The Backrooms: Just a Little Bigger Than the Frontrooms

[W-Backrooms] + [Blended elements] + [Exploration] + [No System] + [No female lead]

Hello. No need to introduce ourselves.

No, I mean, our titles don’t matter.

When you scratched off a lottery ticket and won 500 million, what dreams did you hold in your heart?

And then,

when you came in, this was the place you found.

The floor was damp and smelled strange. The lights flickered without stopping, and the walls were covered in bizarre, yellowed wallpaper.

Boredom, exhaustion, helplessness, panic.

Now.

Do you want to survive? Stay alive by any means necessary?

But if you become the walking dead, what’s the point of living?

Put it another way.

Would you rather die?

Oh. Ha ha, is your tolerance really that low?

Hmm...?

That’s right. Exactly.

In these Backrooms, a place almost like hell, all you can do is struggle to scrape by.

Try not to become one of those wretched creatures crawling along and wailing in misery.

This is all you and I can possibly do.

Keep going, and perhaps you’ll live to see the light of dawn. Right?

(The story mainly follows the W-Backrooms. Please forgive a new author.)

Listen closely. That clear, stringlike sound, as sweet as a dove’s call, is right beside you. Don’t look at the mottled, yellow-stained bricks. The new ripples are like forbidden fruit in Eden, so tempting that our mouths water.

Friend, wipe away the struggle dripping from the corner of your mouth. Let us sing together, as if that sacred figure stood before our eyes. Crimson feathers drift everywhere. As we move, let us peel away the yellowed wallpaper.

My friend, pay no attention to those strange dark patterns. They will bring a new song of rebirth. Let us drink together. It’s almost here.

Look closely.