Am I Totally Screwed? The Backrooms
Am I fucked? Backrooms. That was the name of this world. A dimensional leak where existence itself slipped and fell away. The dark underbelly of the world, formed from the scraps of reality.
The internet window, the zombies, the supply crate that dropped from the sky—it was all unreal from the start.
Goinmul started breaking it down step by step, clear enough even for me on the verge of panic. I listened quietly. Plenty of it sounded like nonsense… but it made sense somehow. Everything around me was nonsense anyway.
According to Goinmul, the first person to arrive in the Backrooms was an ancient mage.
Speedwagon's sudden seriousness made me delete the comment right away. Why so touchy? My thread, titled [Tits: 5 Seconds to Deletion], had drawn massive attention from the gallery users. Lurkers chiming in on me and Goinmul's convo started posting.
Did I just make a huge mistake?
I deleted the comment again. Goinmul and Speedwagon followed suit, wiping their replies. No trace left.
Status window? No way that existed.
…Or so I thought, until it popped up right in front of me.
The gallery exploded in laughter at my words.
What the hell? Why this reaction? Unlike the others, Goinmul stayed dry.
Beneath basic info, there were more: Combat Protocol, Meta Items, Recorded Dialogue, Recognition Phrases, System Logs, Interaction Records. Following Goinmul's lead, I checked combat and meta.
What is this?
More laughter erupted.
Speedwagon jumped in.
"……."
Am I fucked?
Goinmul kept explaining after that. I listened in silence. The status window and gallery? Ancient mage's creations too.
How the hell?
What?
Got it. Questions piled up, so I fired them off.
Half getting it, half not. Speedwagon chimed in.
Can't.
I glanced at the status window.
No level-like terms.
Crowd still watching. Another fixed nick jumped in.
What? How many zeros? 24 billion? Goinmul simplified.
Quadrillion?
"……."
Brain froze. Too ridiculous—total shutdown.
"……What."
My iced-over mind thawed slowly seconds later.
Right. No aging here. So, super slowly, super long-term survival—
…Not impossible.
Staying positive is my best trait.
My reality swallowing this without fight was pathetic. I swallowed hard. Situation's outline clear now.
…Fucking hell. Totally fucked.
But hadn't asked the big one yet. Too scared. Suppressed anxiety, posted.
Thread still gallery's top issue. Laughter burst like fireworks at my question.
Even more fixed nicks popping up.
Why laugh? Question brief—Goinmul replied.
Couldn't help but laugh too.
Goinmul shared tons of info and tips.
Central City. Sounds like some international market.
He knew this place. Relief.