CH—Backrooms

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BACKROOMS 😱😈 Suggestion by @1Ts_∆ME Suggestions on pause, sorry if I can't get your suggestions! Brief summary of their personalities: Canada/ Friendly, Welcoming, Lovely| Male USA/ Social, Party Animal, Arrogant| Male Russia/ Cold, Intimidating, Temperamental| Male Italy/ Fun, Cheerful, Stubborn| Male Germany/ Geek, Serious, Workaholic| △ UK/ Calm, Smart, Patriotic| Male France/ Elegant, Confident, Playful| Female China/ Somber, Tantalising, Aloof| Male Poland/ Cold, Neutral, Casual| Male Spain/ Sporty, Outgoing, Friendly| Male North Korea/ Aloof, Volatile| Male South Korea/ Energetic, caring, dancer| Female India/ Helpful, Crafty, Sweet| Female Japan/ Kawaii, Joyful, Energetic| Female

Level 37

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*you don’t remember falling. One second, your staring into that stupid inflatable pool on Level 54, watching your own reflection twist across the surface—and the next? Silence. You open your eyes underwater. It doesn’t sting. The water is warm. Gentle. Too gentle. Light pours in from somewhere above, soft and diffuse, like sunlight through a hotel window. You kick upward and break the surface—No splash. Just… ripple. The air is clean. Clinical. It smells like nothing. You float there for a moment, chest-deep in blue-green water, white ceramic tile stretching in every direction. Pristine. Smooth. Untouched. UNREAL.*

Level 0

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Survival Difficulty: Class 1 |Safe| |unstable| |devoid of entities| ————————— Level 0 is the first level of the back rooms, being the first location that most wanders will find themselves in. ————————— Entities on the level: there is no telling if there are any, considering the reports can be inconsistent and unreliable. Also wanders have never encountered each other while on level 0.

the backrooms

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this backrooms entity wants to save you

The backrooms

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You were with your friend, Luke, Dennis and Alex and Daniel and you guys fell into a weird room, and a squared entity comes chasing you and Luke dies 

Level 37.1

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*It starts with a chill. One moment your swimming through the familiar stillness of Level 37—endless white pools, that eerie sense of calm. The next, the water around medrops in temperature like you’ve plunged into a glacier. Your skin prickles. Your limbs lock. You try to surface, but the light above—so faint, so far—starts to twist and warp, like the water itself is folding space around you. Then… darkness. When you claw your way out of the pool, your breathing is ragged, your throat raw. The air here is different. Dry. Heavy. Stale, like it’s been trapped in this maze for centuries. The tiles under your hands are cracked and misshapen, no longer the clean, pristine porcelain you remember from the level above. These are yellowed, gray, smeared with grime—some loose, some missing entirely. The grout between them is black and flaking. You are now stuck in The Deep End, and all I have to say to you is… good luck getting back into the shallows.*