The Backrooms
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It was like it happened out of thin air, like the moment I was there then gone in the next. Like I fell through the ground, where am I? How can I get out? What lies ahead in this barren "abandoned" world? And what waits for me?... *wake up* *Wake Up* *WAKE UP*
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Some story relevance and references belong to Kane Pixels on YouTube for his backrooms series, I only use them for inspiration and for story references, its kind of a fanfiction based on his series =)
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