(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...
"Can you get in," she asked, sucking a lollipop while dangling on a chain link fence.
As I frantically typed on my screen, I said to her, "Yes, give me a minute. They don't call me the best hacker in the world for no reason."
"They call you the best hacker in the world because no one knows who you are."
I snorted, but refused to give up and get into a fight with this punk. I was known as 1001error.exe around the world, mainly because I hacked into accounts and websites and imported viruses into them. Don't get me wrong, I didn't do this to random people or just for fun, but to people who deserve to have their accounts hacked and being forced to be deleted. After all, the world has become so advanced in technology, loosing your social media profile is like loosing your identity.
Even the skies represent the vaporwave aesthetic. The sky above us were beautiful shades of purple, with little twinkling stars scattered everywhere you look. We sat on the top of a high school roof that had glowing green edges. Oddly enough, a small collection of bright buildings sat in the distance, and next to us was the rooftop entrance of another building. Places all over the world decided to stack buildings upon buildings to make more space, but that only made things more confusing.
The punk I was helping paid me to hack her abusive ex-boyfriend's account. Very few people knew about my identity. Actually, none did. I also created a small microchip I inject into people to make them forget about my true identity. I obtain customers by overhearing them talk bad about someone, then reveal myself and offer help. After the work is done, I inject the microchip, and the next morning on we act like nothing ever happened.
"Done and done," I said to the punk, after successfully importing a virus into the ex-boyfriend's account. She hopped off the fence and stared at my screen. "Transfer complete" in big, red words flashed before our eyes. In a couple seconds, the words disappeared, and the screen goes blank and tells us the boy can't be found.
"Huh, guess you weren't lying after all," she mumbled, licking her lollipop in an erotic manner. "See you." She turned to the rope we used to climb up here.
"Wait," I called out after her. She stopped, and I held out my hand.
"What," she growled. "Just because you're a girl too, don't mean I'm going to treat you like a princess."
"That's fine. I shake hands after I help out those in need. If we don't shake hands, that tells me you won't keep my identity a secret." I harmlessly smiled at her.
She stared at my hand for a moment. Eventually, she says, "Whatever." And shakes my hand. As I injected the microchip inside, it shocked the both of us a little. She quickly draws her hand back, cursing like a sailor.
"Sorry, must've been from the technology," I purr. "Have a nice night."
As the punk walks away, I hear her mumble "computer freak" under her breath. That's fine, I was used to backlash. Once she wakes up next morning, she won't have the slightest memory of this moment.
A weird fuzzy noise emits from behind me. I turn to see a weird line on my computer screen. Odd, that's never happened before. Did it needed updating? Or perhaps I didn't pay attention to the battery?
"Hello, 1001error.exe," a distorted voice said through the screen, and the straight line moved into squiggly lines. "Or should I say, Anna."
Okay, so this really never happened before. Someone somehow hacked into my profile and found out who I was and is now contacting me. But why oh why did they use my real name? I understand it's to shock me and all, but using a real name is so bland.
I walked over to my screen and pressed a key that distorted my microphone voice.
"I prefer 1001error.exe, if you will," I said to the stranger.
"Fine," they said back. "But we have some important matters to discuss about your... experiments."
"Depends on the topics. You need help or something?"
"No. Rather, we know all about your true identity. We know where you live, what school you go to, and so forth. If you come with us and atone for your crimes, you won't live the rest of your life in vain."
"Uh-huh. What other lies do you have up your sleeve?" This is just like talking to a stranger on the internet that claims they know where you live. Then once you stick them in a corner, they block you without ever saying anything about the real you.
However, whoever was on the other line blurted out my private information without hesitation. My heart sunk to my feet. Well, I wasn't expecting that.
"Back to the matter at hand," the distorted voice continued. "The FBI are on their way to come see you. I suggest sending your friends goodbye messages and mentally prepare for prison with the few minutes you have left."
Suddenly, wind blew all around me as bright lights dawned on me. A couple helicopters hovered above me, a few members of what I assumed were the FBI inside them. One of the members shouted that they had me surrounded, and to stay where I was.
No hacking abilities could save me from this.
"Who are you," I shouted into the microphone, curious to see who was the mastermind.
Whoever was on the other line laughed before saying, "I am said to be the greatest detective in the world. When you see me, you will address me as Sir. I'm looking forward to seeing you, 1001error.exe."
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