The Backrooms

I've been trapped here. I'm not sure how long, but I have. Escaping may be an option, but it's going to be hard. Best push forward for as long as possible.

THEY FOUND ME THEY FOUND ME NO NO NO

Where am I? What is this place? Oh… my head hurts so badly and my memories are all fuzzy and it all just doesn't make sense.

What was my name again?

Who am I?

Alright, first let me set this straight. I have no idea who I am, nor what is this, but I'm here, in case someone else enters this and gets trapped like me.

I'm Jon(?) and this has certainly been unique. I woke up here and I have had quite an experience. Sitting in this chair, my mouth has been moving with a will of its own. I cannot stand up nor walk, which is not very ideal.

Speaking of which, Garfield's here! I think I'm acting something out with him… I can't figure it out.

What a Monday it has been. Monday.

-Jon

I don’t think the strip I’m acting in is real.

I’m not crazy, and I have read nearly all of those scripts back home.

I’ll figure it out later.

How did I even get here? I last remember being at home, but then I… fell through the ground? Only thing I remember after that would be the yellow halls.

But that can’t be it. There IS something in between.

Goodbye.

For a death trap, I have to commend the order in this place. These monotonous rooms kinda give me a sense of… uneasiness? Kinda weird how something like this with so much order does this to my mind. It's so unsettling.

I've been called to a place. I think it's the thing that controls this. Allowing me to break free from the script… I think I can escape.

Not making a new one of these. Have to save room.

-Jon

It's him. He's so real and scary I don't think I can survive in this place much longer. And I can try to resist but it's futile it always will be and I'm terrified so terrified that he will find me acting out of hand and

I feel so cold…

-Jon

Great news! I found an exit to some other place straight out of here! Finally, I won't have to entertain him. Speaking of him, even the thought of him gives me chills. He's just so powerful…

That settles it. Tomorrow I'm leaving for the playplace.

-Jon.

no. it didn't work.

i was pulled back by him. he still reached me from there.

why?

It's somehow still Monday.

I remember when I was still in the houses. I remember walking through the theater. That's all I can remember. Then I arrived here.

who am i?

-Jon?

He's calling me again. Oh no… the horrors…

i dont want to go…

He's angry and it's all my fault. When I was with him, I saw things. Horrible, terrible things. I'm under heavy supervision now. Why did I ever try to escape? It's impossible.

i have to entertain him or else I get deprived of the little freedom I have.

- Still suffering,
- Jon.

How long have I been here? Has it truly been a day? Will it ever be Tuesday?

-Jon

It's Monday. It always is in this hellhole.

I'm writing this without him knowing. This is a huge risk and if he finds out… well… at least I won't have to suffer much longer.

-Jon

Heard about this group. They're my best chance out of here. And him… he can go to hell. Oh wait… he's already in it.

-Jon

Guess what? It’s still Monday.

Just reading the earlier parts, I've noticed that this group, the "MEG" group, knows a lot about the hell that we're in. I think they're my best chance to get out of here.

please come rescue me

please

-Jon

I have met the devil. The gates of hell have opened towards me, for me to see the entirety of the fiery cavern.

And the name of the devil?

…
…
…

… he won’t allow me.

Found something new today. Some rooms are blocked off, with no way to access them. But I do hear screams. The most terrible, shrill screams. They have the essence of them. My comrades. They resisted too much.

I don't want to be like them.

My encounter with the devil still haunts me to this moment.

It's somehow still Monday, I assume. I have no recollection of any other days.

I would keep writing, but he’s here for his routine maintenance check. Hope I survive this.

-Jon

He nearly saw these. I nearly got terminated. oh god no…

What am I saying? It’s always Monday.

-Jon

Monday.

I don’t even know where to start. Today, I saw some other people, unlike us. I think they were from the “MEG” group I wrote about earlier. What were they looking for? They asked some questions to the guy who’s beside me. He tossed them a note, and they ran.

Good show.

-Jon

Monday.

I mocked up a letter by myself and here it is!

my note

Another Monday.

Is it the same Monday? Or is it all different? I don't have memories of other days.

Anyway, they came back again. They talked to my neighbour, and needless to say, I don't think that they're coming back. These (this?) day(s), it just feels like it's going on forever. Garfield, or whatever horror that that… thing is.

He's coming again.

Has it truly been a day?

Monday…

the locked rooms do open. Inside them they contain unspeakable horrors. It's my friends, those who were stuck in here like me.

but they've changed.

idontwanttochange
please help

It's Monday.

My head hurts. Everything is wrong in this labyrinthine hell. My arms ache, like they've been raised for a week. But it can't be a week, no it can't be. It's only been a day. It's only been Monday.

it cant it cant

nonononononononononononononono

My body does not belong to me anymore. My mouth moves of its own accord, as do my vocal chords. My hands do movements I didn't think were possible.

I still have hope however, the tiniest shred of good shining through the darkness and the pits of hell.

- Monday, Jon.

If there is a devil, there is an angel. And if there's an angel, there's a Monday. Don't you get it?

It's all Mondays. My hope is all gone.

-Monday, Jon.

Monday. When will it not be?

Monday. So this is hell.

It's another Monday.

Monday. But I don't want to admit it.

He's coming for me and when he comes terrible things will be carried out on me and i want to resist but I can't because I am scared oh so scared nothing will ever wake me from this nightmare and i will never get out of this hellhole this godforsaken land of pure suffering and agony when I can only follow the script and

It's impossible. Just impossible to escape.

It's also Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the cat you think you know.

In this hell, there is only a Monday.