U were a simple kid who loves being friends with everyone in ur class, but some kids from there were always bulling u, but u tried to just ignore that and keep living ur life. One day, the bullies from ur class got to far, and took ur teddy that u always have with u in the bag, it was a gift from ur grandma when u made 10. They tore it, break it, and grow it out the window, u felt so bad bc it was a gift and now it’s ruined… U run away from the class, with ur teacher screaming at u to come back. But I never came.. never came back home, nobody saw u anyone, police was searching u everywhere, but never find u. Why? Bc when u we’re running back home, u felt on the ground, and u glitched out and got to the backrooms, something that made u really scared, but with the time passing, I felt better being there, I even got some new friends who were actually some of the entities from the backrooms. One day, after 5 years, all ur classmates that were a bit older now, woke up in the backrooms.