Lewdrooms: The Second Coming

Chapter 8 - Awoken

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Y/N noticed three things when he woke up. The first was that he had an ear-splitting headache, the second was that he was on the floor, and the third, of course.

He was still in the Backrooms

"Well, now it's definitely not a dream..." Y/N said to himself.

He stood up and tried to regain his bearings to remember what happened. As he looked around he saw that the house was badly damaged, the door had been bashed in and practically every furniture was either snapped in half, thrown, or damaged in some particular way. He let out a groan as he attempted to stand up, before wincing and holding the back of his head in pain. Y/N moved his hand back to the front of his face and saw that there was a familiar red liquid dripping from it.

"Blood." He said before quickly wiping it off "That's not good."

Y/N decided to focus on more important matters, like finding all of his discarded stuff. He went around the badly damaged room and tried to salvage what was remaining.

"Man, these guys went wild with this place." Y/N said as he looked at the broken television in front of him "Even the TV's damaged."

He continued to look through the house for a few more minutes, barely managing to find any functioning object, but with no luck, Y/N let out a hefty sigh as he sat down on one of the broken halves of the couch.

"This is hopeless," He uttered "Everything here's been practically turned to dust. What am I supposed to do now..."

While Y/N was thinking, a sudden rustling sound emerged from a pile of wood next to him. An unsurprised Y/N slowly turned his head towards it, already expecting another surprise attack from some random horny monster. Taking on a ready stance and grabbing a nearby weapon which, coincidentally, was a block of wood, he waited for the right time to strike. Only to be surprised by a familiar white hand bursting through it.

A familiar moth hand.

"Silky?" Y/N called out.

"Y/N!?" She replied, "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Quickly rushing to the situation, Y/N removed the wood to reveal a very bruised Silky. Her fur was matted and she looked like she went through a version of hell, but once she saw Y/N she let out a whimper,

"Hi..." He said to her.

TIMESKIP

Silky and Y/N sat on the broken couch, with the latter bandaging her wounds. He had to move carefully though since she would flinch in pain at every move he made.

"What even happened to you?" He asked.

Silky remained silent, as a few tears were seen at the corners of her eyes. Y/N sighed as he continued to patch her up. Once finished, he stood up and held his hand up to her.

"If you're just going to ignore me, then that's fine, but we should at least try to find our friends."

Silky looked at his hand, before looking back at him, she let out a sigh before she reluctantly accepted it. As he hoisted her up, she let out a sharp inhale and held her injured arm. Y/N looked at her with a look of worry and quickly picked her up, earning some shouts of rebuttal from her.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" She hit him lightly "PUT ME DOWN!"

"You wanna walk by yourself?" He simply said.

That was enough to get Silky to shut up. However, she let out a sigh of frustration while Y/N only continued to carry her. He walked outside and went through the forest, navigating through the dark path.