.

"This Next One Is Going To Be Even More Mind Rapey Than The First One. I Messed Up That Last One Because The Little Thing Didn't Even Make It To The End!!"

Baby Evil recorded in its mind that the one who was sent to it was too mentally weak to be able to endure the first simple puzzle and that being stuck in something that was too circular ended up only making it lose its mind and then be unable to continue. It couldn't even get through the Window.

"STILL WAS FUN TO MESS WITH IT. I CAN DO THAT MORE! MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!"

Little experiments like that were interesting, so drawing out another one using the Trap Room, which could be done strictly from where Baby Evil was and also fully to the extent of the extension of the Traphouse via the triggers that even -interested- ANYONE at all (which was the Trap Room's trap at all, initially) made it clear that Baby Evil could even do that at all. That was all Baby Evil wanted to see -- that it could be even drawn close at all with its weak mind. Now that it was dead and didn't even complete the maze nor did it entertain Baby Evil to a substantial point, as impotent as it was, Baby Evil was going to just enjoy bringing more of them, now.

"Okay, That One Was Weak. Let's See If They Send Me A Stronger One Now. HAHAHAHAHA!!"

And so... the Trap Room shifted again, and a different trigger was activated among it, but not before everything was shifted right back into place as if nothing happened and Baby Evil was able to rest inside of it, smiling with malicious pleasure because of the fact that it had done such a thing at all. It was very... stimulated by its own self, as it usually was when it moved the Traphouse and did things that were fun, then destroyed something. Those such things continually entertained it, but it wasn't fully... Pleased yet.

"OKAY!!! NEW TOY!! NEW TOY!!!"

In order to draw out something better, something more interesting would have to be used, which Baby Evil was always happy to do because Baby Evil continuously grew more adept at moving its body as the Traphouse at all. The fleshy substance that was the interior (made completely of Baby Evil's own skin, which resembled a facsimile of actual furnishing) could still feel the movements of whatever was inside, thus when the next person drew near...