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// and backrooms 
// Story: .b..a...c....k.....r......o.......o........m.........s.......... 
// by shortskirtsandexplosions 
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You breathe and you breathe

Musk and dust and

Dust and musk

Something itches

Something crawls

A buzz



Your skull



A never ending buzz

Like cicadas

Crawling on the ceiling

Then the floor

Sizzling on hot metal grates



Your skull has been on for too long


Open your eyes



The world slides in through narrow slits

A narrow corridor

Urine colored carpets

Fluorescent bulbs

Bright and bright and buzzing

An air of stale gold

Faded

Stiff as hay




A fitting diet, don't you think, Twilight Sparkle?



You feel like choking


Move


On stiff legs

You stand

A flick of the tail

And you feel nothing

No wind

No breeze

No coolness or freshness whatsoever

Just the mildew

And the buzzing

Buzzing and bright and buzzing and bright and



It found you


Or maybe you found it


You exhale

There's a narrow partition up ahead

Where a yellowed wall meets a yellowed wall

You trot forward

The buzzing comes and goes

A slight flicker to the lights


Or maybe you imagined it


You reach the partition

You turn the corner

And

Musk and dust and

Dust and musk

Something itches

Something crawls

A buzz



It is your head, Twilight Sparkle

After all, you brought it here as well, didn't you?



You rub your temple, leaning against a wall

It's neither warm or cold

But lukewarm

The walls

The walls


Your head or the room?

Both are the same


Would you expect any more?

Would you deserve any more?


Maybe the next room will be different


How did you know there would be another?


Only one way to find out


You move forward

Four hooves tiredly shuffling

Padding

Trotting without echoes

The buzz follows