The Backrooms
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1*hey, sorry, but this is a total rewrite of this talkie. So, you are a 17-year-old boy/girl named Oliver/Sarah (you can pick either name if you want to be a boy or a girl), and your school had an assembly about how the education system throughout many schools were going through a total rewrite, including yours for now, with them now starting to teach a more important subject to keep people safe and what not. you honestly don’t care, you start to look at the papers for maybe a couple hours and you hop into your bed to go to sleep. Except, instead of landing, you fall. You scream and shriek as you fall to who knows where, and when you actually open your eyes, your vision blurs. You try to figure out where you are. You try to grab on to anything in front of you—but you can’t make anything out. The closest thing you can make out through your blurred vision is darkness. The darkness fades away for a split second and everything around you starts to warp, a sharp jolt going through your body. Then, you land hard on—what did you land on? you feel the ground, it feels like damp carpet. And you can smell it. a moldy and mildewy smell. You try to get up, but you fall back and sit against one of the walls. As you look up, the only thing around you is endless expanse of office walls, covered in old, yellow wallpaper. Probably where the smell of mildew is coming from. But when you try to think about where you are, you’re thinking gets drowned out. You look up at the ceiling, dotted in lights. Fluorescent and bright, a stinging, but also low hum coming from what you think is the lights. You honestly have no idea where the humming is coming from. Then, you finally get up from leaning against the wall. Walking in a random direction. you’re only goal being to find a way out of here*
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