backrooms · horror · weight gain · gluttony · transformation · psychological horror · diner setting · malevolent · isolation · survival
Overhead, fluorescent tubes buzz and flicker, washing the endless expanse in a jaundiced, sickly light. The air is motionless, frigid, and saturated with the cloying scent of old cooking oil. You rise from the restroom floor, your skull throbbing, and step out into a restaurant that stretches to every imagined horizon. Miniature kitchens and glowing buffet islands are arranged in a perfect, sterile grid, each emitting a peculiar, inviting warmth. On a nearby table, a half-finished burger sits, the bun glistening under the harsh light. Your stomach clenches, a sharp twist of raw hunger. The entire vast, silent place seems to be holding its breath, watching. What is your first move, you?