(my first oneshot on tumblr, let’s gooo)
|1974|
“Oh my gosh. We’re gonna die.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, darling.”
“We’re actually so dead.”
“I’m never gonna get to play my guitar again.”
“You won’t get to kiss it or stroke it lovingly either.”
“Shut up, Roger!”
“Children, please, can we try to focus?” The voice of reason spoke again. “Deaky is actively having a panic attack.”
“No, I’m fine!” The bass player was currently digging his fingernails into Freddie’s arm and trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Except a leaf in the wind would have more stability than John did at that moment.
“Everybody just breathe,” Freddie said as he gazed around the empty space. A dark and foreboding hallway was all the way at the end, seemingly miles away but they all knew it would only take a minute or so to get down there.
Not that they had any intent to do so.
“Let’s just find the exit,” Brian added. He looked up at the yellow-beige ceiling that matched the bare walls and shuddered.
“I might cry,” Deaky said.
“Amateur,” Roger sniffled as he took the hankie Brian offered him and blew his nose.
“We just have to move forward and stay calm.” Freddie was only a few scary moments away from bursting into dramatic tears himself.
“You’re insane!” Deaky shouted. “I’m gonna stay here and say my prayers. Actually, could someone knock me out so when the monsters come and maim me I don’t feel anything?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Deaky.” Freddie was already marching away, deeper into the creepy building.
Deaky released several intelligible noises that vaguely conveyed shock and “have you gone batty?!”.
Brian took Deaky’s arm and started tugging. “C’mon, Deaks, it’ll be all right.”
“NO! NOTHING IS ALL RIGHT.”
Roger grabbed Deaky’s other arm and began pulling as well. “John, get it together. We can cry and walk at the same time!”
“nnNnNooooOOOoooOOoooOoOoOoOOOO.”
“For crying out loud, John, stop digging in your heels!”
“Fred, stay here!” Brian yelled.
Freddie’s response was to disappear around a corner.
Brian groaned and continued attempting to drag John, who was still in hysterics and was now half-screaming frantic gibberish. “Deaky, stop, we have to follow Freddie!”
The bass player wailed.
SMACK.
The wailing stopped.
Then the guitarist and the drummer started dragging their hysterical bassist behind them. Eventually his legs gave out but they didn’t stop, instead opting to simply pull him like he was a bag of flour or something. He was still whining and groaning about their “eventual demise” but they chose to ignore him.
They did not find Freddie upon turning the same corner. Instead they found an eerily empty yellowish room that was identical to the one they’d just been in, but the corners and hallways were in different places.
There was also the faint growling noises coming from their right but that’s a minor detail.
Brian huffed. “Where do we go now?”
“I don’t know,” Roger replied. “I’m a bit scared to shout for Freddie; I don’t want to attract attention.”
“I think it’s a bit late for that, considering John was screaming bloody murder not two minutes ago.”
John muttered something under his breath in response.
The growling grew louder.
The boys froze.
“Any chance that’s Fred?” Brian said, more to himself than the others.
Roger began to rapidly go through his curse word vocabulary and Deaky just whimpered.
Brian edged toward a different corner, tightening his grip on Deaky’s arm. “We should go.”
Roger gasped. “No, really? I thought we’d go towards the horrifying sound. That’d be much better.”
Before either Brian or Deaky could retort, they were met with banshee screaming coming from the direction of the growling. They blinked and half a second later Freddie.
Brian and Roger hit the ground with Freddie on top of them, and nearly conking Deaky in the head. Instantly all four of them started trying to untangle themselves as Freddie raved about an entity he’d seen and how it was huge and terrifying and that it was following him and now it knew they were all there and it was coming for them and oh shoot, now Deaky’s crying.
“Come on, come on, we have to go!” Freddie yanked John to his feet as Brian and Roger sprang up.
“Go where?!” Roger shouted.
“Anywhere but here!”
“Where’s the exit?!”
“HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?”
“There is no exit!” John wailed. “We’re gonna be trapped in here forever being hunted until we just die—”
“DEAKY STOP IT!” Roger shrieked.
