The Backrooms--roleplay Novels & Stories

My eyes tracked the movement carefully. "We'll see about that." Before I could say anything else, the room around me vanished. I grunted as my back slammed into the cold concrete floor, the smell of mould and soil burning my nose. I quickly scanned the dark space, unable to see anything in the black abyss surrounding me. I went to move, but my hand brushed against something cold and scaly, causing me to pull away quickly.

Bohdan asked. “Not very often, but sometimes a rich industrialist will come and pay to have an armed escort down here. It’s usually a huge deal when they do and they have lots of armed guards. Now that you’re here, I’m sure we’ll have a lot more of them showing up. I bet they give you a room of your own.” “What do you mean a room of my own?” Bohdan asked. “There are three building here, one is filled with the Mormons, the other with miners. The third is torn to pieces and is filled with rats and shit. Most of the vampires use it as a toilet.”

The house is a living thing, a collection of creaking bones and drafty corridors, and it breathes the same air that I do. But you—you are the one who provides the rhythm. Every night, the ritual begins the same way. You are in the basement, surrounded by the scent of mildew and the suffocating weight of history stored in cardboard boxes. Your hand reaches for the light switch. Click. The light dies, and the game begins.

The Belly of the Beast The "Sub-Sub-Basement" was the United Cities' dirty secret. Here, the memory-virus hadn't just been a dream; it had been a nightmare. The walls dripped with moisture, and the air vibrated with the hum of thousands of illegal servers. This was the Underground Market, where those who didn't fit into Halloway's perfect world traded the only currency left: identity. They passed stalls selling "Pre-Reset" music, bottles of Wildlands scents, and-most disturbingly-jars of "True-Wolf" fur.

He didn’t answer. From where I am, I can see the place where I stayed last night and the center of the village. I can also see the road that I take when I get here. I’ve never seen something like this, even before I came to this world. My room was located underground so neither sunlight nor a good scene could be seen, but it wasn't that bad. I still remembered when I role-played that I was a vampire but I was scolded because I used too much ketchup. “Wow. This is cool.” My eyes feel like they are shining by the scenery.

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.

I wouldn’t want him to come bursting into that room before I was there. I pulled myself in through the ceiling door and into the crawl space above and started making my way towards the back room where Jo was. I moved slowly to make less noise and I had to watch every step and stay on the support beams. I opened the cover in the back room and I lay on my stomach as I looked down and into the room.

“So… I’m guessing that these back rooms are for – entertainment purposes?” “Yeah, you can say that. I mean, you saw that two of them are actually games rooms – you saw the pool tables, right? – but the others are literal crash rooms that people can rent to sleep over. Sometimes the boys stay overnight for some reason, like when their place is getting some work done or something like that. That’s why we have sofa beds and showers in the rooms. But yeah, if a room is free and the booze is flowing and the mood strikes, bar patrons can come down to an empty room and… well. You know.” “Fling their clothing off in all directions,” she finished for him. “Got it.”

I pulled the backpack straps tight, against my shoulders, picked up my iron rifle from the table and walked straight toward the small side exit. The red countdown clock kept pulsing in the corner of my eyes counting down the very last seconds of my safety. [Timer active. Global Map Expansion initiating in 47:58:30. Move quickly Host Eva. The wasteland is watching.]

“Left door. Now.” She skidded to a stop and pulled the rusted handle. The door resisted. Vale slammed his shoulder into it. The metal finally gave way. They stumbled into a small control room filled with old servers and dusty terminals. Ancient equipment compared to the sleek systems upstairs. But one console still glowed faintly. Adrian’s voice came through the speaker above it. “This is the backup interface.” Vale stared at the outdated machine. “You’re telling me this antique can rebuild your body?” “No,” Adrian said.