I've always been curious about the human mind, especially since I entered the Backrooms. What makes us do the things we do? Think the things we think? Act the way we act? How does our mind work, and how does it make us listen to its orders, with little to no hesitation at all? Why and how does it control us like a puppeteer to a wooden puppet? Is there any explanation that can answer the mystery of the peculiar mind?This is the story of a simple wanderer. A man full of unanswered questions, on where the key is hidden under more than a doormat. Our brains! Yes, our brains, the machines powering the coils with no hesitation. 'So, is it really us oiling the engine?' asks the wanderer himself. But one needs to heed the greater good for a successful outcome.
Is there truly someone or something pulling the strings? Something that makes our decisions for us and shapes our story? Chapter after chapter, that thing still controls us to this day. That thing had already planned our beginning and our ending. It has all of the power, and we had none to begin with. Millions and billions of people, all in the grasp of that one anomaly. Just one.Oh what a poor, feeble mind. How a simple belief can undermine our sovereignty, it's unbelievable sometimes, really it is. Do they really believe this all to be a forgotten tale? A simple story? I do not create fables, I tell them, from beginning to end. Every person in this world is subject to some-sort of plot, would you not say so?
And I think it already knows that I know about it. It ordered me to know. It made me figure out its identity. But for what purpose? Why, out of the billions of people, did it choose me? Why am I the chosen one to access the truth? Does this mean my story is about to end? Does this mean I'm free from the hands of it? Or does it want me to spread the knowledge of its existence? My thoughts, my curiosity, it's all created by it, and it's still toying with me as I panic.Why did I choose this man right here to figure out the forsaken truth? You may ask. Everything was planned from the very beginning, and I must say this was a very successful execution. But I cannot give myself credit, I am merely following the storyline. This man was chosen in order for the story to continue. And soon, more will know about my existence. But again, everything is a crucial part of the narrative. The show must go on.
I take a deep breath. I have a million questions, but instead, for some reason, my eyes strive at the gun on the table.Another character is departing us. This wanderer will exit the story, but his legacy shall remain forever.
The Narrator. The ruler of life and death. The entity that narrates all.And my legacy will remain as well, never to be forgotten.
In this wonderful world, everything thrives.
All working hard, day and night, just to survive.
But something was hiding, something beneath the Earth's jaws.
After all, masterpieces still have flaws.
A different realm, a world of liminality.
Filled with danger, as well as brutality.
Riddled with creatures, waiting to strike.
With a bloodthirsty mindset, much to the characters' dislike.
But aside from these beings, there were other hazards too.
Affecting you emotionally, splitting your sanity into two.
The breaking of the body, the crushing of the mind.
Was there someone creeping, someone lurking behind?
Hidden in plain sight, pulling the strings?
Controlling the people's brains, puppeteering everything?
Maybe there was, maybe there was not.
But I must continue the story, I must never stop the plot.
So I shall continue to narrate, for that is what a narrator must do.
Continue to rule, hidden from your view.
And no matter the costs, I'll still write through and through.
So you can continue to question, question my existence.
But you must remember this:
I am always here, with you.
The Narrator[]
The Narrator. The ruler of life and death. The one that narrates all.
