𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱ⁻ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ

-𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃-[𝐏.𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤]

[Paper mask] [idk what to call this]
[They/Them pronouns]

UltraJackieJackal sorry for the long wait

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒, 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍
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(Y/n) wandered through the monotonous yellow walls of Level 0 in the Backrooms, feeling disoriented and utterly lost. Their footsteps echoed eerily, creating an unsettling rhythm in the desolate corridor. The flickering fluorescent lights above offered little guidance, casting long, ominous shadows that danced on the walls.

Lost in thought, (Y/n) rounded a corner, only to come face-to-face with an enigmatic figure—a Paper Mask, its papery visage concealing any discernible features. Its presence was both perplexing and unsettling.

Startled, (Y/n) stumbled backward, their heart racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. They cautiously observed the Mask, wondering if it held answers in this bewildering maze.

"Hello?" (Y/n) called out tentatively, their voice echoing into the hollow emptiness of the corridor.

The Mask remained silent, unmoving, almost as if it were observing (Y/n) with an otherworldly curiosity of its own.

Shivering slightly, (Y/n) took a step forward, their curiosity overcoming their unease. "Can you... understand me?"

Still, the Mask remained silent, its papery surface impassive, yet there was an inexplicable aura about it that seemed to communicate without words.

Frustration mingled with confusion as (Y/n) struggled to comprehend this bizarre encounter. They reached out, their hand trembling, hesitant to touch the enigmatic artifact.

Suddenly, a faint whisper—almost imperceptible—seemed to resonate from the depths of the Backrooms, a whisper that echoed through (Y/n)'s mind like a faint breeze. A whisper of guidance or warning, impossible to discern.

(Y/n) recoiled, withdrawing their hand in shock, their heart pounding louder against their chest. The whisper lingered for a moment, leaving them bewildered and unsure.

The Paper Mask remained motionless, yet in that frozen stillness, there was a sense of understanding—an unspoken connection between (Y/n) and the mysterious artifact that transcended words.

Feeling a mix of fascination and trepidation, (Y/n) took a step back, their mind swirling with unanswered questions. With a final glance at the unmoving Mask, they continued their journey through the labyrinthine corridors of the Backrooms, haunted by the enigmatic encounter with the silent, inscrutable guardian of Level 0.

*I can't say sorry enough for the wait*