Backrooms Entity x Reader Oneshots [Discontinued]

* Partygoer x Reader

A bite from Partygoers means the end for everyone who hasn't seen Almond Water. It's a process of twenty minutes, but it's life chaning. Literally. And now... I'm one of those victims.

He bit me...

Partygoers own sharp and pointy teeth; razor sharp and deadly like the ones of a bloodthirsty shark. They easily sink into your flesh when you don't expect them to be. It hurts like a few needles, but it's enough zo sting badly.

The pain which hurts the most is the fact that he promised me he would never. He looked me in the eyes and swore! People tell you Partygoers were liars through and through. Now I finally see how true it is. Neverless, it's already too late. My time is almost up and I can't seem to know when my mind will be corrupted.

Level Fun was a trap to every Wanderer. I came here unorepeared as I dumbly entered a door in Level 188 with a "=)" on it. An invantation to death, happily written down.

Me and PG had an argument of how he wouldn't let me leave Level Fun =). It got heated pretty quickly despite his calm and haunting nature. I think everybody would snap at this rate of pressure. And now I paid with the rest of my life.

I'm not familiar with many Entities in the Backrooms - only 2 to 4. That, however, was the lesser problem. I would appreciate if my last wish would be heard through my last moments of free will: I'd like to know how much time I have left.

I believe it would be 20 minutes to 1 hour or so. 5 minutes have past and nothing happened yet. I sat impatiently on one of the many chair which were scattered around the party room I sat in. The decoration fit perfectly in the atmosphare, but I felt it mock me as my life decayed more and more.

Currently, I faced the wall all by myself. My back is turned to the only entrance, so I wouldn't know if somebody would approach me. It's like waiting for your friends to come to your birthday but you know they would never come. It's just the hope which slowly fades into void. "Probably nobody would ever dare to.", I talked to my head.

Round rows of holes captured the right of my shoulder and at the other at my bottom upper-arm. It stung like a bitch. It burns too, likr fire and gasoline on my sensitive skin. I never knew he could grow so angry. All I wanted was to leave and return where I come from. But no, no. Not gonna happen today =) , he exclaimed. I insisted on going, but despite his never ending smile, he was everything else than happy now. "Neither was I, I guess.", I talked to myself in mind.

Out of boredom, I tapped the childish carpet repeatedly, gritting my teeth and erupting an uncomfortable sound. My thoughts raced of the outcome of my fate. The only thing which bothered me was: When shall I turn into one of these monsters? It was oddly quiet, but that is natural in the space of Partygoers. Silent as a mouse, their hidding inside out house. Preventing anything is useless and Partypoopers are extinct. Almond water is pretty low, furthermore, no other Partygoer besides PG would give it to a human. Afterall, they absolutely detest us.

I slammed my head in my one of my rested arms. With the other, I slammed my fist into the table stressfully, causing a few plates and forks to fall down. My forehead protested of pain, but I didn't care and began crying. It was too much for me. The realm, the Backrooms, is against human hopes. It drills the life out of you and traps you inside a world of eternal madness.

The procedure is killing me; eating me alive. My only "friend" is not here either. No - he's probably jumping and humming with joy, knowing in his intelligent yet instinctiv mind was working. That's what all Partygoers want, right? Wipe out and/or be an ass to nice creatures.

They hate us, what can you say?

"It's so unfair.", I thought.

Soft footsteps snapped me out of my daze of weeping. I didn't need to turn around to knowing it was him. I already sense him, means I turn into his kind soon. It wouldn't take much longer now...

,,Leave me alone!", I snapped harshly at him. From him came no response - coward decision. Maybe he's taunting me? Who knows? If my life turns to hate humans, the  I hate my own kind as well.

I wanted for him to pay, so I stood up, grabbed the chair I was sitting on and turn to him. I want to throw it at him, break it to pieces and stab him, yet I halted. The sight infront of me is confusing, very confusing.

His face has turned into a =( emoji. No, he held up paper which covered his =) smile. PG also isn't holding his red ballon as he usually does. Weird. I carefully put down the chair, but held it still tightly in case of danger. ,,What do you want?", I confronted him. He shamefully tilted his head to the side, couldn't look at mr in the eye. Pathetic.

,,You took my humanity. What else do you want?" He hasn't said anything still. Neverless, he let the paper fall without a care. ,,I'm sorry.", he muttered with no movement of his mouth. ,,I know it won't reverse my damage.", he admitted, but there was yet sincere behind that voice. PG embraced me with warmth which usually isn't felt at all. I hugged back with love and sank in my sorrow. PG continued silently: ,,But I'm here for you to treat your wounds."

He let go and held up my noe purple arm which grew numb as time flew by me. I forgot more and more of my former life when he caressed my cheek. ,,Forever. Even if we have to start a new. =)" I took leaned into his touch with blank eyes. I confessed: ,,Even my humanity stolen, deep inside I will remember you in hearts and love. I see you on the other side." With that my fate is sealed; I shall become a Partygoer and lose my memories. I doesn't matter now. All I have now is him and I will be damned if I give him up.

Now... that I'm one of them... =)