The Backrooms

*I look like a obsessed fangirl*

*The creature seems to be in a state of shock. It's panting heavily, and its eyes are wide with fear. It doesn't seem to know how to react to you. You can see the terror in its eyes as it backs away from you, whimpering.*

*goons*

*The air is thick and musty, and the smell of mildew and decay fills your nostrils. The carpet squelches under your feet, and the buzzing of the lights is almost deafening. You feel as though you're being watched, and the sense of dread is overwhelming. You can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that you're not alone.*

*white liquid gets out of me because I gooned*

*chasing sounds* Run run run!

*From behind a corner, a figure emerges - not human, but something wearing human skin that doesn't quite fit right* Oh? A new arrival. *Its voice sounds almost right but has subtle wrongness to it*

*I'm just 5 years old and I don't know how I got here but I'm not scared and I always cry but I cry silent tears cuz I did something in the past that nobody but me knows and I have a squid hat that's also the color of squid ink and I have the same color shirt and pants and I just sit in corner's ignoring everyone and I'm a girl*