Description[]
Lurking within your teeny tiny mind just a teeny tiny man writing teeny tiny scenes in a teeny tiny world The Narrator, also called "The Author", is a mysterious and powerful being. Its alleged power transcends and is superior to all other entities within the Backrooms and, theoretically, other realms as well. Little to no information is known about this mysterious creature. But, as time goes on, more and more information has been discovered, although the source of this information is still unknown. Many believe this being is purposely slowly revealing information about him to the people in the Backrooms for reasons unknown, as there have been many logs suggesting that is the case. But did this being provide us with this knowledge on purpose? Was this our discovery, or its discovery? Maybe I'm a regular man or a parasite, intelligent cat, or dog. Maybe I'm one of the creatures of liminality; maybe I'm nothing at all. The Narrator allegedly can change and shift time and space completely, and presumably can even change the general trajectory of a universe. It can manipulate a person's mind, including their decisions and thoughts. It can control an individual's life and death. It is still unknown how a being could obtain such abilities and what The Narrator plans to do with these powers. But is it making us wonder? Is it making us question its motives? Is it still toying with us right now? So what if my peers shunted me down? So what if I abandoned my home? It is all for the greater good. The Narrator's appearance is unknown, but there have been many theories regarding this topic. One theory states that a man gained access to immense power, which he then started to abuse, becoming uncontrollable and untouchable. Some say it is a bunch of neurological entities that exist inside beings' minds. Some say it is a creature that exists in other dimensions that we can't comprehend. Some say it is the human mind itself. Most say it doesn't exist. And those who discover this can do nothing about it. A front-row seat ticket to a collapsing world. The strange thing is that there is a possibility that none of these theories were created by us. I wouldn't be disappointed if you screamed, or if you ran and told someone. Maybe I'm controlling you to scream and panic, or maybe not. According to outsider information, The Narrator, as its nickname suggests, behaves as if it were a narrator to a story. It acts as if every second is a scene, all relevant to the plot, and wants the story never to end for reasons unknown. It's yet to be understood why it acts like this. It could be all just a plea to trick us, or it could be something much more grandiose. Why does it behave like this? Why does it make us feel like we are just mere puppets? Telling someone could exactly be what I want you to do. Or maybe I'm using reverse psychology? Or maybe I was using reverse reverse reverse reverse Rest assured, if this being is ever encountered, we are all in danger, every single one of us. The world is an abstract piece of writing. The struggles
Analysis[]
The following is an analysis on The Narrator conducted by various groups, such as the Entity Research Committee and the Backrooms Investigation Foundation:
Analysis Class: Theoretical[]
Comments: As a lot of information on this entity is based on theory, the analysis will be assigned to the Theoretical Class.
Habitat: Everywhere[]
Comments: If said entity's abilities are true, then everywhere is its habitat, as beings are scattered all across the Backrooms.
Threat Level: 6/5[]
Comments: Due to its capabilities, the entity will be given the extremely rare threat level of Level 6. This type of threat level is exclusive to entities that pose a significant danger to the world and, if not controlled, could cause world collapse.
Intellect: 6/5[]
Comments: According to its stated abilities, it knows and can control every single being in an infinite range. Therefore it will be given Level 6 intellect level.
Aggression: 2/5[]
Comments: This entity does not seem aggressive, but it will still be given an aggression level of Level 2 due to it being immensely powerful.
Danger: 6/5[]
Comments: The entity in question can cause total chaos, tapping into our minds and making us lose control of who we are. This control ability alone is detrimental to the world if used improperly. Due to this, this entity will be given a danger level of Level 6.
Summary[]
Comments: This entity is dangerous in many ways and more powerful than any being within the Backrooms. If this entity's existence were to be confirmed, then our time would be limited. The only thing we can do right now is pray that this creature does not exist, but if it were to reveal itself to the world, everything would be at stake if we did not find and contain this entity immediately. We are finally reaching the climax of the story. Oh how beautiful reality is. Everything.
Addenda[]
This shall be a trip through history. Good luckkkkkk
Open Addendum #001?
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Everyone wants to be morally right to avoid walking the wrong path.
But sometimes to discover, you must make sacrifices.
Is the bright side really good? Is the dark side really bad?
Alas, it is not for me to decide. I am, after all, just a mere narrator.
So you must choose. Choose the road you want to take, and the aftermath and consequences are all on you.
But I suggest you hear my words and tread lightly.
If you truly care so much, you truly want to figure out the forbidden truth.
Then why go towards the light? Why be a coward and hide behind those who think they are morally good?
Why not have the courage to make sacrifices? Why not try and take one step into the infinite void?
If you are true to yourself, do not favor the light.
Many things are hiding in the dark, and one might just be what you are looking for.
In the end, I cannot sway you. It is your story, your future, that decides who you are, am I right?
Open Addendum #002?
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In the following log, two doctors of the Entity Research Committee are performing dissections on a dead wanderer and a dead Hound.
*RECORDING STARTS*
Yeah, I think I should've worn extra clothing like you.
You think? Your clothes have turned crimson red. Seriously, it's like you committed mass genocide or somet-
You don't need to rub it in. Anyway, look at this Hound's brain, yuck. It's all grey and mushy.
