(A/N: I will be refering to the partypooper with male pronoun as partypoopers are described in one of the entries as 'men in masks')
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A loud crash was heard before the figure of a tall man was seen in the corridors of the school; level 52. The teenage facelings which occupied the school as students seemed to be frozen as the terribly bruised figure limped its way through the hall. Hand covering his presumed face which may or may not be a mask. Long strands of Dark hair poke from his poorly damaged mask, which later was to be revealed to be once carved and carefully of a frowning face.
The injured masked man gets up, stumbling in the progress before be able to properly stand up. The teenage facelings walk a bit closer towards the masked man.
"What happened?" The Partypooper asked the facelings,
"We should take you to, Mr freeman. He knows what to do." They answer. The Partypooper nods as they move past the destroyed hallways into a more cleaner hallway surrounded by lockers.
"Who..?" He asks the students,"Don't worry, follow us. I can't believe your kind survived!" One of the other students claims.
"My kind, survived?"
"You don't...know..?"
"Know what?What Happened?" The Partypooper asked, who stopped walking to look at the student facelings.
"The fun war."
YOU ARE READING
Breaking old traditions - Backrooms
RandomCover art by me along with any other art seen in the book is by me, unless I specify the art isn't. --- Centric around the sole surviving partypooper after the fun war, and the life of the Backrooms and such. He wasn't going to make the same mistake...
