Kaspers Backrooms Travel stories

The Abyss Of Eyes

Backrooms Level 666 – "The Abyss of Eyes"

The air was colder than death itself. As soon as Dusty, Trap, Cosmic, Alyx, Fabian, and Kasper emerged into Level 666, they could feel the dread hanging like an invisible noose around their necks. They stood on a narrow metal catwalk, suspended in a black void so deep and vast it seemed to swallow everything. The only light came from an endless sea of glowing, bloodshot eyes staring at them from every direction—floating in the darkness, watching their every move.

Cosmic, standing at the front, narrowed his violet eyes. His fur bristled under the oppressive gaze of the countless eyes. There was no warmth, no comfort here—just the suffocating weight of being observed. We need to keep moving.

"This place is worse than any level we've been to," Dusty muttered, hooves clinking softly against the metal as he took a step closer to Cosmic. "Where do we even go?"

Cosmic's cosmic-patterned fur seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light as he studied the endless catwalk ahead of them. "We move forward. Don't look back," he said, his voice low but firm. His usually calm demeanor had shifted into something more intense. He knew that if they hesitated for too long, they would die here.

Alyx glanced over the edge of the catwalk, his ears twitching. "What's with all these damn eyes? What's watching us?" His tail flicked nervously as the void seemed to pull at him.

"They're waiting," Cosmic murmured, glancing to the side where several bloodshot eyes blinked in eerie unison. "Waiting for us to make a mistake."

Trap's sharp eyes darted around. He twitched his wings, clearly on edge. "I don't trust this. We're walking into something, aren't we?"

"We don't have much choice," Cosmic replied, his voice tight. "Staying here isn't an option."

They moved forward in tense silence, the clanging of their feet against the metal catwalk echoing faintly in the void. The eyes watched them, unblinking, as the cold of the abyss seemed to seep into their bones. Kasper, trailing behind in his oversized hoodie, looked over his shoulder constantly, his glowing blue eyes wide with fear.

A sound—faint, like a low scrape—echoed from behind them.

Trap stopped dead in his tracks, his bat-like ears perking up. "Did you hear that?"

The group froze. The silence pressed in harder now, and they could all hear it—soft, almost methodical. Like claws on metal.

Cosmic turned, his sharp gaze scanning the darkness. "Keep moving," he commanded. "They're coming."

They all looked behind them and saw it—something crawling out of the void. The creatures were barely human. Their bodies were twisted, limbs too long and jagged, their featureless faces covered in hundreds of tiny, bloodshot eyes. They crawled on all fours, claws scraping against the catwalk with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Shit," Dusty cursed, taking an instinctive step back. "What the hell are those?"

Cosmic didn't falter. "Run."

Without hesitation, they bolted down the catwalk. The metal groaned beneath their weight, but they didn't dare stop. The creatures behind them moved faster now, their claws raking against the steel, the sound like nails on a chalkboard.

Trap, wings flaring out as he ran, glanced back and swore. "They're gaining!"

Cosmic led the charge, his mind racing as he scanned the abyss ahead. "Don't stop! There's no room for mistakes!"

The creatures behind them were relentless, their eyeless, featureless faces turned toward the fleeing group. The catwalk stretched out endlessly, twisting and buckling beneath their feet. Kasper tripped, his oversized hoodie catching on a jagged piece of metal, and for a moment, time seemed to slow.