Backrooms Level 2 の小説・ストーリー

Leaning back, she rested her back and got lost in thought. *Flashback* He brought her to a nearby room and made her sit on the bed. Opening drawers, he searched for the medkit. After a while, he sat near her, gently cleaning her bruise with cotton. Unaware, Rong felt strange seeing him take such care of her. It was the first time she had no words to express her feelings. She was clueless about the bluster of those heartbeats.

"Test each step before putting full weight." We climbed slowly while the wood creaked and groaned under us. The second floor was more of the same while empty rooms full of nothing but trash and broken furniture. My stomach was starting to sink because this place looked abandoned for real. Then Cecelia gasped behind me. "Zeke, look."

I considered pressing him about it but decided that if he wanted to tell me, he would. Looking around, I noticed that we were inside a forest now. As far as I knew, the second level should be a desert, which means the levels have been altered. This was turning out to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. Based on the scenery, the level two Boss was a Giant Gnome. It was supposed to be a level seven boss, which had been difficult to beat. If it is on level two now, there is no telling what we would be up against.

When she got home, she locked the door, bathed, threw herself on her bed, and fell asleep. She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night in a familiar room which was not hers. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on a plushie toy that she had in her childhood. "This room..." She whispered to herself, holding back her tears when suddenly she heard a commotion outside her room. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a gunshot outside of her room and quickly ran out to see her parents lying lifelessly on the ground in a pool of blood. "Mom! Dad!" She screamed and ran towards her parents. She kneeled in front of them and broke into tears as she desperately shook their body so that they wou

I stammered, she shook her head, no it wasn't that. “There are things we all need to know.” she said. We managed to get to the back door over a narrow strip of land. We crept carefully over the ankle deep water on the floor testing the planks carefully as they threatened to cave in. She reached the servant stairs and.crept up and up. On the second floor she effectively crossed the hall glancing into empty and overgrown rooms cast in shadows, saturated in memories of the past.

Level 1… Level 2… Level 6… Then the elevator jerked. The lights flickered. The air grew cold. “What the hell?” Scarlett whispered. A mechanical voice echoed overhead. “Authorization breach detected. Level lockdown initiated.” Then everything went black. When the lights returned, they were no longer in the elevator. Scarlett gasped, stumbling forward. The room around them was circular, sterile white walls lined with old medical equipment and flickering monitors. The elevator was gone replaced by a seamless wall. “What just happened?” Damien murmured, drawing his gun.

If the ghostly half-host from the coin confirmed that the 'weak old man' was just a clone. Her breathing became rough, opposite of her hand that quickly pressed on the button. Brilliant white lights devoured the two of them, swiftly turning them into nothingness. In the brightness that flickered out of nowhere, inky black eyes came into being, swirling with anxiety and anger as they stared at a particular direction. '... As expected, it's not advisable to become complacent before a Level 8 monster. They are nonetheless wiser and craftier... I don't know whether I should be amazed or fearful. Dammit!

I went inside, aware only then somehow the door was unlocked. As I passed through the back entry, I fought a brief dizzy spell. I heard the distant roar of my demon for a heartbeat, like a warning or a challenge while a familiar thread of power tinted green slid into my mind, the feeling so much a part of me I allowed it to spread itself thin before it faded away. My demon suddenly fell silent. I had a shifting feeling, like déjà vu only a lot more intense. I froze on the threshold, shaking my head. Why was I downstairs? I came back to myself when the back door, spring loaded, bumped my back as it eased closed.