If you're not careful and you "noclip" out of
reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Backrooms, where it's nothing but the stink of old
moist carpet, the madness of
mono-yellow, the 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.
The Backrooms are an alternate dimension, but one that is not like many other alternate dimensions in the universe. While others seem to be pocket dimensions that are linked to our own reality, the Backrooms runs deep INSIDE our own reality, meaning there is no physical way to enter it. Rather, a person enters the Backrooms when in a state of
deep despair, or during sleep.
