[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.] ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ "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-" ═══════ ೋღ ♠♡♣♢ ღೋ ═══════ 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-)
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