Backrooms Outing
Um.
Hmm.
Something feels chilly. Did they crank the AC way up?
I tossed and turned in my half-asleep daze.
"Seohah... turn off the AC, yeah...?"
I fumbled for the blanket, but my hand came up empty.
"My kids... hope they're tucked in good... "
Only the fluorescent lights humming filled the air.
Fluorescent lights?
"...?"
I propped myself up, and an unfamiliar space came into view.
Endless yellowish wallpaper and ceiling. Beyond the fluorescent buzz, distant thumping sounds.
Human screams echoing like hallucinations from far, far away...
Ba-Back-Backrooms!!?
Ju Eunseong's words flashed through my mind.
— Don't worry. Safety experts are on it. No sudden no-clip dragging anyone into the Backrooms.
Got it!!
That punk Ju Eunseong must've done it! Looks like they moved me to the Backrooms set while I was out.
Gogogogogogogo—
I clenched my fist, and the floor shook hard.
"Eun-bung!!! You made my wish come true!!!"
Damn. They made it exactly like the real Backrooms?
How much cash did they blow on this!?
These attraction bastards must've hooked some massive investor.
And it wasn't just the vibe—they nailed the details.
A few dozen meters in, and corpse props appeared.
'Varied faces and outfits. Realistic skin texture... even Containment Task Force guys?'
Dark, fuzzy mold grew on the corpses. Victims of entities, huh.
"Whoa. They put real effort into these. Looks just like real bodies."
Even as props, they were so lifelike it felt kinda sad.
"Rest in peace."
I gave a moment of silence and moved on.
—————————!!
A non-human wail echoed from way far off.
'An entity maybe?'
How hardcore is the historical accuracy!
If they made Backrooms native entities too, I'd give a standing ovation.
So, combat events? Or a massive raid?
"Gonna need a weapon. Somethin' insanely strong..."
I scoured the area but found no decent tools, so I sighed.
Ting.
Outta nowhere, a tactical dagger dropped from thin air.
"No-no-clip!?"
Calm down. It's all staging.
The deeper in, the more this attraction grows on me.
I picked up the dagger and spun it around.
"Huh?"
Razor-sharp blade, gunmetal gray coating. Perfect grip, total tactical look.
"This is the diamond knife Seohah showed me."
The unbreakable cheaty item, right?
Mythic-grade weapon in game terms.
'Really unbreakable?'
I swung it at a yellowish pillar to test.
Crack—rumblerumblerumble!!
The pillar split in half and collapsed.
Perfect.
This'll handle entities and yakshas no problem.
Now for the most important part.
'Got the endgame gear—time to name it!'
What to call it?
Lily? Hermes?? Francois!??
Damn, tough choice!
I plopped down on the floor and wracked my brain.
***
Site-277.
Most staff were scrambling without sleep to handle the crisis.
They were the lucky ones.
Plenty had no-clipped into the Backrooms.
Outside the site was pure chaos. Random people nationwide vanishing—thousands, easy.
In a large conference room corner, the Site Overseer explained flatly.
"We've nabbed most of the saboteur traitors. Covert Ops is handling public opinion. You lot prioritize rescuing missing personnel inside SIN-100 Backrooms. Senior Researcher Ju Eunseong?"
"Yes. We'll use the Reality Perforator to crack open a rift to the Backrooms. Issue is pinpointing the missing folks' coordinates."
Ju Eunseong stared, and Tatiana replied.
"Send in an entity with rare anomaly traits that ignore containment."
SIN-1000 Azazel.
Bingo.
The op greenlit in a flash.
Azazel freaked, clueless. She'd been getting pecking-order schooled by Baek Yul-ha and Jang A-rin in her cell.
"Wh-what!? Hold up. Joke, right? The Backrooms? What am I supposed to do there?"
"Azajjat... play."
"Jang A-rin. Gimme a sec."
"Eeeeng..."
Tough luck—no choice. Surrounded by Containment Task Force, Azazel pouted.
"...Do I really have to go?"
Tatiana sighed.
"SIN-1000. Your safety's guaranteed. Soul Separator sends just your mind in. We'll render visuals from your feed."
"O-okay. But who'm I finding?"
"SIN-077 Lael first. Then SIN-998 Director."
"All people I hate running into..."
That wasn't all.
No upper orders, but Tatiana had an off-books target.
"Can you find one more?"
"Who?"
"Assistant Researcher Yoo Seohah."
"Oh, black-haired girl? Yeah, I don't mind her."
Low-priority assistant, so bumped down the list.
Tatiana rolled her eyes.
Overstepping, but I gotta look out for my junior.
Guilt tugged, but no helping it.
Moments later.
Azazel slumped like asleep in the chair. Dozens of wires on her head pulled visual data.
A tech adjusting reported.
"Confirmed. Video signal stable."
"...My god."
Azazel's Backrooms view hit the command center screen.
