Name: Cleo Age: 27 Appearance: Tall | One eye green, other eye purple | Black hair Personality: Calm, cool, collcted. Quiet. Doesn't like strangers. Special Item: Journal Extras: has been in the backrooms for a while Inventory: Journal
Hello? Is someone there?
I cautiously peek around the corner
Corporal Cleo Carson
Bucklin County Sheriff's Office
Cleo Carson and Bucklin County are purely fictional
Carys rubbed her knuckles. She wasn't sure if she should be happy about all these new people or concerned that falling into this place seemed so common.
"We're, uh, gathering quite a team here," she muttered awkwardly. "Any of you happen to know what we should do next?"
Cadence—who hadn’t spoken in a while—clutched her stuffed animal close and twiddled her fingers. “Well, maybe we should—“
The little girl was interrupted by a faint creak in the distance. It wan’t like the creak of a door, or the creak of a floorboard, but something else—something she had never heard before. And, with all her 2 minutes of experience in this place, she knew for sure that that noise was no good.
ARM CHOPPING IS NOT A LOVE LANGUAGE!!
—Ambrosius Goldenloin,Nimona
[Gengar! they/she] [Spooky spirit, internet cryptid, certified nerd]
Between trying desperately to pass every test and assessment thrown at him he was working three jobs after school just to keep him and his mother afloat. The comforting roar of his borderline scrap worthy pick up truck kept the anxiety at bay.
But then the buzz of the truck engine sounded different. Somehow, the world had turned into a yellow blur. Helios hated yellow. Then, with a thump that rattled his teeth, he landed on some gross smelling carpet. Yellow gross smelling carpet. "What the-" he looked around and his gaze caught the weirdest trio he had ever seen. It must have been the shock, but instead of screaming, he laughed. "What the heck" he chuckled "there must have been something strong in that muffin I had for breakfast".
I think that was when I began to realize that reputation isn't everything. I should focus less about how others perceive me and more about what makes me happy. Because, in the end, I have to live with myself. — Seraphina
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