Level 0 Backrooms Novels & Stories

*Enter. Suddenly, the sunroom vanished. I wasn't standing in Vane Manor anymore. I was standing in a vast, white void that seemed to stretch into infinity. The air was crisp and clean, and in the distance, I could see a small, glowing patch of green land—a tiny island of soil surrounded by nothingness. **[Sovereign Space: Level 1.]** **[Capacity: 10,000 Cubic Meters.]** **[Time Dilation: 1:1 (Real World Time).]**

“Then act like it — you’ll be moving into my house tomorrow.” The system blinked red in front of me. > [Mission Accepted.] [Welcome to Level Two: Domestic Disaster Mode.]

Like the place hadn’t just been waiting, but watching. She reached the bottom and slid the key into a rusted panel. The lock gave way with a low mechanical sigh. The door creaked open. Level C. Concrete floor. Black walls. Surveillance monitors, all dead. A row of sealed glass rooms—observation chambers. Every single one empty… Except the last. Room 07. Her room. Except this time, someone had scrawled something on the glass. “TEMPLE.” Lydia moved closer. The word was burned in—literally—charred into the glass by something heated, molten.

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.

Jonah takes us to a back office that leads to another back office that opens up to a storage room with a very scary catwalk staircase up to the second floor. I’m pretty sure we’re about to be murdered when Jonah ushers us up it and through a beaded curtain, into a room lit up with black light. The floor is painted black, with sigils and symbols in glowing phosphorescent colors. There are beanbag chairs scattered around the perimeter of the room, and an impressively tall hookah in one corner. Shelves hold jars of herbs and dirt and murky liquids I want nothing to do with.

The furniture that fills the room is not branded, but has a modern minimalist style and everything is used according to its function, so that the two bedroom apartment looks spacious and neat. "It's too small for you guys," Liam muttered, shaking his head. "So far we have had enough," said Audrey calmly. Liam snorted. This apartment-sized room is only used to store cleaning equipment in the house. "What else do you want to talk about?" Liam asked. Audrey thought for a moment. "Look, Mr. Liam. I was thinking last night, maybe you would accept my suggestion not to immediately tell the children that they are descended from ... err ... werewolves or your pack?" Audrey asked carefully.

- she points to one of the doors in the corridor. With some skill, I open the door, placing her delicately on the bed. - Get on all fours, I want to see your ass up close... - she turns around, doing what I asked, and thrusts her ass up high, making my cock pulsate. I slap her ass, salivating, glimpsing the most perfect sight I've ever seen, it's a true vision of paradise, her pussy and ass exposed, totally at my mercy. I kneel on the mattress, running my tongue from her vagina to her anus, licking them.

Ahead was a living area complete with a truly gigantic flatscreen, a pool table and bar area to the left of that, and a staircase leading to an upper level on the far right. The space was bright with the golden rays of the mid-morning sun streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the entire back wall. That brightness stabbed at her eyes, compounding the headache throbbing in her temples. Squinting through the pain, she took in the multitude of guns, stacks of cash, and what looked like ancient artifacts carelessly scattered throughout. Zeroing in on the artifacts, Livia could feel the tingle of them even from thirty feet away and briefly wondered if they were made of dakaryian

The red light brothel was still lively and a few high-profiled billionaires strolled around the place with beautiful courtesans clinging like bloodsucking leeches to their arms. Boarded on an exclusive black elevator, Mort went down to Underground Zero. He traversed the empty, cold, and dim red hallway. When he arrived, the cold-blooded man opened the room. Vladimir's personal assistant covered in blood and sleeping, chained to the wooden star opened up to him. From the dim corner, Mort stepped into the chair opposite the traitor's PA and sit, waiting for the man to wake up.

"What about the approach? It's not as easy since it's a water main." She stood and flicked her hands on the board until it brought up the main waterways. "If you use a bobble you can enter and park it right next to this trash port. Use an extended shield to enter and then crawl all the way to the level." She sat down on his lap, flicking through more screens, trying to figure out what he was after. "Now at this point, just go into this room, it's just storage, and cut a hole in the back of this closet. You can pop in through the back and they will never know."