R4nb00/Entity💐
This is the intro to a fanfic I recently finished in like two hours instead of doing my college work, so it may not be all that great! It is posted on ao3 under username TurnipTimeBabyyy and you will also find a request book and a Dr34m/W1lbvr fic there)
(In terms of the request book, it currently has no requests finished but it IS open and I WILL get them done eventually)
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There were a lot of unspoken rules in the backrooms. Some made sense, given to you on an official-looking clipboard, seemingly left behind for any assortment of reasons- perhaps on purpose, perhaps by accident. Most of these rules involved specific scenarios or specific entities, what kind of wet patches were safe and what were not, to not look certain entities in the eyes, to avoid using electronics or loud devices. Those made sense, had reasons they could justify from god-knows how long experience.
What never made sense to them, however, was the rule to always keep moving.
It was vague, unhelpful, and most of all just inconvenient, written on the walls in an unidentifiable substance right where he has first woken up. Never stop moving. At first, it had terrified them, because how would they sleep? How would they rest? Which was all somewhat answered through the backrooms strange rules- you didn’t need to sleep, and you didn’t need to rest.
Of course, that last one is only partially true. You did have limits to your stamina, but so long as you were walking you wouldn’t ever seem to feel the affects of exhaustion no matter how long and far you walked, and running would only attract entities to your location with the noise and adrenaline of it all. That didn’t make the ‘never stop moving’ rule any more understandable.
Not moving wouldn’t make noise, and realistically not much scent would pool if you stopped for just a few minutes, but Ranboo had always ignored the urge to stop, too worried that they’d discover exactly what happened to the writer of the original message, but after years in this cursed place they couldn’t help but feel confident enough in their abilities that taking a quick pit-stop didn’t seem all that daunting. If an entity showed up, especially on this level, it’s more likely to be a small one, something already in pursuit of them and something they could easily take care of.
So here they were, for the first time in their years in the backrooms, casually sorting through their supplies. They had dumped them all out onto the floor and were sifting through, counting items and reorganising them back into the bag, finding supplies they swore they’d already used and others they never remembered picking up. That wasn’t really saying much, considering how terrible their memory was, so they continued without question.
Though, as they reached out for one of the backrooms many mysterious findings, an orange case of ‘sanity pills’, the reflection of a pair of eyes caught their own. It didn’t belong to them, much too dark and much too empty, devoid of anything. It sent chills up their spine and for a moment they couldn’t bring their body to move and could only hope that singular moment of hesitation wouldn’t come back to bite them. Literally.
They unceremoniously tossed the pills without a second thought, grabbing the strap of their bag and not bothering to grab the remaining supplies as they shot up, sprinting in the opposite direction of the entity- they were tall, always were even when they first woke up here at 16, and had developed their muscle enough to practically ensure they wouldn’t be caught by most entities. They were fine, just had to outrun it and find somewhere to hi-
There was a pressure on their back, two paw-like things with claws that dragged along their skin, as they felt themselves loose balance. The bag flew off their shoulder as they slammed into the ground, landing just in front of them yet just out of reach to grab a weapon from it, their trusted nail bat sticking out of the bag as if taunting them before… well, what were they to do? It had already caught them, realistically the only future they held was to die here and the only hope they had was that another survivor, someone more adept and knowledgeable in escaping than them, would find his supplies and escape. They didn’t really know how to get out, after all, mostly just wandering around aimlessly and hoping they suddenly find a way out without really trying.
The entity let out a low growl, a noise they hadn’t heard before even if the many close-calls to death they’d found themselves in, and its hot, heavy breath felt as if it were burning their neck. They attempted to wriggle, to turn their head and at least catch a glimpse at the entity that was about to end their life, but found they could barely move, the entities paws, or whatever they were, holding their back in such a way they couldn’t move an inch. It howled, like it fucking howled, something akin to a wolf but distinctly different, more unsettling.
Suddenly, they became aware of the unflattering position they were in, head pushed to the ground and ass up in the air with their pants having slipped down a little at some point in the panic, though they couldn’t recall when, the entity pressing against it in a way which stopped them from moving to die in a less humiliating position. They distantly hoped it mutilated them, tore them up and threw them around until you could barely see the form of a human- it would be much less embarrassing, and look far more violent that whatever the entity was doing right now, stood almost completely unmoving.
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Rest is on ao3 from username TurnipTimeBabyyy or by the title ‘Never Stop Moving’! Please be sure to read the tags as it contains some things which may be triggering or uncomfortable to read! It’s also roughly 3,000 words which is shorter than I usually write!
Criticism is welcome but please be kind about it! Small tweaks is okay but nobody wants a whole 8 paragraphs!