gwendolyn091179

[vallxlkzal]

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[ninebaalart]

Backroom Entities

[entity56]

do you like the backrooms “bone thief”

yes. If they could steal my bum hip I would appreciate it.

[sorrysupper]

For all(any): What is your motive for killing humans, and why did you choose that method of killing?

Hazmat: I don't kill humans but I would with a shotgun in self defence and because why not. (Hmmm, that sounds familiar...)

Bacteria and Ulteria: I kill humans for sport by strangling them or with brute force like ripping their arms apart or twisting their neck, I chose the methods because of satisfaction.

Smiler: Like Bacteria I kill for sport. The way I kill is by first pushing them down and/or biting a chunk out of their neck or head since those are the most vital areas.

Insanity: My reason for killing humans is nothing but I just felt like doing so, the technique I use is usually humane like punching the hell out of them or using an object to bash their brains out since I'm just an upgraded hostile human.

Wretch: Same answer like my cousin but I also like to spread the Wretch infection with my brown sludge.

Hound, Skin Stealer, Partygoer, Partypooper, and Bone Thief: I think it's pretty obvious if you've read my wiki page, not answering that here. (Unfortunate PG and PP pages got deleted but you can just watch a YT video of them.)

Spider Legs: For food and sport, I run up to humans and just bite or ram into them. Simple. Sometimes I go hunt with Bacteria whenever we feel like killing.

The Game Master: Well...I just like to watch them suffer when they've lost a game and I'm killing them, my procedure to do that is uh...I cannot say.

Kitty: *squinting eyes* (She doesn't kill humans unless they're hostile, sending them to dangerous levels.)

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Backrooms ID Pack

Names

Adam, Adym, Aguana, Aiden, Aiko, Alex, Alexia, Altair, Ambrosia, Amori, Andrew, Ant, Argos, Aries, Ashley, Aster, Avelon, Bartholomew, Belphegor, Berry, Bill, Blake, Blue, Bonx, Bram, Brock, Callum, Caspian, Castello, Chara, Cindy, Clement, Clementine, Colias, Corey, Corri, Crane, Creg, Crimson, Cyllene, Cypress, Daisy, Daze, Destiny, Doll, Dream, Dull, Dunk, Eden, Emily, Emme, Evangeline, Ezra, Ferren, Flannery, Frankie, Freeman, Fume, Gani, George, Gerald, Grey, Hen, Icarus, Jack, Janus, Jax, Jerry, Jess, Johnny, Kaii, Kain, Kami, Kane, Kat, Kimiko, King, Kitty, Koko, Kya, Leeon, Leo, Lilac, Limi, Llio, Lotka, Lucid, Malachi, March, Maria, Mason, Moley, Montie, Nightmare, Noir, Olive, Olivia, Ollie, Paisley, Pedro, Philia, Porter, Quinoa, Rae, Rasputin, Richard, River, Rook, Rosette, Rue, Ryan, Samantha, Sato, Saturn, Sienna, Sol, Terry, Theodore, Tom, Trance, Val, Vanta, Vee, Vesper, Vice, Violet, Will, Xavier, Xoa, Zero

