Kaspers Backrooms Travel stories

The Ruptured City

Level: The Ruptured City (Level 779)

The group emerged from the door into what felt like another reality—a far cry from the claustrophobic, waterlogged nightmare of the Submerged Halls. Instead, they found themselves standing in the middle of a vast, ruined cityscape, bathed in the dim, eerie light of an overcast sky. Towering, decaying skyscrapers loomed over them like hollowed-out skeletons, their windows shattered, the concrete crumbling at the edges. The air was heavy with dust and the scent of decay, and a cold wind howled through the empty streets.

Alyx, Cosmic, Fabian, Dusty, Kasper, and Trap took in their surroundings, each of them shaken by their previous ordeal but still driven by the need to survive. The ground beneath them was uneven, littered with debris—shattered glass, broken concrete, twisted metal. The city felt ancient, as though it had been abandoned for centuries, yet there was a strange, pulsing energy beneath the surface that made Alyx uneasy.

Trap limped behind the others, his injured leg from the Red Cathedral still slowing him down. His fur was matted with dried blood and grime, but his determination to keep going was clear in his strained expression. He had been through so much with the group, but everyone could see that the journey was taking its toll on him.

"Where are we now?" Dusty whispered, his voice hoarse. He stared at the towering structures with a mix of awe and fear. "It looks like... like Earth, but... wrong."

"It's never Earth," Cosmic muttered, his eyes scanning the skyline, looking for any signs of movement. "Just another version of the nightmare."

Fabian took the lead, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. "We need to find shelter. This place is too open, too exposed. We don't know what's out here."

Alyx nodded in agreement, though something about this level felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of impending doom that gnawed at his gut. They had faced creatures before—twisted things from the depths of the Backrooms—but this city felt like it held a more subtle, insidious danger.

As they moved deeper into the heart of the city, the ground beneath their feet began to vibrate softly, like the hum of a distant machine. The streets were eerily empty, not a single sign of life beyond the group. No birds, no animals—just the cold wind howling through the hollowed-out buildings.

Trap lagged behind, his limp worsening as his injured leg stiffened from their relentless pace. Alyx slowed to walk beside him, concern etching his features. "You alright, Trap?"

Trap forced a smile, though it was weak. "I'm fine. Just... slower than the rest of you." He took a labored breath, his body trembling slightly. "I'll catch up."

Alyx's heart twisted with guilt. They all knew Trap wasn't okay, but they had no choice. If they stopped for too long, the Backrooms had a way of catching up to them, of trapping them in ways they couldn't escape. But seeing Trap, who had been with them through so much, struggling like this—it made Alyx feel helpless.

"Just let me know if you need to stop," Alyx said softly, his voice barely audible above the wind.

As they continued forward, the buildings seemed to close in around them, the streets narrowing and twisting in impossible ways. The vibrations beneath the ground grew stronger, like something was alive beneath the city, stirring. The walls of the ruined buildings were covered in strange, pulsating growths—organic and metallic, veins of some unknown substance crawling up the sides like a parasite feeding on the city.

Kasper, walking just ahead, suddenly froze. "Guys... look."

The group followed his gaze, and their hearts sank. At the end of the street, something massive blocked their path. It was a grotesque, mechanical monstrosity—a towering machine fused with flesh and bone, its body a twisted amalgamation of metal and organic matter. Its arms were long, sharp blades, dripping with dark liquid. Its head was featureless, a smooth, metallic dome that seemed to pulse with energy.