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 you and a friend. Will also briefly mention a group of childhood friends. You can imagine them as family members, friends, your choice.
Song: you not the same - slowed down version - TileKid
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Warning in advance: This level may not be exactly written the same way as made to, but will still have the same vibe, don't worry.
A flashlight at hand, entering another level, you were located in a large mall. It looked vaguely familiar but didn't ring a bell quite yet. Your friend was behind you the entire time, since there was only one flashlight you two could share, you were the one to use it.
"In most cases, I'd be extremely scared of this creepy place, but at this point, I'm getting used to it already," your friend said, laughing quietly in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"For real. Before, I needed the whole sun in here to feel better," you replied to the comment.
"For real..."
As you and your friend continued to look around, you could see multiple shops left and right, including an upstairs as well.
"I swear I've seen this mall before, but I don't even know anymore," you told the friend behind you.
"Yeah."
As you were about to turn your flashlight to another direction, it randomly turned off.
"No, no, no, you've got to be kidding me," followed with a sigh of disappointment.
"The battery died?" your friend asks, knowing the answer already.
"This thing was fully charged two seconds ago," you say, smashing the flashlight with your hand hoping it would start working again. Doing this for a couple more seconds, nothing happened. "Well, now we're screwed," your friend said, unable to see him but knowing where he was standing by the sound of where their voice was coming.
"You got another flashlight on you?"
"Bro, why would I have another one just not to use it?" your friend said bluntly.
"Bruh you-"
"Maybe we can find a flashlight store somewhere," your friend cut off.
"Bro, that question was even worse than mine."
"Alright, alright, sorry."
"I got an idea, let's rest in one of the shops while we figure something out. Gonna be better than staying out here in the open."
Your friend kept silent, but you assumed they would follow along with the plan. You both seemed to have entered a bookstore, with the only light that can be seen is candles on some bookshelves. You could see your friend in the corner of your eye looking a bit anxious. You were gonna say something but thought it was best to keep quiet for now.
