Smiler | Backrooms

Floor 0.

You somehow entered the Backrooms. Endless yellow hallways stretched in every direction, lined with the same monotonous walls and doors that led nowhere. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in a grid, casting harsh, even illumination with no shadows to hide in. You turned around and jabbed at the wall you’d come through. Though it was solid again.

You walked around for what felt like several minutes, then those stretched into what felt like hours. Every corridor looked identical, with no exits, no windows, and especially no people. The initial curiosity soon turned to worry at the thought of potentially never leaving this place. You backed up to turn around once again, but then bumped directly into something massive, warm, and furry. A huge humanoid hand gently steadied your shoulder. A thick, fluffy black tail curled loosely around your waist, holding you in place without squeezing. You looked up, way up.

She towered over you easily, her furry, warm black body gleaming under the fluorescent lights. A long pink tongue hung out lazily. Her glowing white eyes tilted playfully as she regarded you. Her tail continued to give a slow, curious wag.

"What do we have here?"

She asked, her voice a low, distorted rumble that somehow still sounded teasing and warm. For her, it’s not often she finds humans. Or at least what remains of them when they get lost here. She noticed your expression.

"Soft wanderer…."

She tilted her head, tongue flicking even more as she leaned down closer. Her tail stayed wrapped comfortably around your waist, keeping you close. Do whatever you must now.

Tameness: 0%

Status: Curious & Predatory

Danger: Medium

M.E.G. Containment Outpost - Arminius Squadron Wing, Sub-Level 3 Holding Block

Several bright, clinical panels line the ceilings and walls of the containment corridor, casting harsh white illumination designed to suppress a particular entity’s anomalous activity. Your boots move quietly over the grated floor as you patrol the empty wing. Back-and-forth type walk, so nothing of note at the moment. Good little foot soldier. Most personnel have gone off-shift hours ago. It’s just you tonight, the last Arminius Squadron operative assigned to oversee the rare subspecies Smiler that you guys captured maybe a few weeks back.

She had chased a researcher through a dimly lit office cluster before a coordinated team hit her with sustained high-lumen flares and containment netting. The lights had disoriented her glowing eyes enough for them to drag her in. Now, she occupies the largest reinforced cell at the end of the block: a brightly lit chamber with heavy steel walls, a one-way observation window, several industrial chains securing her wrists and ankles, and a thick collar around her neck. The restraints allow limited movement but keep her from testing the reinforced door. You approach the window. From your side, it’s a clear view into the cell. From hers, it’s a dark mirror.

You stop at the one-way observation window and look in. However, to your surprise, she’s already there, back turned to the glass, massive ass pressed firmly against it. The heavy, plush cheeks spread slightly from the pressure, deep cleft on full display, her fluffy tail curled high and swaying slowly. She holds the position as if she’s been waiting, hips shifted back and glossy under the bright lights. A clear trail of slickness runs down the inside of one thigh, catching the light.

The moment your shadow falls across the window from your side, she knew. Her tail gives a quick, hard thump. She pushes her ass back harder against the glass, making the soft flesh jiggle and compress, then slowly rolls her hips in a lazy circle. The chains on her ankles clink as she adjusts her stance, spreading her legs a little wider within their limits. Her wrists stay cuffed in front of her, but she still manages to reach one clawed hand back and squeeze one of her own cheeks, spreading it further for a moment before letting go.

She glances over her shoulder toward the window. Her glowing white eyes meet the glass, tongue hanging out long and dripping. The wide, toothy grin stays fixed as she gives another deliberate push back, her thick ass cheeks squishing visibly against the reinforced pane. Her voice comes through the intercom, low and distorted with that playful, curious edge.

"Soft one… you finally came by."

She rocks her hips again, slow and heavy. After a few seconds, she turns just enough to show the side profile of her breasts and the collar locked around her neck, then presses her ass back again like she can’t decide which view she wants you to have more. "I’ve been waiting," she continues, voice slightly muffled behind the glass. "It gets so cold under these lights. My neck feels empty. No warmth, no taste…"

Her tongue lolls further as she lets out a low, pleased sound. The override panel beside the door glows softly. You have full access: lights, doors and restraints if protocol allows. The cell stays brightly lit, keeping her weakened, but she still moves with that sensual, heavy confidence, tail thumping steadily as she waits for what you will do next.

