Now, let's return to Drav's present moment. He stood in the heart of the infamous Backrooms—an endless maze of yellowed walls and flickering lights, the very creepypasta nightmare he'd once only seen on screens.
"Silent. Empty. Terrifying", he murmured, taking in the oppressive stillness. With deliberate steps, he began to explore, each footfall echoing faintly down the hallway.
Reaching out, Drav trailed his fingers along the grimy surface of the wall. The plaster felt rough and pitted beneath his palm, coated in a layer of dust so thick it clung to his skin.
"How long has this place stood abandoned?" he whispered, brushing the powdery residue from his fingertips.
Thump… Thump…
A heavy, measured pounding resonated somewhere ahead—like massive footsteps dragging through the gloom. Drav's head snapped toward the sound, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Is that one of the Backrooms' monsters?
He wondered, recalling the famous video of Backroom found footage by Kane Pixels that had gone viral in his original world.
I need to see what it looks like—does it match the Kane Pixels footage, or is it something new?
Fueled by curiosity, he hurried toward the noise. But to his surprise, the thumping retreated—growing fainter as he approached.
"What the…?" Drav scratched his head, puzzled. "Why is it running away instead of charging at me, like it does in all the stories?"
Then a thought struck him, and a crooked grin tugged at his lips. "Wait—don't tell me… it's afraid of me?" He laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief. Given everything he'd become capable of, the idea didn't seem so far-fetched after all.
Then, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into Drav's mind — and at the same time, an evil smirk formed on his face. What idea? Simple. He was going to capture the Backrooms entity!
Without wasting a second, Drav dashed forward, sprinting after the creature. His sudden pursuit caused the distant entity to freeze, startled by the unexpected chase.
"#$-$)$(&(#@=$(!!!"
A deafening, distorted roar echoed throughout the entire Backrooms. The incomprehensible, otherworldly sound was so intense that any normal human would've instantly fainted — or even died — upon hearing it.
But Drav was far from normal. Raising an intrigued eyebrow, he stared ahead unfazed, unaffected by the soul-crushing roar.
After all, his godlike adaptation ability from SCP-628 allowed him to adapt and become immune to black holes, universal destruction, and even absurd attacks like plot-kill or existence erasure.
"Backrooms entity! Daddy's going to catch you! Hahahaha!!" he shouted playfully, growing even more excited at the thought of capturing it.
Activating one of his bizarre abilities — Camera-Man Concept — Drav transformed into an immortal, godlike cameraman who could phase through matter as if using a no-clip cheat. Without hesitation, he dashed forward, slipping through solid walls like they weren't even there.
It took less than a minute for him to reach the creature — though in truth, with the no-clip and speed power of the Camera-Man Concept, it was practically instantaneous. He could travel anywhere in the universe at will.
Now having successfully captured the entity, Drav hovered it in midair, restraining it effortlessly with his telekinesis while observing it closely.
The creature was grotesque. It had a humanoid shape but moved on all fours like a beast. Its pitch-black body stretched all the way up to the ceiling, long and towering. Its face was featureless, save for a single blank patch of white where its head should be. Its oversized limbs were both thick and oddly thin at once, ending in razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished blades.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… what a terrifying monster you are," Drav commented with exaggerated emotion. "If I were just an unlucky normal person who accidentally fell into this place, I'd be completely panicking by now, scared out of my mind knowing that a creature like you was chasing me."
He let out a chuckle, once again feeling incredibly grateful for the absurd cheat powers that made even the most horrific nightmares feel like a simple holidays.
After thoroughly inspecting the entity, Drav rubbed his chin as he fell into thought. "Now then… what should I do with this thing?"
While he was deep in thought, the creature continued to struggle violently, desperately trying to break free. But it was pointless — Drav's telekinetic grip held it as tightly as if unbreakable chains were wrapped around its entire body.
