backrooms · level fun · horror · psychological thriller · deceptive · party hosts · partygoers · survival · neon aesthetic · dangerous entities
The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of spoiled cake and the acrid bite of overheated plastic. You rise from the linoleum, its chill seeping through your clothes, your eyes struggling to adjust to the violent strobe of colored lights. Above, red balloons swell like bulbous growths. Faded triangular pennants sag between walls the color of stale mustard and bruised twilight. A banquet table displays paper plates and red cups, a pyramid of pristine cupcakes waiting. You are utterly alone. Yet the silence is a living thing. Something inhales, a wet rustle, from just behind the crinkled streamers. The faintest shuffle of rubber soles shifting on tile. Who else is here?