The Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

NORTHSTAR — STRATEGIC OPERATIONS CENTER. Xavier scanned the room. “There are underground levels.” “How many?” “Three.” Lucas looked at James. “Which one did my father visit?” James pointed downward. “The lowest.” Lucas immediately moved toward the staircase. As they descended, they passed several old rooms. The first level contained meeting rooms. The second contained computer equipment. The third was different. Heavy steel doors lined the corridor. Lucas noticed numbers engraved on them. 1. 2. 3. Then he reached 04.

The guy across the room fell to the ground with a bullet hole in his head. “I didn’t miss,” Xander said with his gun still pointing to the direction where the guy fell dead. Everyone was stunned, including Joey. “Pack this up ... and go home,” Xander added. He looked around the room at the men that were staring at him. He looked them in the eyes, “And tell anyone who needs to know ... respect the code, or we’ll come after you ... every last one of you.” With that said, the two left the basement and unknowingly ignited the spark of the war they had been talking about for months.

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

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.

The screws were fake—magnetized—and the panel popped open when I pressed the right edge. I slipped inside. The air in the shaft was hot and stale. Metal grates stretched ahead of me like a tunnel to the past. I crawled forward, counting each junction. Five turns. Down two. The bottom floor. Sub-Level X. The vents here smelled wrong. Not just unwashed bodies or old tech. They smelled like death. Synthetic. Flat. Bloodless. I reached the final grate and peered through. The room beyond was massive—circular, sterile, and flooded with white light. Machines lined the walls, humming with artificial life. Tanks filled with clear fluid stood like sarcophagi. And inside those tanks…

POV: Olivia The server room smelled like a butchered heart cables split and spitting sparks, fans screaming, metal ribs glowing through smoke. Melted plastic coated the tongue like poison. Garron drove a combat knife into a warped drive cage and peeled it open. “Half the backups survived,” he coughed. “They wiped fast but not clean.” “Then we start with what refused to die.” He shoved a surviving core into the console. Static flickered, then a single folder surfaced:

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"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 obsidian doors hissed open, retreating into the walls like a dying breath. Inside, the Server Core was a forest of black pillars, each one glowing with the blue light of the pack's collective memory. The temperature dropped further, hitting the freezing point. My breath came out in silver plumes. I sprinted toward the central terminal, my fingers hovering over the haptic interface.

I hate both of them. Leo continues, “Extracting me breaks bridge capacity. No full overload. No clean burn. Director backup survives better. Finished line maybe survives. Ghost network loses routing.” “But you come with us.” Static. Four seconds. “A version.” I swallow. “My version?” The blue light dims. “Don't ask a server room for a miracle.” The room shakes. Above us, an explosion cracks through the mother chamber. Renn’s generous minutes are getting less generous. A new alert appears on the glass: