3 Layers of Purgatory [COMPLETE]

3 - Mirrors

"Oh wowwww" i say sarcastically, staring at myself in the mirror. It was a mirror maze you find in playhouses, i hate these. "What?" Taehyung asks, looking at me in confusion. I smile, posing dramatically. "I look hot" i mumble, watching him stare at me in disbelief. "sure" he chuckles, continuing to walk around... holding his hand out in front of him to make sure he doesn't walk face first into a mirror. I smile and follow after him, rubbing my neck and yawning slightly.

"So you gonna tell me how you got here? and why you turn into that thing?" i mumble, feeling tired. Taehyung stops walking and looks at me, leaning on the mirror. "Do you know where this is?" he asks, rubbing the scar on his eye carefully. I shake my head slightly. "I know the previous was backrooms" i reply boldly, watching him nod a little.

"Your in purgatory to put it plainly. I didn't manage to escape when i got put down here years ago, so i became one of the creatures here" he explains, my face dropping. I frown slightly, rubbing my cheek. "So you kill people because it's what you have to do or it's just to release anger?" i ask, sliding down a mirror and sitting down, yawning.

Taehyung hesitantly sits down in-front of me, smiling sadly. "Release anger, i could just sit away. But also, it's my only form of food... otherwise i die" he mumbles, seeming embarrassed to say that. I feel cold, realising he's right... there's no food source here, he'd have to eat whoever he could kill.

"How long have you been here?" i ask, watching him look down. "I don't even know, i was 21 when i died... i lost count after my 98th birthday alone. More than 100 years anyways" he sighs, his face looking dull. He's spent more than 80 birthdays, christmas' etc alone. "Why didn't you kill me? are you not hungry?" i ask, watching him rub his hands and look back at me.

"A little bit, i ate the other day. I didn't feel like you deserved to get killed down here, or you'd be trapped. I want you to escape" he whispers, glancing at himself in the mirrors. I look at him, smiling weakly and shaking my head. "I have nothing good waiting for me back on earth" i chuckle, watching him look back at me and frown slightly. "Plus, i feel like i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if i just left you down here for so many more eternal years alone" i whisper, the weak side to me showing.

He gulps, smiling weakly with hesitance. "I don't mind, i have three rooms to play in. I can live" he chuckles, ruffling his hair and leaning his chin on his knees. "I want your next birthday to be celebrated properly" i whisper, watching him tense up. He sighs shakily, trying not to cry as he smiles and nods slightly. "We'll see what happens" he whispers, looking at his reflection. "Why you being kind though? I could of killed you earlier" he mumbles, my eyes feeling heavy, i was so tired.

"Your the only person who's even had the smallest amount of care for me, i need that" i admit, closing my eyes and cuddling into my knees. Taehyung hesitates and looks at me, slowly moving next to me... pulling me into his lap to use his thigh as a pillow. "Rest as-long as you need" he whispers, fixing the hoodie on my arms to keep me warm, brushing my hair off my face.

[ A while later ]
I frown, shifting and waking up from my sleep, no bright lights around me this time. I stretch and yawn, realising i'm not laying down anywhere, i'm being carried. I open my eyes, raising my eyebrows as i look around at all the mirrors. I smile, i was on Taehyungs back. I look at him in every mirror, he looked confused with where to go... but didn't seem worried. I rest my face into his neck, closing my eyes again, feeling him tense up. "Y/N?" he mumbles.

"Yeah?" i ask, wrapping my arms and legs around him tighter so i feel more comfortable. "Your awake, just checking" he whispers, looking at me in the mirror and smiling. I nod a little, playing with his hair and smiling. "Am i heavy?" i ask, feeling him shake his head. "Not at all" he chuckles, boosting me up further on his back and walking more. I was less cold now, i think the further away from backrooms i got, the warmer i became. "What happened" i whisper, closing my eyes and resting again as he sighs. "You fell asleep but you started shivering so i had to carry you further down" he whispers, rubbing his head on mine playfully.

I smile and nod, holding onto him tighter and yawning. "Thank you" i sigh back, fiddling with little strands of his hair. Taehyung nods and tenses up, smiling slightly. "It got really lonely while you were asleep" he mumbles, standing still and looking at me in the mirror in-front of us. "Your all red, you okay?" he mumbles, and i look at myself in the mirror... i looked paler than usual but that's just from the cold; i wasn't red. "My face is fine" i mumble, watching him shake his head and place me down.

I look at him, confused. "Not your face, look at your hoodie sleeve" he whispers, my eyes widening. I look down and notice my wounds have accidentally bust open, my sleeve covered in blood. "fuck" i mumble loudly, putting pressure on my wrist and feeling panic wash over me. He frowns. "Is it bad? what is it?" he mumbles, going to reach for my arm.

He grabs my wrist and rolls up the sleeve, noticing all the self harm scars. I look down, trying not to cry, feeling ashamed... everyone on earth didn't care about me, when they saw these they would say i'm attention seeking or being stupid. Yet he actually seemed worried, he didn't like the view.

I close my eyes, not knowing what he's gonna do. I tense as i feel him let go of my wrist. "Y/N" he sighs, carefully pulling me into his arms and hugging me. I feel my tears start to fall from my cheeks as i hold onto him and just breakdown. He brushes through my hair and shushes me quietly, rubbing my back.

"We're nearly in the last room. We can clean you there" he whispers, holding my face and smiling.