Note:
This book contains my backrooms OCs which are simply not canon entities in the M.E.G page.
And it's weird how I started this because of a sketch having a happy man and a sad man (partygoer and partypooper) become opposites of themselves- 🙂
A...
Us partypooper attacked the partygoers while wanderers helped them for their supposed "freedom".
I was there.
And I'll never forget what they've did to us.
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The memory was vivid.
But let me tell you what really happened.
You might've already knew the details of the fun war.
I fought with the partypoopers. Until...
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Lets just say a wanderer thought ahead of me.
Us partypoopers, we REALLY didnt want to break ties with the partygoers, but what had to be done just had to be done. Those so called "parties" were so.. morbid.
And those that we saved, those we cared about..
B e t r a y e d u s.
But i'm getting ahead of myself here.
Let's just start with the beginning.
At the moment the wanderer "stunned" me.
I woke up at the sight of nothing but the halls of level 52, messed up and looked like a dump, but there was no partypoopers left, and the partygoers fled the level.