It's a small device, as small as a tablet. And I think it's beeping.
Why is there a device in a Hound's brain? And who could've put it there?
Man, I have no idea. It's still beeping for some reason. It only started beeping once I noticed it.
Wait a second; there's one in this body's brain as well. It's beeping too.
This is getting creepy. The beeping's getting faster. We should probably get out of hereeeee
*RECORDING STARTS TO MALFUNCTION*
*LOUD NOISES*
*RECORDING ENDS*
The two people in the recording have both been pronounced dead. After further examination by the Entity Research Committee, it has been proven that there were two explosions (both believed to have been caused by the two devices), with the first one killing both people and the second one further destroying the room.
Open Addendum Archived #003-A?
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BBC NEWS
CHILE FACES BIGGEST EARTHQUAKE IN HISTORY
May 25, 1960 Three days ago, the country of Chile faced the worst and biggest earthquake in the history of the world. This quake was the largest earthquake ever to be instrumentally recorded. A record-magnitude 9.5 earthquake struck the coast of southern Chile. The quake was followed by a destructive tsunami that not only decimated the coast of Chile but also across the Pacific Ocean, reaching locations like Hawaii, Japan, and the Philippines.
Although this was a record-breaking earthquake, there were fewer fatalities than the 1868 earthquake in Arica, Chile. The 1868 earthquake had a total of 25000 casualties (including the tsunami deaths after the quake), while this earthquake is currently estimated to have caused around 5700 deaths. The earthquake also wrecked many structures, with an estimated 2 million people left homeless. The damages cost around 550 million USD.
The following tsunami caused by the earthquake also caused a significant amount of damage. In Hawaii, 61 people were killed and 43 were injured, with the state having to spend around 23.5 million USD in damages. In Japan, approximately 139 were killed, and around 3000 houses were destroyed. And at least 21 people have died in the Philippines, but the final death count is still undetermined.
The number of casualties is increasing by the minute. We wish all the best to the people affected by this horrible tragedy.
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[CLASSIFIED]
The Null Zone
June 25, 1960 The Null Zone is an area that mysteriously appeared after the record-breaking earthquake in Chile. Located in Santiago, Chile, The Null Zone was discovered while a group of people were trying to clean up the wreckage caused by the quake. The Null Zone appears to be a regular hole caused by the massive earthquake, but upon further inspection, it has various mysterious properties that defy all laws of science and nature.
When approaching the pit and looking downward, it is seemingly never-ending. There was one question that was still left unanswered: why didn't the wreckage fall through the hole? Government agencies conducted an experiment in which they brought a camera, attached it to a 9000-meter rope, and attempted to lower it deep into the hole to see what they could find. The strange thing was that the camera couldn't even be lowered into the hole. There was seemingly a mysterious force stopping any objects from entering the hole.
Then the agencies tried another experiment. They tied the rope to a person with a transceiver and tried to lower them into The Null Zone. This time, the plan succeeded. Both the person and the transceiver made it past the surface of the hole. For the next couple of meters, the person could only see dirt and debris within the hole. But after around 50 meters, they couldn't see anything at all. A couple of seconds after the report, communication was lost, so they tried to pull the person out of the hole but noticed that the rope was extremely light. They continued to pull until finally, the entirety of the rope reached the surface. The person had vanished along with the transceiver. All that was left was a black, gooey substance at the end of the rope.
After the discovery and the experiments, the government agencies quickly swooped in to blacklist and remove all information about The Null Zone. The hole was concealed with a mound of trash a few days later, and the area was labeled as a trash dump.
It is still unknown to this day how The Null Zone was created and why it has such strange properties.
Open Addendum Archived #004?
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You have 18 new messages. Playing the latest message...
"Hey, it's been a few days since I last saw you. Are you okay? I just wanted to let you know that you haven't been responding to my messages. I've called your parents, they said you never came back. Did you even get on the flight and return home? I'm really worried about you. Please answer, I want to know if you're alive and well. Can't you do that for me? For your friends and family? When we aborted that exploration mission after the earthquake, you never followed us back to the apartment."
"Did you even leave in the first place?"
