The Backrooms

The Sidewalk

       The Backrooms

(Based on a creepypasta and game by Puppet Combo and wrote into reality)

October 28, 1979

"I woke up in an instant when I heard the screams of my mother coming from our downstairs living quarters. Darn it, he's doing it again. I grabbed the bat from the top of the drawer to defend myself against him. I ran downstairs as fast as I could to prevent him from hurting her anymore. I begged him to stop and he gave me a look. He was not in the mood for someone to intervene in his tantrums. He started shifting his focus onto me. Good. I signaled my mom to go to our neighbor's house and get help while I held down the angry man. He lunged at me, I tried to dodge but he got ahold of me and punched me to the ground. I felt the air escape my lungs as I hit the hardwood floor of our home. I got up as he got ready for another punch. I don't think I can do this, I need help. I looked over at the right of his hair filled shoulder. The phone, I can't get to it. I realized I was behind the door to our house. The police station was only 3 blocks away. I could run to it and free me and my mom of this monster. I decided to run for it so I rushed out the door and ran as fast as I could, hearing my step-dad cursing at me from the door."

"Man, it sure is dark out here, why'd I think this was a good idea. I'm out of breath I need to slow down a little bit then go back to saving my mom."

"Woah w-what the hell. Should my foot be doing that? Why is it-it's going through the sidewalk like it's made out of water. Will my hand go through it to- AH AHHHHHHHHH-"

DAY 1

Charlie Foster, a 17-year-old teenager who suffers from anxiety problems, has found himself in a place where reality messes with you and your problems. Whatever will he do?

Charlie woke up on a moist and yellow carpet with a blinding yellow light staring him down. He got up, shaking his head as if he had fallen off a high ledge. He looked at his surroundings. Around him were yellow office walls with no doors and had the same design of wallpaper all throughout the walls. His heart started to speed up and he was beginning to hyperventilate. "HELLO?" he called out into the emptiness of the rooms. He started to start wandering around these rooms calling out for someone, anyone to help him.

He was scared and alone stuck wandering around these rooms of mono yellow.

DAY 2

Charlie hadn't slept or eaten in over 20 hours. He was tired, hungry, and he wanted to go home. Charlie falls to the ground due to his exhaustion clutching his stomach. Charlie starts to cry as he accepts his fate for ending up in the wrong areas and passes out.

"Hey, kid are you okay??" Charlie lifted his eyes to see a girl in a purple winter jacket and a pink hat covering her hazel colored hair. "HEY ARE YOU DEAD?" Now. Charlie was really awake. "Here, drink this." The girl offered Charlie a half-drunk bottle of water. Charlie grabbed it and started pouring it down his throat. "Hey! Slow down, I don't have much of that left y'know. '' Charlie hearing this stops chugging the water leaving some left. "T-Thank you," Charlie says. "No problem man! Anyone who looks like they're dead, deserves water!". Sally pulls out a chocolate bar from her backpack and holds it out for Charlie. "You're probably hungry too". Charlie took it out of her hand and munched it down within seconds. "Thank you so much for the food!" Charlie thanks the stranger. "Ah, it's okay no need to thank me again" She responds. "So, what's your name? I'm Charlie." "I'm Sally."