Fix it & Survive (Backrooms)

Part 15 - A New Ally

So, I finally give you guys, the actual Fun War. I hope this is good, because I don't think I'm qualified enough to write this. 

New goal for myself: Update weekly.

So, motivation, I need to have a word with you.

*AHEM*

 STOP LEAVING ME!!!!!

😅

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J's POV:

- Level 52 will now go on lockdown mode. - a calm voice spoke from the speakers. - Please follow the norMAAL- the voice cut off, as I could hear screams and shouts down from the hallway. 

The bloody screams shouted, as the sirens turned to a bloody red, showing the gruesome sight. I knew I couldn't just stand here like a coward, I had to fight, whether I liked it, or not. My arm was swelling from the venom, but I ignored it, pulling down my sleeve once more. I noticed a crowbar laying near me on the floor, so I raise it up with my unbitten left hand, ready to fight these partygo- 

....... 

 I mean, intruders. After all, there is no way that the partygoers are bad.... right?

I slowly walk down the hallway, anxiously holding the crowbar, not really knowing what to expect. The hallways I once happily walked in were now stained with blood, an awful odor omitting from them. Suddenly, I hear a thud and snap my head towards the sound.

I caught a glimpse of one of the partypoopers being pinned down by 2 partygoers, the partygoers beating them to a pulp. Their was a rifle their, just out of reach for the poor partypooper.

"Don't worry, we'll give you a fun party, don't resist!" One of the partygoers screeched, and god damn, their voice was raspy. They were wearing a polka dot party hat, decorated with needles and blades, and their 'skin' was a tinted green.

"And why don't you take off those awful sunglasses, so we can have some fun? " The other partygoer cackled, reaching aggressively to take off the partypooper's shades, with their leathery orange skin. 

"F#ck you!" The partypooper sweared at them, as they kicked one of the partygoers in the face, leaving them with a even more bloodier face, a small rip forming across the surface of their skin.

"You are going to pay for that you little sh!t!" The orange one wiped off their face, their expression going from creepily happy to downright violently menacing, their wicked bloody smile looking as if it could kill. 

The orange partygoer tightly grasped their hands around them, trying to choke the partypooper to death. I gasp in horror, and knew I had to intervene. 

"Well, here goes nothing.." I whisper to myself, wielding the crowbar tightly, like it was the only thing that mattered, as sprinted down the hallway. I aimed my crowbar towards the partygoer as fast as possible, and swung the crowbar violently, sending a shockwave down my arms. 

"REE-" the crowbar hit their neck directly, almost decapitating the orange partygoer, as they hit the floor. I completely lost control of the crowbar, and it ended up sticking inside the partygoer's neck. My eyes took a quick glance at their body....

 and they were somehow still f#cking alive. 

They were slowly standing back up, as my face was covered in dread. 

"Hahaha, looks like we have a baby sad face, don't you want to join the fun?" The green one turned their attention to me, tilting their head, with a creepy eerie giggle. I instinctively, took a step back, adrenaline filling my body. The orange one pulled out the crowbar from their neck, and cackled loudly as they prepared to swing the weapon at me.

"Not so fast.." I serious voice spoke, and then a gun shot rang in my ears, as I instantly recoiled, clasping my hands on my ears. 

I spot the bullet in the orange partygoers head, as they collapse to the floor once more, this time, really dead. 

The green one swiftly punched the partypooper in the gut, before also getting shot, dropping dead onto the cold dirty floor.

"Hey kid, thanks for saving me." the partypooper turned towards me, and gave me a high-five. Their shades were sort of broken, but that just made them look more badass. 

"and thank you...?" I thank them back, unsure of what to call them, tilting my head to the side.

"Sar, you can call me Sar." They replied, as they reloaded their rifle, recollecting the bloodied bullets they had already used, and saving them. 

"Nice too meet you, I'm J." I respond. He simply nods back to my response. I look to check the crowbar, and it still seemed okay, given it was a bit dented. I yanked the crowbar out of their neck, with my left hand, holding in my urge to vomit. The scene was... graphic to say the least. 

"So, what are you doin out here?" they asked me, with a slightly curious tone as to why I wasn't inside with the others.  

".... it's a long story." I replied hesitantly, not really knowing what to say. "You're not going to send me back, are you?" I ask them, holding my right arm, since the venom was really starting to hurt now. 

"Nah, if you want to fight, you get your fight. Come on kid, we have a war to fight." Sar motions their hand for me to follow them, as I walk next to him, wondering where this adventure will go. 

I just hope everyone stays safe, and this is all a misunderstanding.....

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Thank you guys so much!!!

Just so you know, Sar is not my character, they are made by @Articalos_ 

@Articalos also makes beautiful backrooms content so go check them out!

 (Side note: Articalos if you are reading this plz give meh Sar's pronouns I don't want to mess it up and get cancelled-)