My Backrooms OC!
Behold! His name is Linux.
Linux didn’t really “arrive” in the Backrooms; he just sort of… showed up there one day. With no memeories or clue why he was there, he spotted a chair and aligned it with the nearest wall. And so he just wanders around rearanging furniture. He’s a passive guy, gentle and earnest, trying his best in the uncaring Backrooms. He tries to learn — picking up random books and scraps that fall into the Backrooms, teaching himself bits of English, figuring out how irons work (for some reason), and how to talk. He doesn’t know or speak much, but he tries.
Sometimes people no-clip through and he does his best to gently escort them back home, sometimes offering them a spare cracker,: although sometimes they don't accept his help and end up getting - well - lets say they don't last very long.