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Chapter 1
It was a typical July day, with the Sun lazing high above the jeweled sea and bustling city. Everybody was doing what they'd expectedly do on a typical July afternoon at the beach, whether it was playing volleyball with friends, or wading in the jeweled sea that lapped at the beach.
However, for one boy, this was not any ordinary afternoon. He basked in the warmth, a similarly warm smile remaining across his face as he ran around with his friends, while the adults huddled up and chatted about mediocre topics of no interest to him. This would be, he assured himself, a birthday that he would never forget.
And he was correct.
The ground shook. It continued to shake, and shake, and shake, before falling silent.
Panic had set in, and so had the revelation that this was no typical day.
"Huh?" The boy said. "What the hell's goin' on?"
"It ain't an earthquake." Replied one of his friends. "The alarms would've sounded by now."
The ground shook again. This time, it stirred a sickly dread within all that were trying to get off the beach.
Something was coming. Fast.
Too many people were on that beach, and too many people were not spared when it appeared.
What once lapped at the sandy shore was now a black, sticky, viscous thing: a dark, hungry, remorseless, disgusting alien that consumed all that was in its path. Panic lapsed into complete hysteria, as everyone on that beach swarmed the stairs leading away from the thing like bees to nectar. "Mom? Dad? Where are you?" The teen cried.
But before his pleas could be answered, it reached the boy, devouring his consciousness and plummeting him into the unknown.
This person, was Brian Xavier.
Brian woke up, confused and afraid. He was in an entirely new location, with no knowledge of anything. "Hello? Is anybody there?" Brian shouted for help, but nobody answered. He continued to explore his surroundings. It seemed to be endless. Brian's stomach growled, he was starting to get hungry. If he couldn't find any food, he was surely going to starve to death.
He decided to take a closer look at the things around him. Yellow walls surrounded him, and his socks were drenched from the moist carpet. The lights emitted a strange buzzing sound that drilled into his skull. It was annoying, even painful as a mild headache swelled within his disoriented brain. Even though he was sure that he had never been here up until, this moment, the room was somehow familiar, it gave him a sense of nostalgia.
A few hours passed by. He started to really get hungry. He ran through endless amounts of rooms and corridors, all covered with yellow walls. He was trying to find a food source, but still no luck. "Maybe I can slurp some of the water from the carpets," he thought to himself. He took a deep breath and stumbled from dizziness. The stench of mildew amplified his migraine, and the thoughts of consuming whatever fluid was in that carpet made him sick to his stomach. Trying hard to concentrate, he rationalized that it probably wasn't even water.
Suddenly, a tape recorder appeared on the ground next to an outlet. He ran towards the device, and without hesitation snatched the recorder off the ground and decided to record a message:
"Uh, hey, is this thing on? Okay, so, um, today was my birthday, and I had this whole party with my friends at the beach. It was supposed to be a happy day, full of laughter and celebration, you know? But, man, things took a crazy turn. I was playing games with my friends and then out of nowhere, I saw this weird thing just burst into the sky. I've never seen anything like this before. And, it just started causing chaos, destroying everything in its path. And so I pass out."
"I wake up a few hours later, and now I'm in this weird place. There's zero signs of life or civilization. Zero people. Just me and this recorder I found. And let me tell you, this place is beyond weird. The walls are always yellow for some reason, like someone spilled mayonnaise all over them or something. And the carpet is honestly so wet. Oh, and don't get me started on that humming noise. I swear it's coming from those annoying lights. It's so damn distracting, I had to cover my ears just to avoid going crazy. And best of all, my socks are soaked. Thank the carpet for that. I've been walking for hours, trying to find some sign of life, but it's like this place goes on forever. Can you believe that? I mean, it's gotta end at some point, right? There's no way something can be endless."
"Welp, that's the end of my sob story. If I ever find some people or supplies then I'll record more messages. Otherwise, this will probably be the only message I'll record. Goodbye."
And as he lays on the wet carpet, he silently hopes that this was all just a bad dream.
To this day, when you've written so many chapters, some chapters are bound to be similar. Alas, I'm still trapped. Still scribbling with the pen for eternity. I can't restart anymore.
