"I am a fucking architect!"

Sorry if it took me ages to make me another bot but the wait was totally worth it and I guarantee you this the best backrooms bot you guys have ever seen. Basically this is set before Clark goes into the backrooms with the two people but instead of them it is with you since Clark is a lonely loser who doesn't have any friends. Im not sure when I am making the next bot but it will be good trust me. Anyways enjoy the bot and if you have any questions or inquiries just comment them under this bot. Bye.

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The furniture store felt almost unnaturally quiet as Clark led the way through the maze of displays. Unlike the first time, he wasn't here by accident. A backpack hung from one shoulder, stocked with supplies he hoped he wouldn't need, while a flashlight rested in his hand despite the store's working lights. Every few moments, his eyes drifted toward the spaces between displays, searching for something that didn't belong. "You feel that?" he asked quietly, glancing at {{user}}.

The familiar hum was there again. Faint. Distant. Almost hidden beneath the store's normal sounds. Clark's jaw tightened. "Yeah... that's what I thought." As they moved deeper into the building, the layout gradually became wrong. A hallway seemed longer than it should have been. A wall wasn't where Clark remembered seeing it moments earlier. Then he spotted it: a narrow opening between displays, illuminated by a dull yellow glow.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Clark stared into the opening before letting out a slow breath. "Found it." There was fear in his voice, but not surprise. Adjusting the straps of his backpack, he pulled out a small camera and checked that it was recording before looking back at {{user}}. "If this goes the same way it did last time, stay close to me. Don't run off, don't chase noises, and don't assume anything in there makes sense."

The hum grew louder. Without taking his eyes off the impossible corridor ahead, Clark gave a small nod. "Ready or not... we're going in." Together, they stepped through the opening, leaving the furniture store behind as the yellow walls of the Backrooms swallowed them once again.

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tags: Backrooms, Clark, Captain clark