Level 0 Backrooms Novels & Stories

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

Her polite, distant tone carried an unspoken warning, as if reminding me that this was the office and our roles were strictly professional. I caught the hidden meaning in her words and forced myself to suppress my emotions. "Good morning, Ms. Thorne," I replied. Beatrice responded with a faint nod. She kept walking, as if I were nothing more than a stranger to her. I smiled bitterly, the words of my resignation hanging in my throat. But then again, she probably wouldn't have cared. Suddenly, my phone lit up. It was a message from my son, Parker Bainbridge, sent via his smartwatch. "Dad, will Mom come back to celebrate my birthday?"

"Expand the address word, it is fine using seductive way." "We can play all the time, at my home." "Where are you now?" "Near the grave, at the very edge, turn left, turn right, go down, go up, step forward 5 times, step back 10 times, shake 10 times." (Do at your own risk, don't do it at your home!) "Feel given a challenge back, Pass. Next." "I have many toys at home, wanna come?" "Where is your home?" "Orochimaru Headquarters, 15 Scotts Road #05-10 Thong Teck Building, Singapore."

The back rooms are filled with toys, well not the littles toys we like and enjoy when feeling young, it's more of paddles, leathers, chains, cuffs, and anything else you could imagine, it's fifty shades of grey playroom, only much better. I don't play, I never participate, but I've seen them, they scare me most days, especially when little me starts to show, deciding to ignore little me today, I took a sip of my drink, it burned going down my throat, but it's the good kind of burn.

The laboratory on the fifth basement level of the Montgomery Building was bone-chillingly cold, a subterranean tomb of glass and silicon. Under Zero's frantic guidance, Sophia finally stood before the "Root Server," a monolithic black pillar pulsating with a ghostly, rhythmic blue light. The air was thick with the acrid, metallic scent of electrical overload, and the countdown on her HUD had entered its final three minutes—00:02:59.

Bri stops and says "wait we?" Travis laughs and says,"Yeah, I knew about this, and it's kind of why we came early, to be honest. " we continued to follow them, and they led us to a few doors off the end I hadn't noticed before. We go into a few doors, and they seem to be huge rooms covered in glass windows, and two were similar with fewer windows. Then, a few were covered in video games and things you'd find at arcades. There were a few more that were completely empty, with no windows or anything. There were even more layers of these rooms. we walked upstairs and saw more rooms that were exactly the same as the ones below. it had three levels, and the top level was level with the back of our

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

Just stayed there, ass up, hole gaping and winking, letting everyone see how thoroughly he’d been used. The harnessed host from the entrance appeared again, voice low and calm over the constant wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh around us. “Pairing round complete. The floor is yours. No limits. No refusals. Use each other. Fill each other. Break each other. When you’re ready for the next level… the back room is open.” He stepped back into the shadows.

"You looking tonight. Just got a twink walk in here like 30 minutes ago. You might kick it off." "Nah. Not in the mood tonight. Are there any goods in the backrooms?" He nods and that's where I'm headed. The backrooms are rooms specifically for insane orgies and drug abuse. I enter one of them and take a seat on the cum soaked chair. Someone is handing out pills and I'm not too shy to take 5. He tells me they're strong and 5 isn't healthy. I ignore the warning and swallow them with my beer. Nothing happens so I reach out to take a joint. 2 steps and I'm crashing on the table. The others laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself too.

The private dungeon occupied the lowest level of an unmarked building in the industrial district, accessible only by biometric key and prior arrangement. No signage. No windows. The air inside carried the clean scent of leather, polished metal, and the faint residual sweetness of previous sessions’ oils. Soft recessed lighting left the corners in shadow. A single padded bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a low platform with restraint points dominated the central space.