Into the Backrooms

Chapter 1: Level 0

"Yellow won't be the only color they see today."

Starring: Cisco, Timmothy, Denaven, Becky, Pesto, and Adeline.

I woke up groggily. My head was burning and it was not something that normally happens. My eyes opened and all I saw was yellow. It smelled like mold and dust, with walls covered in the same yellow wallpaper, with bits here and there peeled off of the walls. The floor was the same monotonous carpet, with the floor damp all over. The walls were all the same, with a power outlet.

There were about four entrance ways into other rooms, all bearing the same wallpaper and flooring, and around me were three people, all standing around me, with looks of shock on their faces. They mouthed something, but I couldn't hear a word they said, as I never could. I signaled that I couldn't hear them. They looked at me with clear-cut confusion on their face, before one of them opened their mouth wide and signaled back that they understood. She - I think it's a she - had blue hair, with only the tips dyed black. Said tips formed into points, with a large ponytail in the back. They had a straw in their mouth and were chewing on it, I think? Hard to tell. Anyway, they had a white t-shirt, with gray sleeves. A name tag on their chest indicated they were a worker. From the fact that they looked like they were in their 20's, I presumed a store worker of some kind. Didn't really care about that though. What I cared about was where the hell I was. I signaled the question, and they responded with a shrug. Which is when I noticed another peculiar thing. In one hand, they held an orange Halloween mask, and in the other... She didn't have another hand. Let alone another arm. It was cut off from the elbow and formed a stump at the end. I inquired and got one word, 'birth'.

There were two other people. Both were engaging with each other in, I presumed, verbal communication. One of which was a small boy, well, smaller than me at least. They wore a khaki shirt and darker green cargo shorts, a backpack strapped to their back with a red and green handkerchief around their neck, topped off by a green hat with an emblem on the front. Ug. Kids. I hate kids. They were always a pain in the ass to deal with. This one was a scout no less. The other person looked to be about the same age as Becky. They signaled me their name, along with the other two's names. The boy was Timmothy, and the other person was Denaven. Denaven looked like a timid piece of shit. His shirt was purple with orange stripes covering it horizontally. He held a flashlight, and his pockets were bulging. His hair was greasy too, way the hell too greasy. The U.S. Government would invade that shit if they could. The remainder of the discussion proceeded with bits and snippets being signaled. God, could this person just have gotten even a little better? Sure, I can understand a lot of it, but jesus fuck.

Then, everyone froze at once. As if something happened somewhere. I looked around, and then back at Becky. She signaled us to follow them. We collectively did. Others being more informed than I was, but given I had no idea where the fuck I was, it was, without a doubt, very unnerving.

A few rooms down, we came to a corner room, and, in doing so, found a lumbering man crouched on the floor on the other end of the room in the corner. I'd bet if he stood he'd be fucking 7 feet tall. He looked at us. I tensed, before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my knife. I would fight my way out of here if I could. Which was when I realized, I didn't know that my knife was in my pocket before. The lumbering man stood, his skin was pale, and that's coming from a half-mexican. Like this person hadn't touch grass his entire fucking life. He brightened up at seeing the little shit Timmy (Yes, I'm calling him Timmy now) and started walking towards us.

Now, being 7 ft tall wasn't just a joke, no, this mother fucker was huge as hell. He was way taller than I was, and I'm pretty tall! He looked at all of us, then back at Timmy. I think they started talking? But the big guy's mouth wasn't moving. Which was when I realized he had no mouth. How were they communicating with this thing? Everyone then stiffened up again. Whatever scared them before was back and I did not intend to find out what would happen. It was then when around the corner came the most terrifying thing I'd ever fucking seen.