Backrooms Shit posts until I actually start rewriting that one story thing

Something soooo epic

2021

1996

Strolling through the rain.

Trekking through the snow.

Foggy skies.

Thick gray clouds.

Darkness is what illuminates the sky at this hour.

I hate to say it, but we aren't very different, are we?

Actually, we are. We have many differences, that was extremely cliche. Sorry.

Your life begins,

My life ends.

Doesn't sound fair, does it?

You stop in your tracks, drawn to the brick wall.

I keep walking

A weird patch of lighter bricks in the shape of a door, which was probably nothing special, it's an old building after all.

Leaving the snow, I walk through the parking lot. The ground frosted with ice, I try not to slip.

But despite my best efforts, I slip and fall.

Gone, just like that. Pronounced missing 24 hours later.

You poke the wall, feeling your whole hand immediately fall asleep as it makes contact.

It rains harder. Some say rain is the tears of the Gods above. But that's irrelevant.

You can feel someone breathing down your neck, and you're about to turn your heel to leave.

Cold hands push you forward, going straight through the brick wall.

And with that, our story begins.

You claim this world as your own, you were the "hero". But what did you ever do to earn that title?

How did I earn the title of the "villain"? It just becomes more stupid the longer you think about it.

You live in your head, you act like this is your "story". But you're no story book character.

I brought you into this world, a gift some would say...

I may not be Justice, but I can easily strike you down.

And nobody will miss you, Kristen.

And this 'world' belongs to no one.

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KSHSIYHXIXGDHZJD If you're looking at this and think I changed something, I did. I rewrote half of it, and I might come back to edit it again 🤪