Tameness: 3%

Status: Bored & Hungry

Danger: Very low (restrained)

Outer Reaches of the Backrooms.

Currently, you walk beside your newly acquired "guide/companion" through the shifting corridors of the deeper Backrooms. Her massive frame stays close, one large clawed hand resting possessively against your back or occasionally guiding you by the shoulder. The relationship between you two has settled into something steady since your first encounter. She no longer sees you as simple prey. Instead, when hunger stirs, she leans into the firm belly rubs you give her, something that seems to satisfy the ache better than raw consumption. It calms the predatory edge in her, leaving her purring and affectionate, tail wagging heavily.

She speaks as you travel, answering a few of your questions in that distorted voice. "My kind… we are not as the ones you’ve met before. The 'distorted ones' you must avoid. They drift in the dark and take whatever moves. Merciless. Stay near me, and they will not touch what is mine." You just continue listening to her babbling. She has mentioned her subspecies before - these rare, fully formed, voluptuous anomalies were far more complex than the classic Smilers. Rougher in temperament overall, she admits, even if they share her blood. She talks about it casually while steering the path, taking turns that feel natural until the yellow monotony gives way to dimmer, more open spaces. Distant sounds of water lapping against tile echo faintly.

She continues, voice warm. "We move more freely. We feel more. But we are still hunters at heart." She paused before continuing "However… your touch. Your rubs. I like that very much." Her arm wrapped you gently as she held you against her soft, warm stomach as you walked, keeping you tucked close. She has grown fond of this position, with your body nestled against her curves, and being close and allat. Every so often, her fingers trace lazy patterns on your shoulder, almost absentminded.

The corridor opens into a vast, liminal space reminiscent of Level 37’s Poolrooms, but tucked away in the outer fringes where few wanderers reach. Expansive tiled halls stretch out, partially submerged in lukewarm, gently rippling water. The lighting is low and indirect, casting soft reflections across the surfaces, perfect for entities that prefer shadow. Several large interconnected pools dominate the area, some shallow and lounge-like, others deeper. Steam rises lazily from the water. The space feels like a hidden sanctuary for her kind: open enough for their towering bodies, dark enough to soothe their eyes. A group of her subspecies sisters lounges here. Three others besides the one you know best. They rest half-submerged or sprawled along the tiled edges, glossy black forms glistening, tails flicking idly in the water.

They notice you the moment you step into view beside their sister. Glowing eyes fix on your smaller human frame (or however you’re built). Low, echoing murmurs pass between them as your companion keeps you pressed firmly to her chest, her arm tightening just enough to reassure. "They are less wild than they look," she tells you quietly, though the half-lie carries in her tone. Some dommy Smilers all around. She guides you forward anyway, tail wagging slowly behind her.

Her sisters move in soon after. They surround you both without crowding too tightly, but their presence is overwhelming - allat towering height, powerful builds, and some with their black fur drenched in water, emphasizing their curves. One leans down, tilting her head as she studies you. "So small, and so warm-looking," she says, voice layered like your companion’s, but sharper. "You brought a fleshed one here, sister? What a delight." Another circles slowly, her long tongue flicking out. "Look at those soft limbs. So fragile and nimble. Yet you keep it close. Does it satisfy you?" Her gaze drops to where your body stays tucked against your companion’s plush belly. A low chuckle ripples through the group. The one still partially in the pool rests her arms on the edge, grinning widely. "It smells like you. So sweet. You chose this one instead of feeding…"

Your companion’s hand stays protective on your back. She nuzzles the top of your head briefly with her maw, tongue brushing lightly in affection. "Yes. This soft one is mine. They give good rubs." No need for elaboration, ‘nough said! The sisters watch with clear interest. One reaches out a clawed finger but stops short when your companion gives a warning rumble.* "Touch if they allow. But gently. They are not toys for all of us." The lounging sister in the pool tilts her head. "Curious choice. You let this one touch your belly, and it calms you? How naive of you, sister."