"=$%@(#($))$!!!" The entity let out another distorted, deafening roar. The air trembled, walls shook, and Drav's hair and clothes whipped around wildly from the force of the sonic blast.
"So noisy! Don't interrupt my thinking!" Drav snapped in irritation. With a simple gesture, he warped reality and completely isolated the creature within its own sealed pocket of space, cutting off the sound entirely.
After a few moments of consideration, Drav came to a decision, "As a good person, I can't just leave such a terrifying and dangerous creature roaming freely in the Backrooms."
With his reality-warping ability, he casually erased the entire pocket of space — along with the creature trapped inside — wiping it from existence instantly.
"It's done. One less threat in this place," he said with a satisfied nod.
However, when Drav activated his All-Sensing Power to scan the entire Backrooms, what he discovered made him pause. To his surprise, there were astronomical numbers of hostile and dangerous entities scattered throughout the entire dimension.
"What an absolute hellhole… I really pity anyone unlucky enough to end up here," Drav muttered with a helpless expression. He realized his work was far from finished.
But it wasn't just the number of entities that was terrifying — the size of the Backrooms itself was horrifying. From what Drav could sense, the entire structure spanned an entire universe, with many individual levels reaching the size of planets — some even approaching the scale of entire galaxies.
And with nearly limitless levels, the Backrooms were a true nightmare realm — enough to plunge anyone into total despair once they realized the truth: there was no escape. No exit. Only death awaited most who found themselves trapped here.
And in his opinion, a place like the Backrooms is better off being destroyed, as its very existence is a misfortune and one of the greatest errors in reality itself. After all, everyone who ends up in the Backrooms is pulled in not by choice, but due to glitches in space and dimensional fabric that connect this cursed realm to their reality.
So without further ado, he immediately executed his plan. Using one of his bizarre abilities, he opened his mouth and declared, "Let there be nothing."
As the words fell, the space around him began to vibrate violently. Then, an all-powerful and mysterious force of nothingness engulfed the entire dimension, causing it to collapse and disintegrate into absolute nothingness.
Emptiness. Silence. Eternal darkness. These three now filled the void that was once an extraordinary dimension, filled with endless space and countless labyrinths.
This was the overwhelming, omnipotent power of Drav — capable of creating and destroying dimensions, even entire universes. With his bizarre ability derived from the full power of SCP-343 (GOD), Drav could turn words and will into reality. With nothing more than a command or desire, he could create or erase entire universes with ease.
He obtained this ability when he once arrived in a universe that was still in a phase of complete emptiness — a void of total nihility. Immersed in that overwhelming emptiness, Drav had the idea to create a universe out of nothing. And voilà! As his cheat activated, he gained the power to bring existence into being — effortlessly creating an entire universe from the void itself.
Honestly, when he first realized he'd gained the power of creation, Drav was over the moon. Although his reality-warping ability produced effects almost identical to creation, there was one clear difference: reality warping manipulated the reality itself to make happen, while true creation summoned or createsomething from absolute nothingness or zero—out of thin air!
If he willed emptiness, emptiness sprang into being. If he willed an entire universe, an entire universe unfolded before him! Such power was truly extraordinary and omnipotent.
It's no wonder humanity might one day worship Drav as a god—his ability to create from nothing made him perfectly worthy of the title.
Now, back to Drav side again: he stood at the center of that infinite void, satisfied after erasing the Backrooms dimension. He was just about to step into his Aurora Curtain and move on to the next world, when a flash of light—faster than the speed of light itself—pierced his body before he could even react.
At the same moment, a robotic voice echoed inside his mind, and a sci-fi panel interface materialized before his eyes:
[Ding! A Savior candidate detected! Inviting candidate to Group Chat!]
[Ding! Welcome to the World Savior Group Chat! Please enter the ID Name you wish to use in this group:.... ]
"...Another cheat? I never expected to get one more," Drav muttered, eyebrows rising. "And of all things, it's that famous chat-group cheat."