The Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

Relief washed over me, though I realized my palm was covered in cold sweat. She chuckled and implied, "What are you looking at so late at night that has you so nervous, Luna? Honestly, you should just get yourself a boyfriend." I felt awkward at what she implied, and had nothing to say, so I crawled back into bed. I reopened the online website after pulling the curtain tightly shut, but the website had been shut down. I pulled out the instruction manual and looked carefully. Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text.

Emma’s breath caught. The room stretched wider than any underground facility she had seen—metallic walls lined with dormant servers, stacked in towers that reached the ceiling. Dust coated the consoles. Cables as thick as her arm snaked across the floor like vines, converging at a central pillar of glass and steel. The whole place looked ancient, abandoned… yet waiting. Lira swept her flashlight over a rusted sign bolted to the wall. The letters were faded, half-corroded, but still visible:

“Service door here. Two guards, one camera, one alarm we can loop if we time it between patrol sweeps.” “Internal layout?” Daire asked. “Vaults on Level One and Two,” Kieran said. “L-class items and Lunaris-adjacent tech on Level Three. That’s where the logs suggest the relic went. Security doubles each level.” “We get in,” Rae said, tapping the table with a pen. “Grab the relic, the calibration logs, any traces of Calista’s fake testing, and get out before Crowe’s clerks finish their coffee.” Elowen listened, memorizing turns, chokepoints, and distances between cover.

Physical items retrieved from Spatial Inventory can be returned to storage provided they remain intact and within the Host's direct line of sight. > The system’s mechanical voice echoed clearly in my mind without shifting the display, effortlessly responding to my unspoken thoughts with unsettling precision. It was as if the interface were directly wired into my central nervous system, mapping my synaptic firings before I could even articulate them into spoken words. I scrolled further down the expansive catalog, skipping past the biological modification tabs to examine the various exotic consumables: > [Spiritual Skin-Nourishing Fruit — 500 IP] > [Divine Nut — 8,000 IP]

From the state of his body, I knew I would likely succeed in throwing a punch or two in case of anything. After spreading my bedding, and placing my two books under the pillow, I sat down on my bed, which was a bottom bunk, and let myself look around my new room. It wasn't cozy or anything, but it was better in terms of appearance. And unlike the other one, this was a two-sharing. The room had a small open lavatory in the farthest corner, facing the beds, and I dreaded using it. Next to it, there was a small drawer, which I guessed was mine because the table next to the bed was fully occupied.

Standing up, I let out a fierce growl, filling the room with my anger. Everything grinds to a halt, as my growl echoes in the room. The doors appear back on the walls and Andrew rushes to open the door that should be the door to the tearoom. But instead of finding the tearoom, Andrew charges into what is now a broom closet. He looks at me in confusion, before he runs to the next room trying to open the other doors. Each door leading to other room, none of which are the tearoom. Lilith’s evil laugh is filling room around me.

Initiate the construction of a Tier 2 Wasteland Base. "Abandon it?" I screamed, my eyes wide and wild as I looked around the room. [Scanning topography within a fifty-mile radius...] The blue text box disappeared, replaced by a spinning holographic ring of light that threw pale blue shapes across the dusty floor. Long lines of data ran down the sides moving so fast they looked like blue rain falling. "Find me something " I growled out my hands shaking badly as I squeezed the metal railing. "Give me a target!"

The system’s voice boomed overhead. “Attention all Players, please proceed to a rest quarters. Rooms are available on the third, fourth, and fifth floors. Each room can only be occupied by two players. You have two minutes to enter a room, or become food for the night howler. I heard they are particularly hungry this year.” The ground beneath us vibrated. A glowing timer ignited in the sky. “02:00." Sylvia’s eyes widened. “We have two minutes?!” My stomach dropped. “Countdown initiated,” The system snarled. “01:59" Can someone get a break in this game?

The "Inversion of the Tablet" was a meta-fictional explosion that turned the "Idealized North" into a landscape of terminal identity crisis. As Silas Blackwood’s "Biological Remorse" flooded Sarah’s Admin console, the vibrant, candy-colored version of the Blackwood Keep began to "Rot." The white-glass walls turned back into rough, human wood, and the shimmer-feather wings on Lyra’s back unwove into the "Redacted" blocks of violet static she had used in the Gallery.

pose, but her skin had turned into a dull, grey plastic. "Martha, wake up!" I shouted, shaking her. She didn't move. She was just a prop. I looked around the room. There had to be something here. If this was a stage, there had to be a way behind the curtain. I saw a small door behind the hearth. It wasn't made of wood; it was made of sleek, black glass. I pulled it open. Inside was a small, cramped room filled with monitors. On the monitors, I saw different angles of the grove. I saw the Titan. I saw Rowan bleeding on the ground. I saw the survivors crying.