Thebackrooms Stories

In the 1990's Micheal Mason no-clips into the unusual space known as the Backrooms. He now must survive the horrors of the creatures and environmental dangers of this liminal dimension, but he will learn that greatest threat is mankind and what the backrooms does and doesn't do to their minds. Welcome to the CTRL ALT Universe!!

Illit horror fanfic. I'm using ILLIT'S lore alot here. Holy mother why is this so scary

A fanfictional story of the Backrooms in my own take, inspired by the Backrooms Wikidot. (Somewhat) Although most of the ideas do came from the Backrooms Wikidot, however some aren't actually related to the wikidot. So you may or may not recognize some of the parts of this fanfictional story. I do not own anything including the pictures that you'll see once you start reading.

Years ago, Mallory disappeared into thin air. After months of searching, police declared her dead. Her friends moved on, eventually. And then, one day, they found her. But how can they get back?

A place out of reality, the backrooms. An infinite amount of hallways, rooms, levels, and the unknown. YOU were chosen to escape this place. Goodluck. (reader x backrooms + oneshots)

Out of the beta version and into the official! (some things still are subject to change!) if you don't know my story of it then please read the first version! cover will be updated once I find a better photo or I make one

This is a story about my old OCs backstory! We go threw the entirety of Remi's life down too the day she "died" and even after! >∆<

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

19 years old Millie Browns is just an ordinary, anti-social college student. She would have never expected a single outing with her friends would have lead to such a tragedy, which may last for the rest of life. For those who are unaware, the backrooms are a place in which people who "noclip" out of reality seem to find themselves in. It's original description is as stated: "If you're not careful and you noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in, God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby because it sure as hell has heard you"

A one-shot fictional story inspired by The Backrooms.

A SCP cyoa book I've been trying to work on for a while.

This story is a work in progress. for now, this book only includes detailed origin stories and extras. i am currently working on the main story itself. the main story will include detailed info about colonies, levels, the partygoers and level fun, the origins of the backrooms, and more.

"Have you ever thought of escaping reality? Not in a game, in real life. It's easier than you think. Reality isn't as solid as it feels. Look at the walls around you. They aren't as stable as you believe. If you truly want to leave reality, you have to noclip out of it. Image Credits: Fandom.com My story credits: Every Backrooms article or description I have ever read

I will teach you about the backrooms

When an unsuspecting urban explorer, Alex, stumbles upon a hidden door in an abandoned warehouse, they inadvertently enter the Backrooms, a vast and seemingly endless labyrinth of interconnected rooms and hallways that defy the rules of reality. The story follows Alex's desperate quest to escape this otherworldly realm, as they navigate through the eerie, yellow-lit halls, encountering increasingly bizarre and unsettling phenomena.

It's 1997 in a small town. Five friends go out biking but a speeding car separates one from the others. When the others go back to find him he is nowhere to be found only the trail left behind from the friction of his bike. ------------------------------ There's an old folklore that says if you are not not careful you may fall 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. God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you.

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ...ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ?" ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ You didn't 'No-Clip'. this wasn't supposed to happen...will you escape?

Esta es la continuación de mi anterior cuenta, seguirá aquí :)