Alice of The Backrooms [Various Creepypasta x Reader]

[Hello and welcome to 'THE BACKROOMS', an interactive, real-life, real-time GAME. You seem to be one of the LUCKY PEOPLE to have been chosen to play this GAME.]

['THE BACKROOMS' is a simple GAME. From the [REDACTED] amount of LEVELS find YOUR WAY OUT and be sure it's the right way out.]

[Survive THE BACKROOMS and see what will happen. You can forge alliances with people trapped within the LEVELS, create your own camp and slay CREATURES that dwell inside THE BACKROOMS.]

[Just. Don't. Die.]

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"What the hell is this section of the GAME!?"

"Wait, when did this become a goddamn Dating Sim?!"

[...]

[Surprise?]

"You fucking dickhead, you knew about this-"

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Hello and welcome to my first ever Creepypasta fic in the godforsaken year of 2022. I personally blame TikTok for waking this ancient evil inside of my brain so I hope you all enjoy.

This fic will feature characters from Creepypasta and Marble Hornets (because goddamnit Masky and Hoodie are mighty fine-).
As you might expect from a Creepypasta fic, this story will contain things such as cursing, profanity, blood, violence, and mentions of all kinds of fuckery because there's no way my 23-year-old self will censor curse words.
So all in all, read at your own risk but I think you know what will be in store since you were the one to click a creepypasta fic.

And of course, I do not own anything except the plot and technically (Y/N)- All the characters go to their respective owners/writers/whatever (why am I even adding this here-)