“There’s an exit here somewhere,” Brian added. “I’ve read a lot about these types of places. There’s only one exit; we just have to find it.”
Freddie nodded. “We’ll find it.”
John groaned pessimistically.
Something whacked the wall in the hallway behind them, followed by a low, feral growling.
So, needless to say, they ran.
There was no rhyme or reason to when or why they turned the corners; they just ran. They ran so they didn’t have to think, so they didn’t have time to dwell on their circumstances.
Until they turned a corner and found themselves a mere ten feet away from an entity.
They screeched to a halt.
Roger started crying on the spot.
Brian dropped an f-bomb. Loudly. It echoed off the plain walls.
The entity they were staring at was tall, towering over them enough to make Brian feel small even though it was slightly hunched over. It was skinny and gangly, looking like a malnourished and deformed giant. Clawed hands curled into fists before reaching up and dragging a hand down the wall, making an obnoxious scriiitch noise that made Queen flinch.
“Why does it have teeth?” Freddie whispered.
Brian gagged. Deaky and Roger clung to each other like twin boa constrictors.
The monster just stood there, eyeing them up and down as if deciding which one it wanted to devour first. It straightened up to its full height and simply watched them.
Then it lunged.
Roger screamed.
In the Lap of the Gods had never sounded better.
Still screaming, Roger lashed out and kicked the monster as soon as it got close enough. The entity stumbled back, obviously not used to being fought.
“ROGER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Freddie yelled.
“KICK IT IN THE NUTS!” Roger screeched, throwing a punch to the entity’s arm.
The monster, freshly enraged, roared and slapped Brian against the wall before he could react.
“IT DOESN’T HAVE NUTS, ROGER,” Brian screamed back, staggering to his feet.
“I DON’T CARE, I JUST WANT IT DEAD!”
Freddie offered his own kick, which probably didn’t do much except make the monster even more pissed. Deaky whipped off one of his sassy high-heeled boots and hurled it at the monster’s head.
The entity stumbled. Actually stumbled.
Queen just watched, in silent horror and amazement.
Then the screaming began again.
“KILL IT!” That was Roger.
“BRIAN, GIVE ME A CLOG!” Deaky yelled.
“WHAT?!”
“GIVE ME A CLOG SO I CAN THROW IT!”
“ITS MY SHOE, I WANT TO THROW IT!”
“I HAVE BETTER AIM BECAUSE YOU THROW LIKE A GIRL!”
The entity released an unholy screech and grabbed at Freddie. Roger screamed and kicked it right where its family jewels should have been, and the thing recoiled.
“I DON’T THROW LIKE A GIRL!”
“BRIAN HAROLD MAY—”
“OKAY, OKAY!” Brian kicked off his clogs, revealing his tasteful rainbow socks.
Deaky gripped the clogs in his shaky grip. He set one down on the ground before grabbing the other one (the left one, to be precise), took a deep breath, and chucked it.
The entity failed to notice, since it was too busy trying to chop Freddie into tiny little pieces. The clog sailed through the air and smacked it right on the head.
Deaky didn’t wait for the monster to react to try to regain sense. He threw the other clog with zero hesitation, resulting in yet another headshot.
“KILL IT!” Roger screeched.
By the end of the day, that would become their mantra.
Brian grabbed the nearest clog and smashed it into the entity’s head with all of his skinny nerd twig strength. Freddie snatched up the other one and followed Brian’s lead. They didn’t let up until the entity finally laid there before vanishing in a poof of black ash.
Roger was still screaming “KILL IT” at this time, so Freddie quickly reassured him it was finally dead. The reassurance involved a lot of soothing and shushing and “you’re all right, it’s okay”.
Brian’s shoes were recovered, as was Deaky’s boot, and then they moved on. Clinging to each other and walking like four separate bodies merged into a single giant one.
Were they terrified? Of course.
Were they traumatized? Frick yeah.
Were they going to need therapy when they got out? Absolutely.
But, hey, at least they’re bonding.
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right so, there’s no way this is just a oneshot. Apparently I’m making a series lmao. Soo…
part 1 of ??
also #queen vs the backrooms is the official hashtag for this, ig??
@cheesebunz here you go bestie <3
