Paintbrush isn't quite sure how they ended up in this situation.
They were just going for another one of their late-night walks when they heard something in a bush.
In retrospect, it seemed sort of foolish to take a look, but either way, they did. As they crouched into the bush, they somehow fell forward and... kept falling?
All they did was blink, and they were falling seemingly endlessly.
They blinked again, this time opening their eyes to a large yellow room.
All they could hear was the annoying buzz of the large led lights suspended from the ceiling
They dont know how long ago that was.
They've been here for at least a few weeks now, and they have yet to see another person.
They managed to find food and water, and there was this were red liquid dripping from the ceiling, but they decided better than to go near it.
They were once again, mindlessly walking, whilst keeping an eye out for any supplies they could find, when they heard a sound.
It wasn't just any sound, it sounded... like another living being.
Paintbrush wasn't sure how to respond, how would they just now be meeting another object?
Their mind might have been playing tricks on them, as a result of having been here for so long.
Nonetheless, they decided to check it out. Just to calm themselves. Right.
They anxiously walked toward the room where they heard the sound and saw...
An object.
// A.N.
First chapter !! written by yours truly 💅 ik its short, but its meant to be a filler/background for the rest of the story.
ps. updates mayyy be slow xx
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Back Then // backrooms +II fanfic (brightlights centric)
TerrorPaintbrush's life was alright. Was. For a few weeks now, they've been trapped in a seemingly endless maze of yellow rooms, with nothing but the annoying hum of the led lights being heard. Just as they begin to feel truly alone, they find more object...
