3 Layers of Purgatory [COMPLETE]

2 - Backroom Monster

I frown, whimpering in pain as i hold my chest and head. I keep my eyes closed, this felt familiar. I open one eye slightly, noticing the yellow carpet. "fuck sake" i whisper, feeling my eyes twitch as tears fill them. I feel my body shake, forcing myself to sit up as i lean against the wall behind me, my conscious being clear now. I remember it...

I open both of my eyes, looking around to see the backrooms... i was back at the beginning. "no" i gasp, devastation washing over me as i can't help but breakdown, i was gonna be stuck here, i'm gonna die here. I look at the floor, noticing footsteps imprinted into the carpet... but they weren't my shoes.

I tense up, looking up in-front of me and glancing around, fear and hope washing over me. I look at my wrist, it was still healing... no wounds opened. I tense up, staring at my wrist to avoid any eye contact as i felt someone or something staring at me. I feel uneasy, hearing faint breathing coming from the corner to my left.

Is it maybe the other person? I slowly turn my head to the left, meeting eyes with a familiar face. It's the face of that monster, but it was too low down to be the monster, it was around my height now. I don't move, hoping it might leave. It looked less threatening when i only saw it's face, as it just looked like a damaged man... it was the deformed body that put me off.

The face was emotionless before, but now it has this fond and guilty expression on its face. It looked human, well... from the face it did anyways, it was just peering around the corner, i didn't see the body.

"Hello?" i mumble faintly, not knowing if i would regret asking that or not. The head straightens back into posture as the creature walks around the corner, this time... it looked normal. It was a man now? I tensed up, not knowing if i could trust it or not. The man stays silent, walking over. In a black blazer with a scarf around his neck, black jeans and black shoes. He had a handsome face but it was made eery with scars forming a joker smile and scars down his eyes like a clown look.

He brushes his black hair back and stops in-front of me, just looking at me. Was this the same creature?

Now he was up close, i noticed his neck and left cheek was shattered... as if he was made of glass. I flinch a little as he holds out his hand, staring up at him and not saying a word... what the fuck was going on? wasn't he trying to kill me earlier when he was all stretched and deformed in a demon format?

"What are you" i whisper, rubbing my hands together to stay calm and warm. The man looks at me for a moment, frowning a little before clearing his throat... seeming like he's struggling to process what he had to say. Did he not know how to speak?

I remembered some sign language from when i first turned slightly deaf. I do the signs to ask if he could hear me, his expression softening... looking embarrassed. He looks at me and shakes his head, tapping his ear and signing he went deaf years ago. Part of me wanted to kick him and run for my life, this could be a guilt tripping set up, but part of me felt empathetic... i felt bad for the guy, or thing.

I tense up, slowly standing up and realising i'm about shoulder height on him... which made me a lot calmer. I think of sign language quickly and ask him if he was gonna hurt me, hoping it wasn't gonna ruin my safety. The man looks at me and shakes his head, doing signs to apologise.

I look at him with a shocked expression, pouting. I go to do a sign but realise... i had two ear pieces, he could wear one so we could speak and hear each-other. I pray i won't regret this, taking my right ear piece out since i can hear better in my left... holding it in my hand to signal if he wants it. He looks at me, seeming confused on why i'm helping him.

I carefully move to his side, placing it on his ear and then signalling for him to fiddle with the setting until he can hear me humming. He freezes, nodding hesitantly before turning the setting while i hum one of my favourite songs. The man eventually tilts his head to the side in surprise, looking at me. "Can you hear me now?" i mumble quietly to not startle him to noise immediately.

The man smiles slightly. "Yeah" he chuckles, like a child discovering something new for the first time. His voice was deep, which i kind of guessed since the screeching wasn't exactly high pitched earlier. I look at him, not wanting to make him mad or upset yet... so in hopes of anything, i just asked what first came to my mind.

"do you know the way to get out of here?" i ask, the man rubbing his head and glancing to my left. "It's over there" he mumbles, looking back at me. I let my expression fall, was he being serious? i could of turned left all along and got out?

"Want me to help you out? there's two other rooms i can guide you through" he asks, glancing at me and smiling. I sigh, not knowing if i was gonna regret this or not... but if there's any hope now, it's him.

I nod a little, following behind him as he starts walking to the corner he came from before. "What your name?" i ask, watching as he slows down so i can walk next to him. "Taehyung. Yours?" he says softly, looking at me. "Y/N" i whisper, looking around at all the yellow settings. "How did you get here and become... that thing" i mumble, trying not to be offensive but i didn't know how to word it.

Taehyung tenses up and looks down, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "It's a long story" he whispers, adjusting the scarf on his neck and looking around to make sure we're going the right way. I look at him, pouting. "Well you said we had 3 rooms to go through so, we have a long time right?" i ask, knowing i'm probably pushing my luck.

He glances at me, frowning slightly in doubt. "Why are you wanting to know? don't you just want to get out?" he asks, looking back in-front of us and guiding me around a corner. I shake my head, hoping we can get more comfortable around each-other. "I'm curious" i explain, looking at him in hopes he tells me... but i doubt it.

"I'll explain in the next room since it's the longest to get through" he whispers, looking at me and smiling. I nod softly, kind of liking the look of the joker smile on him. "I don't know if it's intentional or not but the joker smile looks cool" i mumble, watching him smile to himself before looking at me. "Really?" he asks, rubbing them slightly. I nod, watching him chuckle slightly. "Thanks" he whispers, walking us to a black door.

"Ready for the next room?" he asks, looking at me. I stand still and sigh, looking at him and shaking my head a little. "Is it bad?" i ask, watching his expression change as he thinks. "Depends" he chuckles, looking at his hands. "Are you afraid of your own reflection?" he asks.

Great, i know what this is gonna be.