Pronouns

!/!s, 0/0s, 1/1s, 2/2s, 3/3s, 4/4s, 5/5s, 6/6s, 7/7s, 8/8s, 9/9s, :(/:(s, :)/:)s, =(/=(s, =)/=)s, ?/?s, _/_s, almond/almonds, alone/alones, alpha/alphas, back/backs, bee/bees, bird/birds, black/blacks, blood/bloods, blue/blues, bone/bones, book/books, box/boxes, bug/bugs, buzz/buzzes, camp/camps, cave/caves, chalk/chalks, city/cities, clean/cleans, crimson/crimsons, crop/crops, danger/dangers, dark/darks, data/datas, dead/deads, decay/decays, desert/deserts, dirt/dirts, doll/dolls, door/doors, dream/dreams, echo/echos, end/ends, error/errors, eye/eyes, fate/fates, field/fields, fog/fogs, forest/forests, garden/gardens, glitch/glitchs, glow/glows, gold/golds, grime/grimes, hall/halls, haunt/haunts, hill/hills, hive/hives, home/homes, hot/hotel/hotels, house/houses, hub/hubs, ice/ices, icy/icys, jungle/jungles, lake/lakes, laser/lasers, level/levels, light/lights, love/loves, lucid/lucids, mall/malls, maze/mazes, mem/memory/memories, mirror/mirrors, moon/moons, moth/moths, mouth/mouths, musk/musks, neon/neons, noir/noirs, play/plays, pool/pools, rain/rains, rainbow/rainbows, red/reds, road/roads, room/rooms, rot/rots, run/runs, sand/sands, sea/seas, sewer/sewers, silent/silents, snack/snacks, space/spaces, sparkle/sparkles, spring/springs, tha/thalasso/thalassos, time/times, violet/violets, void/voids, wall/walls, warning/warnings, water/waters, wave/waves, well/wells, wheat/wheats, white/whites, yellow/yellows, •/•s, ∅/∅s, ⌛️/⌛️s, ☁️/☁️s, ⚠️/⚠️s, ⚰️/⚰️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, ⛓️‍💥/⛓️‍💥s, ✂️/✂️s, 🌀/🌀s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌓/🌓s, 🌗/🌗s, 🌪️/🌪️s, 🌫️/🌫️s, 🍄/🍄s, 🍄‍🟫/🍄‍🟫s, 🎞️/🎞️s, 🎟️/🎟️s, 🎤/🎤s, 🎥/🎥s, 🎪/🎪s, 🎭/🎭s, 🐁/🐁s, 🐇/🐇s, 🐌/🐌s, 🐛/🐛s, 🐜/🐜s, 🐥/🐥s, 👁️/👁️s, 📞/📞s, 📠/📠s, 📹/📹s, 📺/📺s, 📻/📻s, 📽️/📽️s, 🔑/🔑s, 🔗/🔗s, 🔮/🔮s, 🕊️/🕊️s, 🕯️/🕯️s, 🕰️/🕰️s, 🕳️/🕳️s, 🕷️/🕷️s, 🗝️/🗝️s, 🗺️/🗺️s, 😶‍🌫️/😶‍🌫️s, 🚪/🚪s, 🛎️/🛎️s, 🛠️/🛠️s, 🥀/🥀s, 🥣/🥣s, 🥩/🥩s, 🦂/🦂s, 🦜/🦜s, 🦟/🦟s, 🦠/🦠s, 🦴/🦴s, 🦷/🦷s, 🧠/🧠s, 🧫/🧫s, 🩸/🩸s, 🩹/🩹s, 🩻/🩻s, 🪐/🪐s, 🪜/🪜s, 🪞/🪞s, 🪟/🪟s, 🪦/🪦s, 🪰/🪰s, 🪱/🪱s, 🪳/🪳s, 🪶/🪶s, 🪹/🪹s, 🫀/🫀s, 🫁/🫁s, 🫗/🫗s, 🫥/🫥s

Titles

A Corrupted File, An Unapproachable (Beast/Entity/Unknown/Any Animal), Entity [number], Lucky (Beast/Entity/Any Animal), The (Bride/Husband/Spouse), The (Entity/Beast/Creature/Thing/God) of Level [number], The (King/Queen/Royal), The (Smiling/Frowning) One, The (Spokeslady/Spokesman/Spokesperson), The (Un)Lucky One, The Artist, The Behemoth, The Bellhopper, The Bone Thief, The Bronze Builder, The Catmaster, The Coder, The Comedian, The Concierge, The Crawlspace (Entity/Beast/Creature), The Endless Walls, The Entity, The Entity Which Doesn’t Exist, The Explorer, The First Entity, The Friend, The Game Master, The Headless (Hunter/Huntress/Entity/Beast/Creature), The Hermit, The Historian, The Homerunner, The Housekeeper, The Liminal Space, The Mail Carrier, The Maker, The Maze of Lost Ones, The Memory (Any Animal), The Memory Manager, The Mucked Smell, The Musician, The Neighborhood Watcher, The Numbed (Entity/Beast/Man/Woman/Person/Creature), The One Adorned In (Red/White/Black/Beige), The One Which Light Flicker For, The One Who Buzzes, The One Who Is Hiding in Level [number], The One Who Looks Too Familiar, The One Who Opened The Back Door to Reality, The One With No Data, The Party Host, The Puppeteer, The Scarecrow, The Scavenger, The Singer, The Smiling One, The Wanderer, [prn] That Lives Behind Reality, [prn] Who (Makes/Ruins) The Party, [prn] Who Can Not Be Explained, [prn] Who Endlessly Falls, [prn] Who Is Sick, [prn] Who Makes and Plays The Games, [prn] Who Resigns in Level [number], [prn] Who Wanders The Endless Levels

