The Backrooms--roleplay Novels & Stories

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.

The silence is spine-tingling. The suspense has Ri and I turning around with each step we take forward. The place looks like a run-down mansion or a very small hotel. "Watch my back," Ri says and goes for the handle of the door. The door creaks open and a warm red light illuminates the darkroom. It's a fireplace. The crackling fire fills the silence. We walk into the room and a scream erupts causing us to freeze on the spot.

However, I simply turned off my phone, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes. When Sienna still didn't get a response, she pulled my curtain open. It was already past 1:00 am, but another roommate was still up playing video games. The glow of her monitor flashed against my eyelids as the keyboard clacked in the background. "Melissa? Melissa? Are you asleep?" Sienna's voice grew louder. At that point, it was loud enough to wake anyone up. Still, I kept my eyes tightly shut, determined not to move. I knew Sienna's game. I knew I couldn't give in because if I opened my eyes, she would get exactly what she wanted.

"I want you to take control. Make me beg. Don't hold back." A low chuckle rolls through the headset, vibrating in my chest. "Brave little whore. Let's see how long that lasts." The room around me dissolves into code, then rebuilds. I'm no longer in my bedroom. The space is dark, cavernous, lit only by slow-pulsing red strips along the walls. I'm standing in the center on a smooth black floor that feels warm under my bare feet. My body is rendered perfectly: every curve, every freckle, the slight sheen of sweat already gathering between my breasts. And in front of me materializes Apex.

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!"

"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.

NEW TARGET: Designation [ADMIN]. TRIGGER: Manual Input Code [0-0-0]. Ren’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, the click-clack sound filling the room like gunfire. He was building a backdoor. If the Admin ever tried to lock them in—if the "Game Over" screen ever appeared in real life—Ren would type the code. And every drone, every robot, every soldier in the game would stop hunting the players... and start hunting the Game Master. "If you try to burn me," Ren whispered to the scrolling code, "I'm going to turn your own dogs against you."

He followed silently behind. " To your left,” he directed. I turned to the door behind me, and opened it, the same cool air brushed my skin. I hesitated then kept walking, until I stepped into a room. I almost choked on my saliva as soon as I entered. This was no ordinary room. It was a playroom. Not just any regular kind of playroom, not like the one back at his former mansion. This one was built for BDSM. Every tool you could think of was in this room.

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

Total party wipe incoming. Before long, it was time to choose rooms. Elaine explained that while no one had ever cleared this scenario, past players had figured out a few things. The building had thirty floors, one apartment per floor, and only one player could stay in each. “Happy Home,” she continued, was actually a role-playing horror scenario. Each apartment housed strange entities that would act as your family or loved ones. So, seven days of living together with them? There was no way your Fear Value wouldn’t spike.