Fix it & Survive (Backrooms) [OLD]

Part 8 - Our friend group

Sorry that it took so long to upload this chapter! I lost track of time. 😅

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Just before we noclipped away into another level, I heard R running  toward us.

-HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO J!- R charged at us, with full speed. They tried to grab me away from the partygoer, but before they could, we were all yanked into a new level, no-clipping. We fell from the ceiling, with R and the partygoer both managing to land nicely onto their feet, thankfully. However, I managed to somehow land on my back, hitting my head against the floor on impact. 

- Oh my god are you okay?- R worriedly asked, lending their hand out to help me up. It made sense, considering I told them how last time I fell on my head, I went unconscious. Why do I keep landing on my head all the time?

- Ya, I'm fine R.- as I was about to accept their offered hand, the partygoer lifted me up by my arms, and man, they were really strong. -Wha?- I panicked, until they quickly put me on my feet. It was weird, how they had so much more strength than me, despite us almost being the same size. R simply stared at them, while they held my hand tightly. -It's okay guys, I know my way around this place, just stick with me!- They giggled, refusing to let go of my hand.  - Um, okay.. But can you not hold my hand so hard?- I asked, still wincing in pain. -Oh I'm so sorry!!- They screeched, causing R to immediately cover their ears with their hands. However, I felt a bit more used to it, though it still made my eardrums bleed. They must have noticed us covering our ears, and they apologized. 

I looked around at our surroundings, filled with computers, desks, chairs, and a bunch of papers. Remembering about reading about such a level, I guessed that this had to be level 4. The partygoer lead us deeper into the level, to maybe a way to no-clip out of here.

- Ugh, do you even know where you're going, smiley trash bag*?- R groaned, still not trusting the partygoer, clearly. - Don't call me that, please.- The partygoer  spoke in a menacing tone, causing R to shut up. It felt as if they weren't getting along with each other, I wonder why. The partygoer continued walking cheerfully, decided to tell us a few facts about the level that they learned. - And this place doesn't have many hostile entities, which is why there are a lot of wanders here! Perfect for, supplies.- They cheerfully smiled, and I have a feeling I know why. - Uh, by the way, what should we call you?-  I asked them. I never really got their name the first time we met, so this ought to be interesting.

- Wow, I really never told you my name? That's really strange!- then their was a pause. They turned to R and spoke,

- My designated number is #42, not smiley trash bag.- they stated, with a bitter tone in their voice, though I couldn't see their face. 

- As for you, you can call me whatever!- They went back to their cheerful tone turning to me.

- Oh, then can I call you, _____?- I asked.

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* Undertale reference, if you get it cool!

Also, you guys see that I left a blank for the partygoers name. I've decided that I should give you guys a chance to name them! Just make sure their name is gender neutral and means something happy, or party-ish. (ex: Joy, Hope, Glad, etc.) If you guys don't choose one, I'll probably just go with one other ones above. Can't wait to see your opinions!