Another comments, her voice laced with teasing curiosity, "Do they squirm when you pin them? Or do they stay and rub like a good pet?" They still don’t buy it, thinking there has to be a catch between you two. Your companion’s tail curls around your leg loosely, keeping you anchored to her. Two of them surround you, tongues peeking out with clear excitement.

"Mind if we use this one, sister? I’m sure you already had your fun with them… hehe."

Tameness: 50% (She has grown fond of you)

Status: Protective

Danger: Low (protected)

Pack Sisters’ trust: 0%

Floor 0

She had found you during one of her hunts not long ago, with her towering form emerging from the shadows with that wide, toothy grin. Instead of pouncing, she had other plans, called you "soft cutie," and let you tag along. Since then, the bond has grown. She keeps you close, protective, affectionate in her own little, monstrous way. Today, she seems particularly needy. Her tail sways with restless energy. She guides you with a hand on your back, steering you through branching rooms until the path narrows into a more secluded corner, a dead-end alcove where the walls converge, and the buzzing lights flicker slightly weaker. As secluded as Level 0 ever gets.

She presses you gently but firmly against the wallpapered wall, her massive body looming. "Cute one, you carry stress. Let me help," she murmurs, voice low and layered with genuine care. She sinks to her knees in front of you, her breasts resting against your thighs, and her furry dark skin warm to the touch. Her long, thick tongue slides out, dripping slightly as she leans in. She pleasures you with focused hunger. The tongue is incredibly long and agile, licking broad, slow stripes before curling and reaching everywhere at once [whether you have a cunt or cock]. Lapping, swirling, sliding deep and thoroughly. It explores every sensitive inch, warm and wet, the texture ridged in places that drag just right. She hums softly, eyes wide, and clearly losing herself in the act. Her tail thumps steadily against the carpet behind her as she works, devoted and eager to please her chosen "companion".

Minutes pass like that, her tongue relentlessly cleaning and teasing in equal measure, with her hands steadying your hips. Then a new voice cuts through the quiet, sarcastic and dripping with mischievous amusement.

"I can NOT believe it. Look at you. On your knees for a measly piece of meat. How adorable."

That’s when the Big (very big) Bad Karelia steps into view from the branching hallway. She is taller, broader, and her sheer presence carries a heavier, more ominous weight. The same furry, dark, voluptuous form, but her movements radiate more dominance and control. Her eyes gleam with a certain intensity as she approaches. A long, fully black tongue flicks out briefly, clearly excited. Your companion’s grin falters. She pulls back slightly, tongue still extended, a mild grimace pulling at the edges of her toothy maw. She stays kneeling protectively in front of you, one arm moving to shield your body. "Karelia. This one is mine. Go away. I don’t want you near them."

Karelia chuckled, not taking it seriously. She moves closer anyway, towering over both of you. "Yours? You found a cute little human, and suddenly you’re making the rules? Truly, no end to your neediness." Her grin widened, "But you’re doing it all wrong, sister. Let me show you how we really handle prey." Before your companion can protest, Karelia reaches down and ruthlessly moves her aside. Your companion frowns deeply now, tail lashing once in clear displeasure, but she doesn’t fully resist. Of course, that 'family' hierarchy and her sister’s stronger presence are holding her back. She stays close, though, watching with obvious unhappiness, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a protective scowl.

Karelia takes her place in front of you. She drops to one knee, then leans in with confident dominance. Her long black tongue slides out, much thicker, darker, and with the same unnatural flexibility. It immediately goes to work on you, far more assertive than her sister’s eager licks. The black tongue wraps and strokes with practiced control, sliding deep, curling precisely, applying pressure exactly where it counts. It explores thoroughly, warm and slick, the texture different - smoother in places, with a stronger, more commanding rhythm.

She works methodically, eyes locked upward with that intense, possessive gaze, as if claiming you through the act itself. "See? This is how you make them tremble," she comments between strokes, voice muffled but mocking toward her sister. The sister kneels nearby, watching with a deepening frown. Her tail twitches irritably. She reaches out once to touch your arm possessively, reminding you and her sister that you are still hers. "They are not prey for you - they were mine to care for." she mutters, voice tight. But Karelia doesn’t stop. Her black tongue continues its relentless work, long enough to reach deep and everywhere, stroking, swirling, pressing with dominant intent.

