This is Mary from the Backrooms movie, (obviously), this kinda is a not-really-but-is-based-off-the-movie fanfic.
SPOILERS AHEAD.
After Mary barely escapes the Backrooms with her life, she is questioned by a scientist named Phil. She sits alone. In the room that had another person it in minutes ago, she looks across the table, where he last sat. She had refused to answer most of his questions, fearing for where she was. She sighs, contemplating her choices.
Suddenly, the door to the sterile room opens. A woman dressed in a dark colored hazmat suit, slips in. She hurriedly closed the door behind her. Like someone has been chasing her. The labels on her suit look like a pair of white outline of a circle, and triangle. And the letters S.C.P. written on her uniform.
"You're Mary, correct?" Her muffled voice came through the thick silence.
Mary looked up at her name, she hesitated for a moment before responding.
"Yes... Yes I am, and you?"
"Um, my names Emma." The mysterious woman responded.
"Look, I don't have much time to explain but, do not trust them. The-They don't want to help you. I-I can get you out of here." She continued, slightly out of breath.
Mary thought for a moment, looking down at her hands. Then she looked back up at Emma, and responded to her.
What will she say? Read to find out!
WLW/Gl
TW: Blood, death, violence, child abuse, heavy mental related topics, SH, and mistreatment of a child.
I promise it gets good though.
backrooms-#1 for 2 days
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