Back Then // backrooms +II fanfic (brightlights centric)

Ch.3 A blurr between fake and real.(🥭)

Its been about.. 2 weeks since they meet lightbulb?

They kind of forgot about the pass of time ever since they have been with the bright girl that kept them company, since she would always talk about anything and hours passed fast with her conversation topics, and if it wasn't because of that it would be with all of the work of going around the yellow-ish rooms, finding some food to keep both of them alive at this seemingly infinite place.

Paintbrush seemed to be always thinking about something, but their expressions weren't obvious enough for lightbulb to guess what was on their mind.

In all honesty, Paintbrush felt like they were in some loop, a spiral of nothingness, even started to question if maybe this was a long dream, maybe a coma?

They were just not believing anything.

Maybe Lightbulb was there, maybe they could feel all their senses completely fine, and the slaps they hit theirself with to confirm it were also there as proof that this was indeed, real.

But it just didn't feel like it.

How did they even get here?

What happened?

For some reason, when they first saw they had entered this strange, but oddly familiar looking place, they didn't think much about it.

But they started doing it, and the more they did, the more they felt like reality, dreams and life were turning into a blurry mess.

Maybe it was the montone sound of the lights that made them overthink, or maybe this was a place that just simply wasn't.. natural.

They started wondering how the girl that kept them company was feeling about this place.

She seemed..unbothered.

She was positive for the situation that the both were suddenly dragged on.

Their normal lifes had been suddenly stolen, and who knows if they will ever get it back.

Why were they even in this place anyway?

Was there even an exit?

Lightbulb seemed to think so, but her company for this place didn't seem to think exactly the same.

They both had hope, but nothing was confirmed. All they knew was that they were stuck.

Atleast they had eachother, but nothing was confirmed. For now, all they could hope for was finding an exit, an escape for this place.

But what if they didn't?
What if they were stuck?
What if their fate was simply being stuck inside of here?

"Painty?" The girl's voice snapped paintbrush's train of though, quickly maming them turn their attention towards her.

"Ah- yeah?"

"..Were you even listening to the story about how i found Baxter? You seemed to be thinkin' about some deep stuff." a quick silence emerged.

"Hey don't worry, we'll get out of here in no time! I'm sure it will all pass flying! But for now, listen c'mon they good part in the story is about to come!" The bright object started speaking again, talking about how she got her pet crab. Her company listened, trying to ignore the thoughts that were on their mind.

Even if they didn't pay attention to those to listen to their company's story, it didn't mean they weren't there.

An: Alright, that's my first chapter for this book- hope you guys liked it! I was too lazy to draw a drawing for this one, might do it tommorow- Well for now, thank you for reading!
Signing out! -🥭