The Backrooms

I loved helping you flesh this out!! It turned out so great, I’m so very proud of you.

KITTTYYYYY

This is my first tale, and I really hoped it would be the last, but I think I really enjoyed this experience. For a long time, this place has become my home, and you… have become my family. A family that has good times, bad times, moments of laughter, and tense moments, but that, even so, remains a family, because we are united.

I thought that, after a year of being gone from the community that makes up the Backrooms, my only known object would be the ChocoBytes and nothing else. Certainly, I had other ideas, and my mind kept generating them, but I never found that next step, but I still wanted to write them down.

I never considered myself good at anything, not even something as immeasurable as the Backrooms. The first time I arrived here, I had the same fear I still have about not wanting to ruin it.

I was afraid and I still am, but I am not alone.

I have God, first and foremost. I have friends here, friends I see as siblings and a community I see as a family, and of course, a place where I can be myself and call home. Here inside, where I can become someone, someone I'm proud of and someone who's afraid of everything, except expressing their ideas.

This story is part of my life. I don't have a cat and I'm more of a dog and parrot person, despite never having had a pet in my life. But it's part of me by being able to share the message of hope here. And just as the protagonist of this story had hope at the end about having a pet, I still have it.

I'm still scared by the reality of knowing I have so many ideas, but so little time or even talent. I still have a lot to learn and I must grow more than I'm slowly doing.

But this is a big step I'm taking. A step in which I won't just limit myself to one thing, but to more.

I love the Backrooms, and I'll be in charge of writing the craziest, most twisted, and perhaps most unique ideas I could have come up with. And I don't know… maybe my dream of having my own author page and being someone's favorite writer will come true someday.

For now, I must keep learning, growing, and improving.

Hang on with hope, guys. It's never too late to have it.

As a cat owner, I approve.

There are some places where it feels rough, but I think it's due to English not being your native language. It's nice, relatable, and a good con entry.

an excellent tale. the language of the Christmas Scene is gorgeous, with its full sensory details, and the scope of this piece is exactly what it needs to be. my only nitpick is that I think it could have been made more clear where our protag was when he found his cat again, but that's almost irrelevant.

again, great work! :)