"How many dead?"
"PR control might not cut it this time."
Infinite yellow space.
Corpses littering everywhere, turned into entity breeding hives. Black mold sprouted, birthing new entities.
Lael and Lee Shin'll survive fine. But Yoo Seohah...?
Tatiana anxiously brushed her hair.
Yoo Seohah flunked basic combat training. Clumsy, naive nature.
One entity encounter, and she's done.
Ding.
Priority Rescue Personnel Added
Site 50, Senior Researcher, Kim Young-hyun
Site 38—
[...]
Site-277, Assistant Researcher, Yoo Seohah
"...Phew."
Tatiana exhaled in slight relief.
Now Yoo Seohah was on multiple Management Bureau search paths.
No need to rely just on Azazel.
***
'Ugh... gross.'
Azazel roamed hunting SIN-077 Lael.
Mind-only projection or not, nausea hit hard.
Hundreds of victims passed, grotesque corpses sprouting black mold vines.
Gurgle. Squelch.
Vines dropped lumps with sickening sounds. Entity swarms mimicking humans, freshly born.
I just wanted to mess around...
Azazel fought tears. Mass death wrecked her mental health.
And anyway.
Why Lael of all people!?
That bloodsucker scares me!
Hasn't done anything to me, but!
The untouchable gap...
No choice, though. Complete the mission, Bureau sends her back.
———?
Small mercy: astral form evaded entity senses.
How long wandering yellow walls?
Getting tired when.
'There!'
Azazel spotted target two.
SIN-998 Director sat seriously on the floor.
Entities prowled distant, but he was oblivious, hyper-focused.
"Hmm... what name? Anastasia? HandSurgeryMaster? Or Vladimir Ilyich Lenin???"
Azazel inwardly sighed hard.
What're you doing, idiot? ...Naming a dagger? Sane? Outside's a disaster?'
At least earn that face.
Target found—alert the Bureau.
They watched her feed anyway. Azazel approached like a pro gamer.
But she overlooked.
...Huh? Wait!?
In the Director's common sense, astral projection was impossible.
And Azazel was pure mind, bodyless.
Wh-what!? Somethin' pulling me!!
Lee Shin's common sense overwrote reality. Azazel's mind yanked toward nearest matter.
Swish swish.
Lee Shin swung the dagger casually.
Azazel wailed inside her new bladed body.
Huh? Huhhhh!? Whyyy!!
"...Huh? Voice in my head. Hallucination?"
L-Let me go!! Get me outta here!!
"What the. Dagger's humming... Talking? No way!!"
Lee Shin froze.
Eyes wide in shock.
"Th-this is an Ego Sword!!!"
Not just mythic item—it's mother-of-all-creation tier!!
Wonder where.
Anything to stab? Gotta test performance!
———?
A fresh tiny entity sensed him. Slithering close to breed on his body as hive.
Normal joe? Instant chow.
"You ain't human inside, right? Like a puppet? Then I'ma stab real!!"
Bad luck—2-meter dropout orphanage director in the way.
Stabstabstabstabstab!
Lee Shin mercilessly poked the baby entity's whole body.
———!!
Entity shrieked inhumanely.
Hii, hiiiikyaak!!!
Azazel screamed too.
My body! That's my body!! Don't stab there!! Urp, gonna puke...
Puking changed nothing.
Hunting dogs charge straight when blood's up. Dropout director same!
"Blade cuts like a dream! Diamond for ya!"
Now, finisher nice n' slow...
Puuuush—
Dagger sank sloooow into the entity.
Azazel's senses flooded: mold's black goo, squelching sounds, rotten stink... squishy feel, foul taste overwhelming.
Uweeek.
Azazel finally barfed inside the dagger.
"Victory. Chump cut."
One entity down—time for a victory drink.
Lee Shin teabagged the corpse triumphantly.
Hueeeng... wanna go home...
"Ego Sword's kinda girly?"
Oh.
Then slap a cute name on it?
"From now on, you're Pukjjik-i. Hey, Pukjjik-i."
Thus, parentless Ego Sword Pukjjik-i met the orphanage director.
The Backrooms' rare survivor party formed.
⊳ Lee Shin — Orphanage Director
⊳ Pukjjik-i — Azajjat!
Not far from the yellow-wallpapered hell.
Gentle lapping waves echoed off ceramic tiles.
In the tangled indoor pool's center, a white-haired angel sighed.
"Whole body's soaked. Haa..."
Water everywhere.
Thirst worsening, but water won't cut it.
"Blood... need blood. Miss a day, and containment breach..."
No blood, breach hits. Everyone nearby...
Then, booming yell from afar.
"Pukjjik-i! Let's rally survivors!!"
Familiar voice?
Could it be?
"...Heh heh heh."
The angel licked her lips slyly.
🔗 Entity:SIN-077 Lael
📍 Status:Survivor Party Detected