Opening Author's Notes: All Backrooms content and names listed are not mine. I only own my OC's. Go and support the original creators if you have the chance.

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Paul Maryfield is a normal teenager. He enjoys playing video games, hanging out with friends, and focusing on academics. He is also a creepypasta fanatic and enjoys scrolling through horror forums and websites. Paul fell into the Backrooms rabbit hole when he saw some of the "Found Footage" videos on the internet.

He became particularly interested in a YouTube channel that explained different levels in a simple yet interesting way. The channel, Broogli, had over one million subscribers, and Paul thought it was well-deserved. The quality of Broogli's videos was pretty good, and he uploaded often, so Paul watched his videos whenever he had the time.

Paul had just gotten home from school and was thankful for the shortened week due to Thanksgiving coming up. He typed in the four-digit code that opened his garage and lazily walked in, already having his key in the lock. He heard his dog barking at him from the kitchen. The tired boy pushed open the door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. Claudia, the small, black, tan, and white Yorkshire Terrier, was already running up to him with a toy in her mouth. Paul yawned and kneeled to pet the dog. Her tail wagged a bit before she ran back down the adjacent hallway towards the back of the kitchen, towards his mother's office. The high school junior smiled as he walked towards the office, seeing his mother at her computer. They exchanged hugs and greetings. She asked him how his day was, and he asked her the same. It was only a few hours until she had to go and pick up Abraham from basketball practice. Paul readjusted his backpack over his shoulders and strode off toward his room.

The door smoothly opened, reminding him of the recent renovations. Paul placed his bag down near his nightstand and sighed, plopping into his swivel chair in front of his PC. He typed in his password and opened up Google, searching "Backrooms." The search engine filled in the rest for him, proof of his previous history on the Backrooms Wiki.

Paul scrolled down the home page, seeing new articles, entities, and entries. He clicked on the "Enigmatic entities" section of the page. His eyes scanned over the dozen or so names, remembering that he saw a new one on the home page. He looked over the names and saw it: "The Puzzle Maker."

Paul raised an eyebrow before clicking on the text. Once the page loaded, Paul looked at the information above the entity's picture. It seemed like this was the entity's little self-description. He continued reading, feeling slightly sad as he read on. At the end of the article, two sentences were highlighted in red. Paul took time to read through each, and he was a bit surprised.

The creator of this entity took the time to flesh out the level and backstory of the Puzzle Maker.

Paul looked away from the screen for a moment to process all of the information that he had just taken in. 'So, if I'm understanding correctly,' he thought, 'this entity used to be a puzzle in the real world. But once its owners stopped playing with it, one day when the room it was in was being cleaned, and toys were being thrown out, it was knocked off of the shelf and no-clipped and ended up in its respective level. Next, some sort of colorful cube fell on it and gave it sentience; the puzzle box made a form and tried to recreate the room of its old owners. Then they started to gain feelings and wanted to cry because of loneliness. A human entered the level and called it a monster, so it changed its form and started to create fun, bring laughter, and be humorous. Now, The Puzzle Maker looks like a colorful jester thing that has abandonment issues,' Paul mentally recounted.

The swivel chair creaked as he leaned back, yawning as he stretched his legs. He supposed he could binge-watch some Broogli before he played a video game to pass the time before he had to go to bed. A couple of clicks of the computer mouse later, a five-hour-long YouTube video was shown on the monitor. Paul relaxed, slouching backward in his chair to listen to the man behind the screen explain various Backrooms levels.

As he watched the videos, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience the Backrooms himself. He knew the dangers and the risks, but the mystery and the intrigue were too much to resist. He knew that people could unintentionally get there by no-clipping. And by doing some outlandish action like falling down an anomalous set of stairs or running into a wall that's a slightly darker shade than the rest of them.

Paul had another thought.

What if a wanderer somehow made friends with some of the dangerous entities, and especially some of the hostile enigmatic ones? What if one gained the trust of some of the Person's of Interest? Paul could only wonder, someone who could pull off a feat like that would most likely be very valuable to most if not all the groups in the Backrooms.

He reclined back in his chair, looking up at the dimly lit ceiling. 'I bet a lot of those entities would be…decent…conversation. If most of them didn't kill people.'

The teen got up from the swivel chair and stretched, sighing in relief as he heard his back pop. He looked to the bottom right of his monitor, it read "7:12 P.M.".

Paul decided he's been on his computer long enough, and shut it down. He did his nightly routine, and before he knew it, he was in bed asleep, his brother, Abraham on the other side of the room, tired from basketball practice.

He thanked God for the day and went off to sleep.

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Paul groaned as he shifted in his bed, the blaring of his phone waking him up. He tapped the snooze icon and got up, stretching. After thanking God for blessing him to wake up again, Paul hopped in the shower.

Not even forty minutes later, Paul was fully dressed and ready for the second, and last school day of this week due to his Thanksgiving break coming up. He let out another yawn, opening the hallway door that leads to the rest of the house. Glancing at the oven clock, Paul went to warm up his car. It was pretty chilly this morning. He shifted his backpack over his shoulder, lazily walking to put it in his car.

Paul checked his pockets, making sure the essentials were there. Phone, wallet, a handkerchief for his glasses, and his chapstick, were all good. The Junior opened the backseat passenger door, sliding his backpack onto the tan, leather seats. He closed the door, and strode back towards the door in his garage, hands in his hoodie pocket. There were about fifteen minutes left before he and Abraham had to leave to get to school on time.

"Guess I'll make some lunch."

Paul opened his fridge, scanning for the bag of apples, he grabbed them and placed two of them on the marble counter of the kitchen. He went to his pantry to get some chips, but before he could open it, Paul felt like he was falling. He only looked down for a second, and he saw what looked to be his legs embedded in the wooden floor of his house.

He continued downward, fast, onto the floor, he couldn't comprehend the rest of what was happening. Paul let out a scream when his brain caught up with what was happening to him.

The teen was falling, of course, but how? How is he falling? Panicked eyes looked around, only to see nothing but a dark void surrounding him.

The screams of terror coming from him only stopped when he felt his body collide with something, hard. Paul let out a shuddering breath and shakily sat up, the shock quickly setting in. He didn't even register the wet, soft ground under him. His pupils were pinpricks, he tried to take in his surroundings, but all he saw were mono-yellow walls and tons of fluorescent lights on the ceiling.

He couldn't even think due to the loudness of the lights at maximum buzz. Once he regained a bit of focus, there was one thing playing over and over in the back of his mind.

"If you're not careful and no-clip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of moist carpet, the madness of mono-yellow, and endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in. God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby because it sure as hell has heard you…"

Closing Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I'm not the best at writing but I wanted to write a Backrooms fanfiction that has some decent quality and stays sort of true to the wiki. I don't see a lot of them on the Internet, so, I wanted to take a shot at writing a good one. Please tell me what I could improve on in my writing. Please have a great rest of your day! PS: I tried to clean this up with Grammarly as best I can.

The Puzzle Master Article: The Puzzle Maker - The Backrooms )

Broogli's Channel: Broogli - YouTube