Backrooms Entity x Reader Oneshots [Discontinued]

Duller x Brave!Reader

(　･ω･)☞ skybug_123

,,Yea, mate. That's exactly where I wanted to be.", I blankly stated.

With boredom I gazed at Level 4's ambience - a fucking empty office.

It looks actually well for a place to have a huge sleepover with hundreds of friends.

Bold of you to assume I have friends.

Agh! My thoughts...

I held tightly onto my backpack strabs, trying to distract me from the boredom.

It had scratches and fell apart on some places. Jerks were trying to steal my property so I kicked their butt and threw tables and chairs at them. All in all I can say: Nobody should mess with me. I'm expert afterall.

Ok, honestly: Nah. I just hope sweating that I'll be off better next time. And the next, the next and so the next. Hopefully.

Of course.

I gazed around the blank office. Ugh! There has to be alteast something to fix my bag! Oh?

Is there possibly a shiny-looking item layed there just for me? Looks fishy... I mentally cried because I cannot hold my bag like this for eternity.

Some needle, strings and fabric. Little yay! Now... How do attach fabric on bag? I cried again.

Before I even started, I knew a long term process would be ahead of me. Golly jolly, how smart I was. I poked myself with the needle Hylia knows how much. My fingers look like burnt salami pizza. Newsflash: it's not burnt, it's fried to death.

I'll die from blood loss...

I hummed some sad audios I never heard and continued on with this hell.

It's not perfect, but ay, what can I say. It's not that bad. Please just don't fall apart while running. I stroked my bag tenderly and fake-sniffed. ,,I'm so proud of myself...", I honored my (h/c) colored self.

I got up with confidence and wanted to stroll on, but halted as soon as I noticed a gray puddle on the white floor - a hand was slowly streching out to my ankle.

He must want a high-five!

I knelt down to the hands level hand patched my hand on it's. It twitched at the touch, yet that wasn't gonna stop me going on. I sense something emerging from behind me. I heard flesh and slime sounds.

If another snitch's trying to mess with the almighty Y/N-

...

Oh fuck...

I calmly reasoned: ,,Ayo. I swear-" I heard it growl angrily. I gulped, but furrowed my eyebrows uninterested. ,,I gave you an high-five.", I raised my hands to my chest and tried it again. ,,And you reject such a nice thing? Weren't you the one asking for one?-"

*ＲＯＡＲ*

...

Mum pick me up, I'm scared.

Neverless I cleared my throat. ,,Hugh, hUgH. Mhm. How rude...", I stated and started fake-sobbing. ,,All I wanted was some nice return and you give me a roar?" I crossed my arms and turned the other way. ,,Meanie."

I put down my bag sloppily and held it out to him, showing off. ,,See this? Even my backpack is so sad, it falls apart..." Just out of the blue, it did indeed fall apart.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!

I coughed again. ,,aNyWaY- I gotta go-" I was trying to drag my luggage along, but that jerk held it's foot on it. ,,aY- that!-", I immediatly argued, but it tucked quiet well at my already stripped bag. ,,That's mine! Give it back!" The gray creature chuckled and tucked so hard, that I fell on top of it. It startled the species, it probably thought it would tear the strip, but no, no.

I wasn't gonna give up. What's mine, is mine. I cannot believe I was rough-housing with an entity over my backpack. How embarassing... But then...

A haunting sound.

All my precious stuff I gathered. My favourite bag full of memories... SCATTERED ON THE FLOOR! Ok, I must admit: The material has seen better days in the human world. I could've bought a newer one, but I always said it was ok, just for another day.

The gray Duller scratched my pants softly with his claw. As if... as if he says sorry. What in Entitys name? Nevermind.

,,So." I glanced up to the creatures "face". ,,Since you were so good at tearing it, I'll lecture you now how to repair it. Believe me I'm an idiot when it comes to explaining."

I sat down and so did he.

,,So first off, we definitly need some newer fabric..."