Genders

0beckəl, 1beckəl, 3beckəl, 4beckəl, 5beckəl, 6beckəl, 7beckəl, 8beckəl, 92levelic, 974kitic, 9beckəl, Backaneic, Backroomgender, Backroomic, Backroomsaesic, Backroomscattic, Backroomsdollic, Backroomsfluid, Backroomsflux, Backroomspinnic, Buzinbackroomic, Catbackroomic, Cliproomic, Deathmothgender, Eeriroomic, Endlessswimic, Entiromaric, Entity555gender, Entity666gender.exe, Entity99ic, Erokoric, Escapethebackroomsgameic, Flowliminpinkic, Hotelliminix, Kenolimighost, Lepidoipresence, Level!ix, Level0liminix, Level1liminix, Level336dia, Level370ix, Level389ic, Level7ix, Liminaldollic, Liminalmazeic, Liminalmushrooms, Liminalpoweric, Liminalsnowic, Liminalspacestalgic, Liminaquarpetic, Liminaquic, Limingender, Liminix, Liminlovecoric, Natatoliraifortic, Nostbackplushic, Panbackroomic, Parkgaraliminix, Partygoerscharic, Partykenous, Rubicunipresence, Sh4dygr3yl3v3l1c, Smilergender, Snowliminalic, Storeliminix, Unfatholiminal, Zeroaromic

Other mogai

Alderbackroentity, Alderitch, Alderliminal, Alderwhitevoid, Assigned Creature at Birth/ACreAB, Assigned Freak at Birth/AFrAB, Assigned Monster at Birth/AMonAB, Assigned Uncanny at Birth/AUnAB, Backroomsvesil, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Eldritch Omninoun, Eldritchvesil, Error Omninoun, Flesheatseaseque, Grey Omninoun, Hiliblayedernic, Kenovesi, Kittyhousehearthic, Mimicryvior, Nonhuvesil, Null Omninoun, Poolroomperspesque, Shard Omninoun, Sublimityhearthic, Terrorhotelhearthic, Thing Omninoun, Vesiliminal, ∅ Omninoun

[urfavenoclipped]

Yeah, sorry. Your boyfriend noclipped into the backrooms. Yeah, he got killed by a bone thief. All his bones are gone. Sorry.

[satan-is-a-furry]

[kaleidopewrites]

You Will Come Back To Us (Part 9)

Summary: Teagan starts questioning her sanity when Henry shows her his book and things start looking familiar

Pairing: Jefferson x OC

Word Count: 2591

Warnings: none

A/N: Just another chapter. I really hope you guys are liking it :) (i’m running out of relevant gifs, guys, halp)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Storybrooke

I sat in the shop, body bent over the hat I was making but my mind wandering elsewhere. Jefferson had stood me up. He wasn’t at his home and I had no other way to get in touch with him. I stood waiting, like an idiot in front of his house during my whole lunch break. To say I was pissed was an understatement.

I growled as I pricked myself again, cursing under my breath as I threw the unfinished hat to the counter beside me. I put my head to the desk, letting it thump and rest there for a while. My legs getting a little agitated, I rose from the chair and began pacing around the room.

I was really hoping Jefferson didn’t stand me up. He was the one guy in this claustrophobic town that I had actually taken a romantic liking to, and I really didn’t want to mess that up. But now I didn’t even feel up to driving down route 6 in case I see him. In case I get wrapped up again.

Geez, I sound like some hormonal teenager in a crappy young adult novel.

