A place out of reality, the backrooms. An infinite amount of hallways, rooms, levels, and the unknown.
YOU were chosen to escape this place. Goodluck. (reader x backrooms + oneshots)
This story will include just you. No characters will be mentioned.
Song: void__19###-A - No Love In The House Of Gold
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It was hard to breathe. The walls with pipes blocking both sides of your body. Stretching your arms, you could feel both sides of the wall. It's not all the time you feel claustrophobic but at a time like this, nobody would blame you if you did feel this way. Who wouldn't?
It's not just the claustrophobia that's bothering you. It might just be your imagination, due to how long you've been in here....but it felt like someone was watching your every move.
No matter what room you went into, or just kneeled in the corner to take a break, it felt like you were still being watched.
In case this scenario wasn't bad enough, this place was boiling hot. It was in fact room temperature, cold even, but the anxiety, the sweat, the nervousness, made you feel like you were in a sauna.
At some moments, you thought you saw a black figure at the end of these old, rusted, hallways, but the amount of times you've seen that black figure, it scared you less and less. At some point you tried running towards the thing.. The problem was your energy levels have been completely cut down for the lack of how mentally exhausted you were.
I would've started crying if I was in your position, but you? You were already dried up with tears. Even if you wanted to cry, it would've taken too much energy from you. So instead, you walked, walked even if your body didn't want to anymore.
Let's not forget you have survival needs too. Food, water, shelter, you had none of it. If you consider where you are shelter, then go ahead and believe it, what about food? What about water?
You walked into one of the rooms, trying to find something, maybe something, anything to eat, even if they are bugs. It's been days since you've eaten. You at least assumed it was days.
The room seemed to look like a boiler room, with the huge machinery in the corner of the room. It was really dusty there. Every step you took, little explosions of dust came beneath your feet.
'No sign of anyone coming here recently,' you thought to yourself.
Looking around the room, you sadly found nothing you could feast on.
As you were about to leave, in the corner of your eye, there was finally a shine of light. A duffel bag that seems to be full of something
You turned around and started walking towards it. Unzipping the duffel bag, as the noise of the zipper filled the quiet ambience, other than the noises from the boiler.
There it was.
A bag of bread, pieces ripped apart, and 3 to what seemed like clean water bottles. The expiration date seemed to be long gone, 1997? Those numbers weren't even close to stopping you from eating it. Even when crumbs fell to the ground, you kept eating.
