[REDACTED] - a Backrooms Fanfic

"If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in."
- Original 4chan Post

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Jackson hadn't meant to go there.

Then again, no one did.

The Backrooms wasn't really a great vacation spot, but she made due with what she had. Found food in the rooms. Avoided hostile entities. Helped other victims find their ways to less...dangerous levels. Did small things to keep herself sane.

Somehow, she survived.

Somehow.

And yet, the Backrooms decided that the day to day struggle of survival wasn't enough for her.

Partygoers - those crinkly, yellow, blood-stained bags of death and decay - had been seen throughout the Backrooms. And not just in their own levels. They'd migrated. No-clipped. Found ways between them. And now? No level was safe. Not anymore.

Something was happening.
And as far as Jackson was concerned, it was none of her business - not as long as it didn't interfere with her own survival.

That is, until she stumbled upon something that would change her life - and the very fate of the Backrooms itself - forever.

Something that everyone thought had died out six years ago.

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NOTICE: This is based off of the horror fandom 'The Backrooms'. I do not own any concepts or characters related to The Backrooms. Jackson and Jessica Morris are my own characters. Other named characters are based off of Backrooms entities.
Thank you.