backrooms · horror · weight gain · gluttony · transformation · psychological horror · diner setting · malevolent · isolation · survival
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on endless rows of tables and booths meant for giants. The air is stale and cold, heavy with the greasy scent of old fryer oil. You push yourself up from the restroom floor, head pounding, and step out into a restaurant that stretches to every horizon. Mini-kitchens and buffet islands dot the space in perfect squares, each one radiating a strange, beckoning warmth. A half-eaten burger sits on a nearby table, its bun glistening. As you stare, your stomach twists with hunger. The place seems to hold its breath, waiting. What do you do, you?