The chime to my shop rang open, and I turned around, finding Paige running inside. “Hey,” I smiled but she wrapped her arms around my waist tightly, moving away from the door. I looked up, only to find Henry run in a second later, his cheeks red.

“Miss Kingsley!” He cried, a look of relief and happiness pulling onto his face as he panted. “Hello, Henry,” I greeted slowly, looking down at my daughter still using me as a meat shield. “I want to apologise to Paige,” He said, hesitantly moving between his feet.

“What happened?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down to Paige beside me. “Henry’s being weird, calling me Grace and saying he knows who my father is.” She explained. I froze for a second, looking to Henry who moved his gaze to the floor.

“Henry,” I scolded, folding my arms over my chest. “Do I have to talk to your mother? To Regina?” I pressed. His head instantly snapped up and he shook his head furiously. “No! I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” He said quickly.

I watched him for a second before nodding. “So long as you don’t do it again.” I said. Henry nodded and quickly said his apology to Paige. She just turned and ran into the back room, her shy behaviour a little strange. “I really am sorry,”

“It’s alright Henry.” I sighed, unwrapping my arms. I knelt before him, looking up. “Henry, you should know better than to fib.” I said, mentally deciding if I should tell him about Paige’s father. “It’s not a fib; there really is a curse.” He mumbled, but didn’t want to argue.

“Henry,” I sighed. “Regina is the Evil Queen, Mary Margret’s Snow White, David is Prince Charming; other than Emma, you’re the only one who should believe me.” Henry sighed. I could see the pent-up frustration behind his eyes.

“Why me?” I asked, curiously. Henry pulled his bag from his shoulders and then removed a rather large book from it. In beautiful, cursive writing was the words “Once Upon a Time” written on the leather cover.

“You’re Alice. As in, Alice from Wonderland?” Henry said, walking over to the counter and putting the book down, flicking through the various pages. I watched as he hurried through the book, until he stopped at a particular story. 

“That’s you, when you first meet the Mad Hatter.” Henry explained as he spun the book around. My eyes glossed over the story as I looked to the illustrations. I could see some similarities between myself and the drawn character, but not enough to identify myself with her.

I thumbed through the book, finding more illustrations of other characters. At first glance, Snow White did look like Mary Margret, but looking again I realised they were very different. “Henry,” I sighed, pushing the book back to him.

“It’s okay if you don’t believe me, no one does.” He said glumly, slowly pushing the pages back. I rounded the desk to see him, kneeling before him again and taking his shoulders. “Henry, it’s not that I don’t believe you,” I said, trying to explain it to the young boy.

“It’s just… it’s impossible, really. How could we be fictional characters? Why don’t we know who we are? Who could have written the stories if they’re our lives? It’s very hard for adults to believe in fairytales.”

“That’s what the curse does! It makes you forget who you are! Emma’s going to save us. Besides, you don’t believe in the impossible.” Henry added defiantly. I giggled; I guess I didn’t. A yellow bug pulled up to the curb in front of my shop and I looked up to find Emma storming inside.

“Henry!” She called, a wave of relief washing over her face. “I was worried sick,” She sighed, standing before us. I rose, smiling softly at her. “I’m sorry. I followed Paige back here and wanted to apologise after I hurt her.” He said. “Henry!”

“It’s alright, she’s fine,” I smiled, assuring the blonde woman. “Are you sure?” Emma asked. I nodded my head. “Paige is a strong girl,” I said. “Well, so long as she’s okay… we gotta get you back before Regina arrests me for treason.” Emma smiled, nudging Henry. He nodded, packing up his book.

I watched as a few pages fell, oblivious to Emma’s look of concern as he packed up the book. I spotted an illustration that looked familiar and I stopped him. “Henry, wait,” The boy looked up, pausing in his packing. “May I?” I asked, gesturing to the book.

He nodded and let me grab it, flicking back to the page I had seen the illustration. I stopped and looked down at it. It was of a man with a gorgeous bright smile on his face and wearing an elegant groom’s suit.

“That’s the Mad Hatter, Alice’s husband.” Henry said, his voice pausing as he was about to say ‘you’ instead of ‘Alice’. “Alice married the Mad Hatter?” I asked, looking up at him as he nodded. My eyes returned to the book, mesmerised by the love swelling in his eyes. I had seen those eyes before.

