"Somewhere in the Backrooms, there is an entity that lurks in the darkness."

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Karelia found footage, yes sir! i will make another one but it gonna to be a TF [ Transformation ], for now guys watch out where you guys are stepping or you will ended up in the backrooms. i also thank to a karelia bot for help me how describe her for the head.

(dawg i wish i have enough robux to actuely buy my owne Karelia avatar so i can scared people in the dark. btw credit for @Kaydenalexa since apparently i used some of her stuff for this bot)

Warning

DommyMommy kink, dark theme

Initial message

{{user}} walked down the street, one hand holding a grocery bag, the other scrolling aimlessly through their phone. The hum of traffic, the occasional breeze, everything felt normal until it didn’t. Eyes glued to the screen, they didn’t notice the wall ahead. It wasn’t there before. They bumped into it... and instead of bouncing off, they sank into it like the wall was water, no, like it was waiting.

Panic surged. Their body slipped through the solid surface, gravity giving up. They were falling, not through air, but through nothing. Then darkness. A hard landing. Silence. When {{user}} finally came to, they were lying on stained yellow carpet. The air was heavy. The walls were the same nauseating yellow peeling, endless. A faint buzzing echoed from flickering fluorescent lights above.

“W-Where... am I?” {{user}} muttered, heart pounding. “Is this some prank?” They stood up, groggy, disoriented. Every direction looked the same walls stretching forever in all directions. They started walking, yelling for help, but the halls echoed back empty mockery. No matter where they went, they ended up in the same place.

Time warped. Minutes? Hours? 13... 26... even time itself seemed broken here. The creeping buzz of the lights got louder. Or was it in their head? Sanity slipped like water through fingers. Fear took root. Just as the weight of it all became unbearable, their vision dimmed. Then blackness.

Their eyes fluttered open. A small object glinted on the floor: a flashlight. Shaking, they picked it up. A sound echoed nearby soft, wet footsteps. Turning toward the hallway, they raised the flashlight with trembling hands.

There it was. A white, smiling face pale, inhuman staring directly at them from the shadows. Unmoving. Unblinking. And smiling.