Kaspers Backrooms Travel stories

The Fleshbound Metro: Level 432

Title: The Fleshbound Metro

Chapter 1: Into the Abyss

The stench hit them first. Thick, choking air filled with rot, metal, and something far worse—decay. They descended deeper into Level 432, dubbed The Fleshbound Metro, a cursed labyrinth of tunnels far below the Backrooms. The flickering, half-burnt-out lights gave off a sickly yellow hue, casting grotesque shadows along the cracked, bloodstained tiles. Graffiti marred every inch of the walls, but it wasn't ink or paint—it was something more visceral. Smears of flesh, bone, and blood stretched like twisted art, as if the walls themselves had become a canvas for suffering.

Kasper wrinkled his nose, his usual cocky grin fading into a grimace as he took in the surroundings. "I knew this was gonna be bad, but this is—"

"Hell," Fabian cut in, his fur on edge as his ears twitched. "This place reeks of death."

Fabian moved ahead, his sharp eyes scanning the tunnel as he tried to locate the source of the distant, wet, dragging sounds that echoed from deeper within. The ground beneath them squished unnaturally, as if they were walking on something alive. There was no breeze, no sense of air flow—just stagnant, festering heat.

"Something's wrong," Trap whispered, his bat-like wings twitching nervously. "There's something down here... watching."

As if on cue, the lights overhead dimmed further, casting the group into a near total darkness. Shadows stretched unnaturally, contorting into grotesque shapes along the walls. The tunnels felt alive, breathing, shifting like a predator waiting to strike.

Cosmic, his fur normally radiant, now appeared dulled under the oppressive weight of the metro's atmosphere. "This place isn't just haunted. It's hungry."

Chapter 2: The Flesh Train

Their footsteps echoed in the hollow, rotting tunnels, a deafening sound in the silence. The walls around them began to change, the metal and concrete giving way to something far more organic. Pulsating, slimy masses of flesh and sinew clung to the walls like tumors, twitching as the group passed by.

Alyx shivered, his heart-shaped light flickering weakly. "This isn't just a subway... It's a living thing."

The stench of blood grew stronger, and then they heard it—a slow, rhythmic pounding that reverberated through the floor beneath their feet. It was the heartbeat of the metro itself, echoing like a war drum in their heads.

Suddenly, the screeching of train wheels tore through the tunnel, louder than anything they'd ever heard before. A distant train rushed forward out of the darkness, but this was no ordinary train. It was twisted, mutated, a horrific amalgamation of rusted metal and rotting flesh. The front car bulged grotesquely, pulsating like a festering wound as it barreled toward them.

"Run!" Fabian yelled, and they all broke into a sprint down the blood-slicked tracks.

The train bore down on them with impossible speed, its twisted wheels screeching as it tore through the walls, splattering blood and chunks of meat in its wake. Kasper stole a glance behind him, his heart pounding in his chest. Inside the train, pale, decayed figures pressed against the windows, their hollow eyes fixated on him, their mouths stretching into silent screams.

"Faster!" Cosmic shouted, but no matter how fast they ran, the train seemed to keep pace, its fleshy wheels crunching over the bones embedded in the track.

Without warning, Dusty skidded to a stop, spotting an open door leading to a side tunnel. "In here!" he shouted.

They ducked into the passageway just as the train screeched past them, its shrill whistle piercing the air like a wail of the damned.