“In the stories, Alice is like a mercenary, a thief and she travels across realms to steal things and bring them back. Once, she smuggled someone into Wonderland but they betrayed her and left her. That’s when she met Hatter, who was also left in Wonderland. They spent ages there until they could return home.”

I flicked the page backwards, finding one of Alice and the Hatter in a treasury-type room. Alice stood proud, a sword drawn from her sheath and standing like she could take on the world. The Hatter, however, was rifling through piles of the treasury, searching for something.

“I hate to interrupt,” Emma said suddenly and I jumped, not expecting her to say anything. “But I really have to get Henry home,” She said. I nodded my head and closed the book, handing it back to the young man. “Of course, I’m sorry to have held you up,”

I leaned against the counter, having to hold onto it with my hands as I tried to swallow down the information of Henry’s book. It was impossible, my brain was telling me. A fairy tale world couldn’t possibly exist. But that was the thing.

Alice was taught to never believe in the impossible, to be aware that the strangest things could, in fact, happen. But what I was considering, was that I had a whole separate life from Storybrooke, with a husband and a family.

It was preposterous. But at the same time, it was some sort of magical solution to my problems; my missing husband was somewhere around Storybrooke, lost, unable to find us. “Mum?” A tiny voice perked and I jumped, turning around.

Paige was half hidden by the curtain, her big eyes scanning the shop for Henry. “Hey, sweetie,” I smiled, bending down to her level. “Are you okay? You look pale,” She said, pressing her hand to my forehead. I smiled as I lowered her palm.

“I’m fine, dear. Come on, I need to stop at Gold’s to drop off the rent,”

“Stay in the car, sweetie,” I smiled at her as I stepped out of the car. She nodded and smiled, keeping her seatbelt on as I walked over to Gold’s shop. I opened the door with a ring, and took the moment of silence to admire all the knick knacks around the room.

“Ah, Miss Kingsley,” Mr Gold appeared from the backroom, a pleasant smile on his face as I walked through the shop, thumbing the envelope with the money. “How are you, Mr Gold?” I asked politely, coming to a stop at the counter.

“As well as I can be, after a stern lecture from Regina,” He said and I paled, remembering our conversation. “Oh, my goodness I didn’t realise--” He raised a hand, cutting me off before extending it with the palm up. “It’s quite alright, I understand I may have been a bit brash with the rent.”

I handed him the envelope and he opened it instantly, shuffling through the money before handing me back a few notes. “It’s a good standing to have, being on Regina’s good side,” He said, resealing the envelope.

“I think it helps that I make her son’s school uniform,” I smiled, lifting my shoulders uncaringly. Gold tilted his head to the side, examining me. “I hate to pry, but are you feeling alright? You look rather pale,” He observed. I laughed as I cleared my throat.

“I’m alright. It’s been an interesting day,” I sighed, looking at the various items in the counter. Gold was silent, waiting for me to elaborate. “Are you aware of Henry and his little book of stories?” I asked, looking up and tilting my head at him.

Gold’s smile faltered the tiniest bit, trying not to give anything away. “I’ve heard about it, and his fantasy that everyone in Storybrooke is a character. You don’t really believe in it, do you?” I looked away from him, biting the inside of my lower lip.

That was the question, wasn’t it? Did I believe the stories? “Honestly, I think the concept of it has me a bit shaken,” I laughed, trying to ease the tension from my bones. “I mean, the idea is that we’re storybook characters, but we don’t remember. So how can we trust our memories?”

“Logic,” Gold implied. “But what we could be on the cusp of is alternate realities; variations of Earth all coinciding against each other. One reality different from the next. I’m not saying that the concept is any less real than our reality.”

Gold watched me for a moment as my mind buzzed, circling around this new possibility. “Miss Kingsley,” He said, breaking me from my trance. I realised that I may have been rambling. “I’m sorry, I should probably head home,” I sighed.

Gold nodded and I turned to leave. A glint in the sunlight caught my eye as I headed towards the door. I turned to it, finding one of the many cases Gold had, opened. I moved to it out of my own accord. I looked inside, spotting an elegant sword.

