Backrooms Level 1 Novels & Stories

"Don't be scared. As long as you need me, I'll be there. But your parents went too far today. You've basically blown things up with them. What are you going to do next?" Charlie wasn't wrong. Part of me wanted to cut them off forever, but I knew Mom too well. She would never stop stirring up trouble. "I'll figure it out as I go," I said quietly. After I moved into the new place, my parents and David bombarded me with calls and messages. I blocked every single one of them. In my previous life, around this time, my legs had rotted beyond saving, and I died in that house. This time, I just wanted to live my life and enjoy each day.

Felix and his men had stepped into the elevator, heading to the 33rd floor. Nancy was frantic, nearly in tears. Grabbing my arm, she dragged me over to the computer. "Spence, you know exactly what kind of man Mr. Watch is. The last bank that made him lose 20 million dollars was practically skinned alive. You managed to get the money back just now. That means those hackers are nothing to you. You must know how to get it back, right? "As for the equipment, mine is the best. Use mine!" She moved quickly, placing her equipment in front of me.

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

Beth looks outraged, pulling away from me. “How would you know?” I grin. “Ever seen yourself sleep?” Her lips move as she struggles to come up with a response when Quill calls out, “I hope we don’t have to share a barrack! I have sensitive hearing!” “You don’t have the right body parts to share a barrack with us,” I shoot back. “Have fun sharing one with Anderson.” Quill shudders. The Level Two island is vastly different from the Level One and Zero islands. The ground is wet mud, making it hard to walk. There is also this creepy mist in the air, which one only sees in horror movies or swamps.

Boston Mass. 2019 Abigail woke up in a cold sweat. She had yet another nightmare. They were always the same. Flashbacks of her life before she got clean. She looked over at the digital clock on her bedside table. Three thirty on the dot, just like every night had been for months.

Opened. Empty. Inside, a note. Folded. Crisp. Sera reached it first. Read aloud: > "You wanted answers, little sister. Come earn them." > "Level -3." Lucien swore under his breath. > "That level doesn’t exist." > "It does now." She stepped into the elevator. Lucien followed. No music. No buttons lit. It dropped. Fast. Lucien braced a hand against the wall. > "She’s rewriting the system in real-time."

After the Alliance Tribunal, I went straight back to the manor to pack. Didn't feel a damn thing. Hardly owned anything—just clothes, Mom's pendant, and a bone whistle. What no one knew? Right after I downed the growth-slowing potion... I blew that whistle. Dad answered. Silverlune Pack's Alpha. Cold as frost. He hadn't forgiven me for walking out. Not even close. But when I pricked my finger and let one drop of blood hit the parchment...

“We build Level 1 first.” The words settled into the room. Not Level 100. Not a full master branch. Not some impossible pinnacle that only mythic bloodlines could reach. Level 1. The beginning. Kayo leaned back in her chair with her ankle hooked over the opposite knee. “That feels suspiciously sensible.” Remy, standing near the side wall with Aki and Riku, made a face. “Don’t compliment it too much. She’ll hear you.” “I already did,” Celeste said.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

She lost her final awareness without the opportune to hear voices saying " Sleep... We will protect you..." Her limped body consigned to the grave inside the sea of thick dark blood... ___________________________________________ [ WELCOME TO THE SECOND WORLD PLAYER] [CONGRATULATIONS ON PASSING LEVEL ONE OF THE SYSTEM...;) ] [YOU WILL RECEIVE THREE NEW ITEMS AS A PRESENT FOR YOUR SUCEED] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [--ERROR--] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------] [ITEMS CAN'T BE REQUIRED... SYSTEM DO NOT RESPOND------------------------------------------]