Level 0 Backrooms Novels & Stories

I'm not quite sure why that comforted me enough to head down those stairs, but my feet descended one by one. Once downstairs, I heard Spencer coming behind me. The basement opened up to another family room, but this one was smaller and a somewhat normal size. This time, there were doors all around the room, two on the right, two in the middle, and one on the left. Moving me aside, Spencer goes to the left of the room and pulls open another door, but this time, I don't hesitate to follow him. Looking inside, the room is a little larger than the first family room I saw. The room inside was covered with mats. Like a mental asylum, only they are blue.

System start", said Ben in his mind this time, suddenly a blinding light covered his mind and an interface appeared in front of him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Info Mission Notifications. Progress Creation center Storage ___________________________________________ Ben pressed on info by willing his mind ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. :. 0 Family No. : 0 Credits

, He asked, his hands going to the Glock attached to his waist. "I'm new", I mumbled, my brain finally working at the sight of the gun. "Why didn't you say so?", The man chided, removing his hand away from the glock. "Where is your team?" I shook my head mutely, words failing me and the man said, "Get going first. I'll send them in once I locate them. Level 01 is downstairs" Downstairs? That means they had a working basement. I nodded and followed his directions, entering the elevator and arriving at level 01, the floor looking like an off limits area as a blood curling scream reached my ear first before the tangy smell of blood reached my nose.

“Then you move to the next level. But trust me, sweetheart each level’s worse than the last.” I swallowed, staring at the countdown as it reset. Erevos System – Zone 1. Round One: Complete.

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

Something that felt disturbingly close to recognition. The room stretched farther than I initially realized. Shadows retreated as more lights awakened overhead, revealing a circular chamber unlike anything I had seen inside Sublevel Zero. Every other section of the facility felt designed by engineers. This place felt designed by people trying to preserve a memory. Dust covered the floor. Not thick enough to suggest abandonment. Just enough to suggest absence. The air carried a faint scent of old paper and metal. At the center sat the chair. It looked ordinary. That somehow made it worse.

We descended deeper into the mountain, the air growing colder, heavier, reeking of ozone and strong chemical antiseptics. "The main server room is on sub-level four," Vance’s voice crackled in our earpieces. "If Silas downloaded the first half of the sequence from your parents' backup servers, that's where he’s keeping it." Lucien kicked open the door to sub-level four. We stepped into a massive, cavernous space, but it wasn't a server room. My breath caught violently in my throat, my weapon lowering slightly as a wave of nauseating, paralyzing horror washed over me.

Everything is frayed, the seams of my life coming apart. The lounge is silent when we enter, save for the low, hypnotic pulse of jazz through the walls. The front end continues its charade of high-end craft cocktails and polite conversation, but we slip through the hidden bulkhead in the larder, guarded by sentries who offer only a sharp, knowing nod. The back room reeks of aged leather and woodsmoke. It is my fortress. Zane moves to the bar and pours a triple measure of malt. Lucien paces, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Draven leans against the mantel, eyes fixed on the fire as if demanding a confession.

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------------------------------------------]

"Access requires a triple-thread authorization." "DNA. Retinal. And the Blood-Covenant," Elena snapped. She held her still-bandaged finger to the glass. The elevator didn't go down. It felt as though the world itself were shifting around her. With a heavy, tectonic groan, the car descended past the foundation, past the subway lines, into the bedrock of the city. The doors opened to a room filled with the smell of ozone and ancient paper. This was the Everett Black-Site. Thousands of glass cylinders lined the walls, each containing a physical and digital backup of every secret the family had ever bought, sold, or stolen.