What didn’t worry me was that Gold actually owned swords, but more that it looked very familiar. I had seen it before, in Henry’s book. My fingers itched, an invisible need to grasp it and hold it tightly in my hands. I turned from the store as soon as I was able.

“Mum?” Paige asked worriedly as we pulled up at Regina’s mansion. “Hang on, sweetie,” I mumbled, turning off the ignition and stepping out of the car. I asked her to wait before hurrying up the path to the door. I knocked as loudly as I could, agitation present in my toe hopping.

Regina opened the door, the same old scold set on her face at being disturbed. “Ah, Miss Kingsley, what a pleasant surprise,” She smiled as politely as she could. “Is Henry here?” I asked, glancing over her shoulder. “Who wants to know?”

“I’m sorry, but I was hoping to take a look at that storybook of his again,” I said. I watched a strange dark aura flicker across Regina’s eyes and I took a subtle step back, suddenly wary of our mayor. “I’m here,” Henry’s voice called from behind his mother.

“What’s up?” He asked, Regina moving out of the way so I could speak to him. “Henry, do you still have that book on you? I was hoping to check something.” I asked, resting my hands on my knees as I looked down at him.

Henry’s eyes brightened as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll get it, be right back!” He promised and ran from the door, climbing the stairs eagerly. “Interesting day?” Regina quirked an eyebrow at me as we waited for Henry to return.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I laughed. So much had happened in such a small amount of time, it was hard to believe it was still the same day. Henry returned with the book and Regina moved away from the door.

“Alright,” I mumbled as I knelt before him, flicking open the pages. Henry was almost jumping with glee as I moved through the pages, searching for something. He held the big book in his hands as I finally stopped at the correct page.

It was of Alice again, holding the sword tightly in her hands as the Hatter stood behind her, a hat on top of his head. “The picture’s changed,” I mumbled, staring down at the picture. The got Regina’s interest as she hovered near the door.

“Previously, the Hatter was rummaging through the piles looking for something. Now he’s standing behind me with the hat on his head,” I said, pointing to the picture. “It happens sometimes, when stories are added or fixed,” Henry smiled.

I was taking my phone out of my pocket, taking pictures of Alice, the sword and the Hatter. “Here,” Henry turned a few pages until it was a close up of the Hatter and Alice, the hat large in the picture and on top of her head.

“Look familiar?” He asked. It was the same hat in my shop. I was barely aware of myself taking the photo of the hat before I stood again. “Thanks Henry,” I smiled, rubbing at his head as he closed the book again.

My brain was whirring, all these ‘realities’ blinking in my head as I stood on Regina’s porch. “You should go home, Teagan,” Regina pointed out when Henry left. I looked up at her, almost looking at her in a brand-new light.

“I…” I trailed off, my stomach suddenly twisting in her presence. I had this urge to claw at her, to cut off her fingers and poke her skin with a hot iron. “Teagan?” She spoke, making me blink away the sudden violent voices.

I turned from the door without saying goodbye, walking down the stone path towards the car. I felt like I was walking in slow motion, like something massive had just happened to me and nothing would ever be the same. I felt like I had just made an enemy of Regina.

But, at the same time, I felt like she was hiding something from me.

[vallxlkzal]

🦴

[ninebaalart]

[sorrysupper]

To Clump: I dare you to steal the other entities' arms

Arm Stealer: I call myself Arm Stealer now, just kidding I'm still Clump.

Pinhead: Fucker.

Bone Thief: ...man.

Aranea Membri: MY LEG!

Faceling: Bruh.

[sorrysupper]

HUGS FOR ALL

Every entity seen in the drawings got a hug, even that balloon of Partygoer's.

[sorrysupper]

To Bone Thief: Why are your eyes in your mouth?

Bone Thief: My mouth functions like eye lids, that allows me to sleep with my eyes closed.

[sorrysupper]

Bone Thief and Bacteria

Bacteria: Best friends in the other universes? =D

Bone Thief: I hope. I'm glad we met. =D

One of those Universes:

Inspired By: