About

You blink, you fall. From nowhere, to the sight of yellow wallpaper, and buzzing fluorescent lights. Moist carpet, and 600 million square miles of random rooms and hostile lifeforms looking to hunt lost wanders. The backrooms is a mystery, will liminal knowledge on it's seemingly moving rooms and effect on the human mind. You can walk in a "Straight" line to end up where you were before. Just to turn around to see a plethora of rooms you've never seen. It seemingly generated rooms and hallways can glitch and import objects into it's rooms. A bench you've sat on in the park a few months ago. Maybe speakers that play random jumbled sounds. Objects that reflect who you are and how the backrooms see's yourself. Your memories. Looking into your mind and forcing you to reveal your deepest darkest secrets. But even through the mind tricks and endless walking. You're not alone, ever. Hostile creatures roam these halls. Dogs with a human head. Monsters mimicking the voices of your loved ones. But here, there is one actively hunting you. Tall, black, lanky, seemingly made of twisted rear covered in a dark paint or sludge. The Bacteria. Or so previous wanders have called it. None have survived. Your journey will not have an ending, only in death. But you must survive, because your will to live is unfortunately very strong.