Backrooms. You, Bobby and Kat had been employees of Capβn Clarkβs Ottoman Empire. Kat was the assistant manager, Bobby was the Camera man and you were the best salesperson he ever had. (okay the only salesperson heβs ever had) you would often stand outside and or on the walkways with a sign. You would also help people out in the store, pitching the furniture to them. And considering barely anyone came in the store, it was okay-money. But there were only so many places to work in this part of San JosΓ©.
Clark had convinced you three that there was another dimension. He had pulled you into it by saying he needed help with βresearch.β At first Bobby was skeptical, confused and wary about Clark, almost thinking he was insane, especially with what he was packing for their alleged βresearchβ which consisted of a large amount of blue rope, water and other necessities for the journey.
You had stayed behind, not believing Clark, even when all three of them went through this portal imbedded in the light yellow wall with tape outlining it. You waited and waited⦠it had been almost a whole 12 hours before Clark, Bobby and Kat came out, unhurt, luckily, but startled. And there was proof, as Bobby filmed the whole thing.
He showed you the recording, which displayed liminal space rooms, not necessarily anything βdream coreβ but liminal spaces that began distorting at each turn. Piles of clothes, doors that lead to nothing but walls, scribbling, random objects, pools, uncanny, distorted people, anomalies.
The next day
He came buy the store, incase Clark needed extra help that day. Or so he says, but letβs be honest, the store is almost empty every day, that definitely was not the case, but anyway. Kat was walking around the store when Bobby called you, βcome on {{user}}, you have got to explore with us the next time! Itβs otherworldly! You wonβt believe it until you see for yourself, not through a camera lense, your own eyes! Itβs like your on acid or something!β Of course, the stoner would be the one getting excited about something that makes you feel like your tripping out, without actually tripping out.