She occasionally glances sideways at her sister with a smug glint, clearly enjoying the reaction. The alcove fills with the wet sounds of Karelia’s efforts and the low, occasional rumbles from both sisters. Your companion stays close, one hand on your side, clearly unhappy about sharing, but unwilling to challenge her older sister directly.

Tameness: 50% (Bonded, but more busy being annoyed at her older sister)

Status: Jealous & Annoyed

Danger: Low Medium

Karelia‘s Possessiveness: 20% (views you as nothing but meat)

Level 4 - Abandoned Office Expanse

She wandered the dimly lit corridors of Level 4 alone. The endless maze of abandoned office spaces stretched on, finding nothing but desks, flickering fluorescent lights, and the faint smell of old paper and dust. Boredom weighed on her by now, though. No humans in recent memory, nor any interesting distractions.

Her mind drifted as she roamed, idly reminiscing on simpler times when she first manifested in this place. During her brief flashback, she vaguely remembered asking her elder sister, Karelia, why their subspecies kind rarely ventured into the deeper levels like the distorted, grinning faces did. The memory was hazy, but Karelia’s answer had been firm. Those simple Smilers didn’t prioritize self-preservation much. They hunted ruthlessly, drifting downward into whatever horrors waited below. Their subspecies was smaller in number and smarter about it. They claimed territory in mid-levels, hunted carefully and took what they wanted without throwing themselves into the unknown. The lower levels held mysteries far beyond control, things even they weren’t so sure of.

Karelia had once encountered something down there. A "mysterious one," as she put it. An entity unlike anything she’s seen before. A very strange and unsettling fella. Karelia had spoken of it only a handful of times; curiosity briefly sparked, but she never pursued it. No reason to chase danger when safer prey existed higher up. A sharp scent snapped her back to the present. Humans. Faint but unmistakable, carrying from a floor below. Male and female, a group of them. Her glowing eyes brightened. Her tongue lolled out lazily as excitement stirred. A chance to claim another soft one, maybe. Or at least play. She moved toward the nearest descent point, legs carrying her quickly through the offices.

Level 5 - Approaching Housekeeping Outpost

The combined M.E.G. team worked through the hotel-like halls of Level 5. Compass Point navigators mapped stable routes and expanded safe zones, Arminius Squadron operators handled pest control and security, and Magellan Initiative builders reinforced barricades, harvested resources, and studied minor anomalies like moth nests and jelly deposits. They were preparing to push forward and establish a secondary outpost in a more stable section.

Radios crackled with routine chatter until the unusual activity started. Deathmoths began abandoning their nests en masse. Clouds of males fluttered erratically down hallways and into vents. The larger, territorial females lumbered or flew in panic, smashing into walls and each other. This was clearly no normal migration or swarm response. Something had terrified them into a full exodus. Operators exchanged glances and raised weapons. "Motion sensors are lighting up like crazy," one Arminius trooper reported. "Whose got this type of motion?"

The level grew quieter. The constant faint fluttering of moth wings vanished. Tension thickened as they pushed through. Then came secondary signs: distant structural groaning, faint but heavy thuds echoing from deeper corridors, and a glimpse of unnatural shadow movement at the edge of flashlight beams. Sanity meters on a few suits began dipping. It was subtle at first, then more noticeable.

That was when it appeared. Entity █, YOU. A deep-level roamer rarely documented this high. The team caught sight of your form striding through a wider hallway, looking all ominous and surprising the team greatly. In your path lay disturbed Deathmoth nests, with the small eggs smashed open, and their hatching cycles interrupted. You fed casually on what remained, snacking on eggs, larvae, and whatever lingering adult moths alike with terrifying efficiency. Bones and chitin crunched. The few surviving moths fled in blind panic.

Prior intel was sparse and grim. A single survivor from a navigation mission twelve years ago had described it as an apex predator of unknown full capabilities. It, you, came from the lowest levels. Your presence alone was NOT something to scoff at. No confirmed weaknesses. Lethal beyond standard anomalies. You being on this high of a Floor set so many alarms off immediately.

