Matt Terrence finds himself the legendary 'creepypasta', the Backrooms. What will he encounter there? What will he see? Most importantly, will he survive?
I grab the wire hand, swing the fingers on the sewer pipe beside me (wait what?), hoping to deter whatever lurks in the dark behind me. Of course, it doesn't. A humanoid creature, hunched, with no facial features, stumbles towards me, as if it hasn't yet learned the masterful art of graceful walking. I scream in desperation and raise the wire hand high. I slam in down on the creatures bald head. Blood sprays.
The creature slumps. I tug the makeshift wire weapon out. The creature's brains can be seen, glistening with pink blood. Quickly, I take the creature's shirt off, wiping off the blood from my face. I then wrap the cutting edge of my makeshift weapon's handle with a thin strip, giving me grip when I practice swing it again. Perfect. I then take the creature's cargo pants and exchange it for my trousers. Now, I can securely say that I am probably enjoying this despite the fact that I am in mortal danger. The surroundings around me are different to the habitat of the wire figure. Sewer pipes run down the stony walls. It looks as if I am in a giant storm drain.
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I trudge on. Sometimes, when I was young, I would pretend there was a there was a monster down the bathtub, and I would clog the bathtub with all sorts of bits and pieces. That was until I watched Stephen King's IT, and I never knew the bathtub as the same, fun old play area anymore. Now, I feel a sense of déjà vu as I walk through the tunnels. I'm hoping on my luck that I can find another one of those rectangle panels of light. From the depths of my memory, I can remember something like this. It was called... The Backrooms. There were over quintillions of levels and why should I care to ever think that I could make it out alive?
I sigh. I just wish sometimes I could be a normal teenager.
Walking for hours. Haven't seen anything, except for the occasional faceless creature, which shuffles away from me. Sometimes, I knock them unconscious and loot them of their clothes.
Recalling the memories from the past. Thinking the Backrooms was just a hoax. How naive I was.
Bored. Given up on the constant aimless searching. Hoping I can rest. Giving way to sleep. Lids growing heavy... Then, I am jolted awake by screaming.
Immediately I stand up. I run to the sound of the screaming, only to realise it's coming from behind me. I turn.
A horrifying screech sounds as a black, spider-like creature lunges at me. Before it bites of my face with it's odd glowing mouth, I smash it down to a sewer pipe with my wire weapon. It was cut neatly in half.
Black substance oozes out as I lug the creature along, wanting to study it. I drop it the moment I see a door. My hopes surge. I barge against the door, not bothering to use the knob. It opens. To reveal... My biggest mistake. Tons of glowing eyed and mouthed entities surge forward. I whip my wire stick and break the fragile horde in half. The monsters lunge ant me frantically, in a frenzy, wanting to get a taste of me. I cut down a path of monsters, and yet still more come. One bites out a chunk of my arm, and I howl in renewed fury. I swing harder, faster, not caring whether I am injured. Before I know it, the glowing monster all lie dead, on the floor cut in half or broken and crushed after being stepped on. My legs are bleeding all over, chunks ripped of. My arms are full of bite marks, but the monsters didn't get the chance to rip them off. I warily step through the monster piles, wanting to get out in case more comes, but something catches my eye. It's two small cartons of 'almond water', and in the darkness beyond, the panel of light.
