Warning:This entity is highly dangerous
Reason:Proceed with caution upon encountering. This entity will not hesitate to run one over if an individual comes near it.
““Drunk driving? Ha! You wish! This shit comes naturally!”
| Entity Number | 170 |
| Entity Name | The Mustang, The Challenger. |
| Habitat | The Mustang can be exclusively encountered within Level 69. |
| Dangerousness | The Mustang is one of the most dangerous entities, as it attacks almost everyone that comes near it. |
| Volatility | The Mustang's behavior changes rapidly, though with warning. It will only become hostile if one does not move away from it in a few seconds. |
Description[]
The Mustang, referred to by himself as "The Challenger," is another entity that exclusively inhabits Level 69. It takes the appearance of a, at first glance, normal, mainly red and white 1965 Ford Mustang (Model T5) which, unlike typical cars, is capable of speech and rational thought. It also possesses the ability to change colors whenever it wants to. This entity is the main and most notable threat within this level, as it constantly recklessly drives itself into objects, motel cabins, and people alike, with no regard for the destruction he causes. Surprisingly, his exterior is never damaged from the many crashes it experiences. He, as aforementioned, continuously refers to himself as "The Challenger" and variations of it. The Mustang constantly brags about his endeavors and achievements; he constantly mentions a tournament named The Roy Cup, where he provokes other sentient cars that participate in the tournament, ramming them, and sabotaging their engines to win the "races". It is unknown if The Roy Cup is an actual tournament somehow related to this level, though it is believed that it is made up by The Mustang to inflate his already large ego. According to him, his "kill count", aka the amount of people that he's killed, is in the hundreds; most of his victims are unsuspecting passengers who do not enter a motel cabin fast enough. Additionally, this entity features a radio that always replays 5 songs of undetermined origin, name, and artist. The radio is so loud to the point of it making annoyed individuals unable to sleep due to how much it disturbs them.
Entity 170, the formal name it has been given, is excessively difficult to control due to it constantly moving at an impressive 90 miles per hour, and even faster in rare circumstances. The Mustang generally drives in circles or in other random geometric patterns until a passerby comes near and is spotted by the entity. When the entity spots a wanderer, it will immediately stop moving, start flashing his headlights, and angrily order the "disturbance" to stop bothering him no matter if the wanderer has done something to the entity or not. If the targeted wanderer refuses to move far enough from the entity or starts being aggressive to it, The Mustang will start shouting swear words at the wanderer, and revving up his engines, creating smoke from his tires in the process of doing so; the smoke that the entity produces contains largely radioactive materials within it, allowing it to choke a wanderer if they come in contact with it. After a wanderer decides not to move away from the entity, the car's radio will start playing a countdown from 10. It is suggested to back away at this point, as The Mustang will honk his horn, hit the gas pedal, and start violently attacking all individuals in sight when the countdown reaches zero.
In more dire cases, if agitated enough, he will flip open his headlights to reveal two missile launchers. However, he does not appear to be capable of actually firing missiles. It is speculated that this is merely an empty threat to persuade individuals to leave him alone, but this has not been confirmed.
The Mustang primarily inhabits Level 69's many parking lots, specifically those featuring other cars. It is assumed that it does this to prevent suspicion and to rest without being disturbed by wanderers.
Surprisingly, the entity seems to have good relations with Level 69's Motel Manager, as The Motel Manager doesn't mind the entity damaging his property nor does The Mustang show signs of aggression to The Motel Manager. It is unknown why this happens, though it is thought that Entity 170 knows that The Motel Manager controls the whole level, and thus does not act aggressive near him.
Biology[]
The Mustang's appearance, as aforementioned, resembles that of a 1965 Ford Mustang (Model T5). It has all of the parts a standard automobile would feature; four seats, a fully functioning steering wheel, four wheels, and a working engine. The lower part of the car is red, while the top is white. It additionally features a loud radio that plays the same five songs of repeat, though the songs' names are unknown. This entity seemingly drives itself, as there is no visible driver nor person within the car at all times.
Due to the entity being excessively dangerous, facts about its biology cannot be safely determined nor discovered.
Recovered Logs[]
M.E.G. Archived Logs
The following log details an encounter with a sentient automobile found in Level 69's parking lot. Operative Jason Foster started recording after realizing the car was driverless and could speak. Unfortunately, Foster's body was found in the lot — bones broken and tire marks on his face. This details his final moments.
Date: Unknown
Location(s): Level 69
People: Operative Jason Foster
Uploaded by: Unknown
<START OF LOG>
The Mustang: Look here, asshole. I'm not here to play around. Leave me alone, or you'll regret it.
Operative Foster: Relax. I'm just here to collect some information and ask a few questions. This shouldn't take long. This motel is quite a mysterious place, you know.
The Mustang: I missed the timestamp of this chat when you explained why I should care. Move it.
Operative Foster: I'll make it quick.
Operative Foster: How long have you been here?
The Mustang: Look here, ma'am. I'm no-
Operative Foster: It's "sir," thank you very much.
The Mustang: DON'T FUCKING INTERRUPT ME.
The Mustang: I don't have the fucking time for this. Get out. As for your question, I don't know, and I don't care. Stay out of my domain. The tires start emitting smoke.
Operative Foster: It won't be much longer. What shall I call you?
The Mustang: Don't act all formal on me, bitch. You're disrespecting my name. I'll give you one more chance. Stay. Away. They call me the fucking "Challenger" for a reason.
The headlights turn on.
Operative Foster: Alright, alright. You win. Just know that I'll be back.
The Mustang: No. No, you won't... The car horn honks twice.
The Mustang: I won't let you.
The tires screech. The car pauses for a few moments.
Operative Foster: We can still talk this ou-
The Mustang: TASTE GASOLINE, FUCKER!
The car charges at full speed.
The Mustang: OUT OF MY WAY!
A loud thud and a yelp of pain are heard.
The car leaves the scene.
Operative Foster: Sh-
<END>
The car was subsequently found roaming in random directions on the roads of Level 69, hurling insults at the humans in the motel. Further research will be conducted to determine the cause of its strong antagonism toward everyone and everything. An autopsy showed Foster's cause of death to be blunt force trauma caused by vehicular collision.
Discovery[]
The earliest known sighting of the Mustang has been traced back to 2008, when a skeptical wanderer found an old and abandoned vehicle in the bus parking lot of the motel. Curious, he attempted to take it for a joyride, but unfortunately, the Mustang objected and he was subsequently run down.