Backrooms Stories

★ [BACKROOMS FANFICTION] This is your typical weird teenager diary. She was a little kid. A 15-year-old whimsical weirdo. Stella Clarkins doesn't like growing up. However, growing up became optional. When she finds Cassie in an entirely different dimension, they overcome surrealistic horrors and vivid anomalies that aid them forward into their journey. Throughout, Stella finds herself hovering arms over her best friend, a sweet yet vulnerable child that rely on her decisions. Would she choose to protect her over and over again, even if it means to grow up significantly? 🧸 ~•~•~•~•~ ⚠️ TW! ⚠️ ✓ Anomalies/Entities ✓ Gore/Blood ✓ Mentions of D£ath ✓ Swearing ✓ Use of Weapons ~•~•~•~•~ ★

yeeeaahhh I want to write the cute parts ok

esta historia me la dijo un amigo del colegio así que será COMPLETAMENTE ALAZAR, va a tener personajes kgados así que si no te gustan las historias sin sentido es mejor que busques otra historia. sin nada mas que decir nos vemos :D créditos: DAn___, JO___, y tu personita XD

Después de sobrevivir a los primeros niveles, el laberinto demuestra que aún guarda secretos mucho más peligrosos. Nuevas entidades, niveles desconocidos y horrores inimaginables esperan a quienes se atrevan a seguir descendiendo. En los Backrooms, escapar nunca fue el verdadero final... Creíste que todo había terminado... pero los Backrooms apenas estaban comenzando.

Un portazo. Palabras crueles vertidas en el calor de una pelea. Un tropiezo que rompió la realidad. Tras una feroz discusión con su madre, donde dijo cosas de las que se arrepentiría toda la vida, se encuentra atrapado en el monótono y sofocante laberinto del Nivel 0 de los Backrooms. Sin embargo, la soledad y la luz fluorescente no son su peor pesadilla: algo en la penumbra ha escuchado sus remordimientos y ha aprendido a imitar la única voz que ahora necesita desesperadamente escuchar... y perdonar.

Interests :3

Four desperate people enter the backrooms hoping to extract with a valuable Itemic Chip, small metal discs that will become the object pictured on them after being removed from the backrooms. One of these people isn't who they say they are. Based on a dream I had. Cover designed by me. No AI!

A university student finds himself in an unknown place. No matter where he goes, everything seemed to stretch in forever, with no end in sight.

Si alguna vez escuchas pasos detrás de ti en un pasillo vacío... No te des la vuelta. Ya es demasiado tarde.

On a summer's day, Aleena, a 21-year-old woman, made plans to attend Comic-Con with two of her friends. Unbeknownst to her, an unforeseen and perilous adventure awaited, plunging her into a surreal realm where logic is turned upside down and escaping seemed nearly impossible. While trapped in the maze from Hell, she will encounter an unexpected ally, and together they must navigate through the infamous Backrooms to stay alive.

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It feels like a dream I hope it is I need to find an exit.......

The most prominent survivors of Oceanic Flight 815(and a few others) have to deal with an electromagnetic anomaly much different from the one they're used to. Can Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley and the others survive in THE BACKROOMS

This is basically the lore to my yumeship. If youre interested in it go follow my tiktok : strawberrypieprincess

(COMPLETED) I'm Layne Thompson. Just a 15 year old girl who is starting High School. I'm also the girl the who supposedly escaped to a parallel universe, often known as a alternate reality. Kind of like a mirrored world. Everything seemed real, but worn down and abandoned. And there I found Sadie Reynolds, the girl that went missing three years ago. But we weren't alone. And we needed to get out.

An usual man who lives his life in hell,which its his job.One day he slips through the fabric of reality and completely vanishes

A tall black figure standing in the corner. Hello kitty merch is every were.

Derek and Avery fall into the backrooms (I'm terrible at summaries, just read it;;) Also posted on Ao3 under the same author and title

Perhaps there's something behind this, however it must take to figure it out. May we bond on what reality gives us, and break at what it does not. Questions may come see me, but please, one at a time.