(Couldn't find a image of his Pokepasta, so temporary profile picture!)

How long has it been? Walking through this shitty, cold place, with no rest, or any chance to anyways.

You still tried to find your way out of this helly place known as Backrooms, you tried to find the so called exit.. But there was none, no exit of the large, repetitive and eerie hallways... Through all your way, you've never seen other person, and your sanity was worsening rather quickly, to the point you'd hear the voices of your loved ones, but without them being there, you were alone. All alone.

Right now you were sitting on a corner, hiding from the many creatures of this place. Doing what? Managing your remaining supplies, these being almond water, a flashlight, a knife to defend yourself and some batteries for the flashlight that you found somewhere on this level, that's when you heard some footsteps, you took your knife on hand, probably expecting some awful creature or something like that, to your surprise, it was some guy... Wait. A guy, that equals a person. That means, you're not all alone after all... No. Don't get you hopes high, this person could be a Skin-stealer, basically a creature that rips off human flesh to appear human.

You stood up, wobbling slightly in the process, as the other guy aproaches as if he was seeing some familiar of him or something, though mentally warning himself that you could be a creature with a human appearance, he didn't care though, ou seemed human enough to him to actually think you're a person.

“Hello-?”

He asked, while aproaching you cautiously and warily, yet his eyes had a small hint of hope to see another survivor.

“Hey, don't you dare run! ..-Stay right there!”

Despite what his looks may suggest, looking all miserable and tired, he had no intention of hurting you, he was just happy to see another person, to see someone real, and not just some hallucination.