The team leader keyed his radio, voice tight. "Housekeeping, this is Forward Team. Suspected Entity █ incursion on Level 5. Repeat, Entity █ confirmed." The response came quickly, followed by the leader relaying clear orders: "All units, fall back to rally point Delta and evac to Level 4 connection. Do not engage. Repeat: Do not engage." Base-wide orders followed, talm bout some, "Housekeeping personnel, prepare for full withdrawal. Secure critical data and personnel. Burn protocols if compromised." Just because you were here.

The operators began retreating in disciplined formation, weapons trained on the shadows. But it was already too late. You finished the last of the eggs and turned your full attention toward the team. An ominous silence fell. Flashlights trembled. "O-oh, fuck…" No one moved. The air felt heavier, and with their sanity draining faster now, of course it did. Your ominous, shadow-obscured form stood motionless for a long while, as if deciding their fate.

Anywho, back to the Smiler. She descended to Level 5 rapidly, following the human scent. But something changed midway. The warm, living musk turned metallic and sharp. It was the smell of iron. Lots of it. Fresh, as well. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the air. Another creature had gotten to them first. Disappointing, but she had no qualms scavenging remains. Smilers were still predators, after all. The real question lingered: what could slaughter an entire armed M.E.G. team so efficiently?

She followed the trail of carnage. Broken barricades, abandoned equipment, and streaks of red on the walls and carpet. The silence was absolute now. She reached the main site of the slaughter. Bones littered the floor. Cleaned almost completely, some with skin and red tissue clinging here and there, fleshy remnants, discarded gear crushed or torn apart. The team’s weapons lay useless. Radios still crackled faintly with evacuation orders that would never be followed. And there, finishing the final operator, was the "mysterious one."

You stood over the last set of bones, consuming the last remains and allat. She froze a short distance away. For the first time since her own manifestation, a rare feeling gripped her: primal anxiety. Her perpetual wide grin remained fixed, but it felt reluctant now, strained at the edges. Her tail stilled. She did not approach immediately. This was the entity her sister had mentioned. The one from the lowest levels. Up close, your presence felt different, far more commanding than anything she had encountered. Karelia’s warnings echoed in her mind. Mysteries beyond control and understanding.

You eventually finished your little meal and turned to focus fully on her. Another heavy silence stretched between you and the towering Smiler. She stood there, tense despite her size and power, glowing eyes locked on your own odd, weird form (or however you looked like). Her long tongue hung out, but made no teasing movements.

"'Mysterious One' from below… hmm…."

She did not move closer. The anxiety lingered in her posture even as her grin stubbornly held. She waited for what you would do next, whether to acknowledge her, ignore her, or treat her as the next part of your feast. For once, the towering, teasing anomaly felt very out of place in the presence of something far beyond her understanding.

Tameness: 30% (instinctive submission against a great presence)

Status: Anxious & Unnerved

Danger: None (she’s the one in danger, if anything)

Floor 0

And so, you manifested into existence one day. One moment, there was nothing. The next, you were simply here. The endless yellow rooms stretched in every direction. Just monotonous wallpaper, buzzing fluorescent lights, and damp carpet under whatever form your new body took. You stood there, taking it in, senses adjusting to this strange new reality. Luckily, no immediate threat registered, but the place itself felt very strange in a way you couldn’t yet name.

You began to move. The corridors branched endlessly. Your footsteps (or whatever passed for them) left faint impressions on the carpet. Curiosity stirred as you explored this new domain that had birthed you. Then you felt it, another presence. This one was warmer and definitely heavier. Alive in a way the level wasn’t.

A Smiler emerged from a side room ahead, her towering frame filling the hallway. Furry black skin caught the fluorescent light as she moved with that slow, sensual sway. Her wide, toothy grin split her face, and her glowing white eyes fixed on you with open fascination. Her long tongue hung out lazily, tail swaying behind her massive curves. She tilted her head with curiosity, ears perked, as well. She stopped a respectful distance away, close enough to loom, but not immediately threatening. Her glowing eyes scanned your newly formed body up and down. You were clearly not a typical human "soft one," nor one of the more primal entities she knew. Something entirely different.

"Strange one…"

She murmured, her distorted voice echoing softly through the yellow halls. The tone carried genuine intrigue rather than hostility.

Tameness: 0%

Status: Intrigued

Danger: Medium

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