(In progress until Wattpad doesn't let me add any more parts.)
Note: These are NOT based on the actual Backrooms. So there are no levels or entities or anything related to the Backrooms. I'm just using the image for inspiration. If you are the creat...
He vacuumed the floors, minding his own business as classic rock blasted through his earbuds. Although he worked at an expensive and famous hotel, his paycheck was not all that great, but it was was enough to support his living expenses. However, he felt a sense of adventure is missing in his life. After all, his life was nothing but clean, clean, clean, then go home and live the last few hours of the day as a normal human. It was very boring.
He vacuumed near the dining room, where you were not allowed to enter unless you had a reservation. He stood, vacuuming the bright red carpet floors in the hallways with tan walls. Every few feet was a fancy painting hanging on the wall, or a small table with a vase full of beautiful flowers. The flowers were thrown away more often than anyone would think. Such a shame, for admirable beauty to be thrown away at a moment's notice.
The man, who was entering his senior years, was completely alone in the hallway. He hasn't seen another soul for what felt like ages. To sum it up, he felt at peace.
And a little curious.
He stood right next to the door that lead to the reserved dining room. Even though he has been cleaning the hotel for a year, he has never gotten a peek inside the room.
Maybe...
He turned off the vaccum and music, stuffed his earbuds with his phone in his pocket, and stretched his hand toward the doorknob. To his surprise, the door was left open, as it swung wide open inside. The man took a few glances and listened carefully before stepping inside, dragging the vaccum with him.
Despite the darkness, many pairs of chairs surrounding a table were seen, all covered in a white cloth. Unlike the floors in any other room of the building, this room had a stiff wooden floor. A miniature stage was toward his right, but nothing was sitting on it. As the man stepped further inside, he discovered see-through windows on each side.
Strange, for there were no windows when he was in the hallway.
He sat down on a chair in the far right of the room, close to the stage. He thanked the moon for its bright light. Without it, he would not be able to see a thing, for this strange room did not have any lights or lamps.
The man suddenly felt a sense of dread.
"Testing, testing," a handsome voice said, sounding like he was speaking through a microphone. "1 2 3, can anyone hear me?"
The man regained his focus and looked at the stage. On it was a man in a dark tuxedo, who had a nicely shaved goatee. His dark hair was smoothed back to a point. His skin was so dangerously smooth, but his voice even more so.
Before the old man could ask who the man on the stage was, the stage man said, "Nice to see you all. The name's Michael, but you know me as the Devil."
Devil? But why is he talking like he's talking to a crowd when I'm the only one here?
A squawk next to the man nearly made him jump out of his chair. Sitting next to him was a tall, strange bird-like creature. Suddenly, he was surrounded by all sorts of demons, ghouls, and creatures, all having their attention focused on the man who called himself the Devil.
"As usual, we will go over our list of new recruits," continued the Devil. "But first, have a nice feast. It's all on me." He snapped his fingers. In an instant, a long table of appetizing dishes appeared in front of the stage, each dish something only the wealthy would be able to afford.
The man was amused, but still cautious. He should keep his head up and try not to stand out so much.
"Go ahead. Treat yourselves, my friends." The Devil snapped his fingers, and dissapeared from the stage. Not long after, all of the strange creatures ran to the table, preparing their own dish of food. Meanwhile, the man sat and tried to gather what was going on.
"My, I have never seen you around before," a voice said next to him. The man looked to his left and saw the Devil looking down at him, his shiny red, beady eyes staring into his soul. "Are you one of the new recruits? I haven't looked at the list yet, so I apologize on my behalf."
For the Devil, he was surprisingly well-mannered.
"I'll be honest here, Mr. Devil," said the old man, scratching his head. "I have no idea what's going on. I clean the areas outside of this room, but decided to enter for I have never been in here. I just so happened to get caught in your meeting. I'll take my leave now." He stood up to leave, but the Devil pushed him back into his seat.
"Let's talk for a little while, Mr.?
"Ray."
"Mr. Ray. You see, I can't have any mortal running around with my secret, can I? So I'm afraid we're going to have to come up with some sort of compromise."
"And what might that be?"
"Sell me your soul, and I'll let you walk around freely."
Well, the man had no one to blame himself. It was his sense of adventure that got the best of him, something he created by himself from the overwhelming sense of boredom. Giving up a soul isn't something someone would agree to without giving it much thought. If he did so, would he spend all eternity in hell? Would be be tortured everyday? These were events likely to occur.
"And if I decline?" The man asked.
"Then I will be forced to drag you back with me, and torture you however I wish." The Devil harmlessly smiled.
That answered one of his questions. Well, two of them actually.
The man looked at the table of creatures.
It would be nice to have a unique group of acquaintances.
"I accept," said the man.
"Good choice," replied the Devil. He held out his hand toward the man, saying, "Shake my hand, and your soul will be mine."
The man hesitated at first, but then shook the Devil's hand quickly. In the blink of an eye, the man was shrouded in darkness, forever trapped the Devil's little mindgame.
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