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Backrooms!Ghiaccio x You

TW: Depictions of Blood, Unsettling sounds & imagery

(｡T ω T｡) This one ended up taking so much more editing than the other ones and the idea I had was a little too long to fully animate so the rest of the story is under the cut! Also took so long to make Ghiaccio's voice and still have it sound right.~

Not sure whose backroom video I will do next, perhaps Formaggio or Prosciutto? I have vague ideas for them, but nothing fully formed yet...(„¬ᴗ¬„)

“You might want to sit down for this.”

He takes a smaller step back away from you, the ­air is still so freezing cold and you still eye him cautiously as stand up. He turns gesturing for you to follow him back down the stairs.

Your body shivers, it’s still so cold and ­the man before you seems wholly unaffected by it.

Once you both reach the bottom floor again, he turns into the ‘bedroom’ and you follow in. His hand fiddles with the switches turning on a light which dimly flickers, before stayi­ng on. He motions for you to sit on the bed.

The bed is firm beneath you as you sit on the edge. Your body is still tense as you watch the being before you, it’s hard to gauge him when you can’t make out the features of his face.

“My name’s Ghiaccio.” He finally decides to say first and you mumble back out your own name towards him and he nods. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I stopped keeping track of time a while ago.” He starts, “I was out on a drive, I didn’t have any particular direction I was heading in. I was just driving...to take my mind off things.” He paces as he talks.

“Then I wound up here, didn’t matter how far I tried to walk, didn’t matter if I drove or not. It’s just snow, woods, and occasionally little cabins like this one.” There’s a low growl of annoyance that enters his voice.“And all of them…” He spits out, “All of them are just stock full of fucking chicken parmesan. You know I used to like chicken parmesan, but it’s the only god damn fucking food to eat. I hate it. I hate it so much. Do you know how awful chicken parmesan-flavored water tastes like, it’s ass. I’d rather eat fucking drywall, and I have!” As he rants his arm suddenly pulls back and slams into the wall, creating another hole amongst the other ones.

He then looks back at you, like he’s forgotten you were even there. “Sorry...getting side-tracked… I just ­get so sick of eating t­hat shit all the time.” He brushes off the dust from his fist. “Anyways, I don’t know if this place is cursed or some shit, or if this is like Hell or whatever, but you can’t leave.” He shrugs his shoulders, “Unless you want to freeze death or get eaten.” He ends with a mirthless laugh.

“Eaten?” You question.

“Yeah, there’s….things out there. Aside from the snow and trees, I don’t know how to really describe them, but I thought you were one of them before. My eye sight’s dog shit, lost my glasses awhile ago, but they can’t speak like normal people.” He explains, and as he does you remember the red framed glasses in your pocket. You pull them out handing it towards him. “Um, are these yours then?” You ask and he takes them, squinting before rubbing the dirt off of them with the edge of his shirt before placing them on his face.

He blinks a few times before looking at you adjusting the frames on his face. “...Thanks.” He mutters out.

It gets quiet between t­he both of you. You aren’t entirely sure if you believe this man but...he seems to be living proof enough that things around here aren’t exactly right.

He seems twitchy though his foot is tapping in place and his hands fiddle with his pockets, he couldn’t sit still to save his life.

You’ll keep to his good side for now, he can clearly overpower you if given the motivation. Your arms still feel sore from the bruising grip he had on you prior. You just needed to wait for the weather to get better, or hopefully if you get signal you can call the cops.

“I get the front door was locked, but did you really need to break two windows to get in here?” He suddenly asks and you look up at him confused.

“I only broke one, the upstairs window was already broken before I got here.” You explain and his eyes widen slightly, before narrowing. “Aw shit, you stay here, something might have gotten in.” He demands and starts heading for the bedroom door. “Don’t move I’m serious.”

With that he finally leaves closing the door, although his eyes linger on you before the door shuts. You’re left alone with the hum of the ceiling light as your fingers feel along the fabric of the bed.

You bring your fingers up to your hands to blow warm air of them, you’re still so cold. It’s better being inside of the house, but it’s clear that any kind of air conditioning no longer works. The air is stale and yet still carries that scent of blood and mold throughout the air.

Which is another thing, the state of the living room, you aren’t sure if you want to ask Ghiaccio about that, or about himself. Maybe he did look more human at some point, or maybe this is just how he’s always looked, either way maybe best not to comment on it.

A loud thud from upstairs makes you flinch and you hear some curse that sounds vaguely like Ghiaccio yell out.

You know he told you to stay put but can you honestly really even trust this guy? He’s clearly lost it. A part of you feels bad, but you need to put yourself first. Then again you can’t exactly just leave the house, you’ll die out there in the snow.

Maybe if you can find the keys to the car outside though it might have some gas left in it and you can drive out of here. You have some time, Ghiaccio is distracted with, whatever he’s yelling at upstairs.

You stand from the bed, and head towards the pile of junk in the room. You searched it once before, but you can try searching through it again.

You cautiously look through the pile, with the light in the room now you can see bits and pieces of things you didn’t before. Collected scraps of comics, old water damaged books, batteries, and little trinkets. No keys though.

You look towards the door, you can still here some kind of scuffle going on upstairs.

You carefully step out from the room peeking around to make sure the man’s not around before you close the door behind you and making your way to the living room. It’s hard not to gag when the smell hits you again. The way the crusted carpet crinkles when you step on it makes you cringe, but you continue forward.

The front door outside is still open from when Ghiaccio came running after you and you can see now the sun has fully set leaving only a dark frozen forest that fades into nothing. The static flickering light of TV the only source of light.

The cold breeze hits your face and makes you shiver, before you close the door and after thinking about it, you lock it as well.

Almost like some sense of morbid curiosity takes over you, you peek through one of the blinds to look outside again. You can’t really see anything though, it’s like nothing else exists, beyond the house aside from the snow.

You grab your phone from your back pocket.

Still no signal, not even any 4g, wifi, nothing. Calling 911 goes straight to static. You turn it off and pocket it again.

You back away from the window and move away from the living room, anything to get away from that smell, and head back to the kitchen.

You decide you might as well do what you can and fix up the window, you don’t need the cold seeping into this place.

Picking up the duct tape you dropped earlier, you grab one end of the car tarp shaking away the glass to the floor as you lean over to cover up the damage you’ve done.

Just as you get one part of car tarp secured to the edge of the window there’s a crash you hear upstairs, before you watch something be violently thrown from above the cabin and into the snow outside. The commotion making you jump and drop the duct tape.

The humanoid form twitches and you squint your eyes.

“Holy shit...G-ghiaccio? Ghiaccio? Are you okay?” You call out waiting for a reply.

The form shakily gets up, and you can see the whites of the eyes looking back up at you, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Ghiaccio?” You try again, squinting your eyes as you try to get a better look at him.

Something snaps, and the being- the thing rushes forward on all fours, kicking up snow as it lunges it self through the window and you scream as you’re knocked to the ground.

Teeth gnash, and glass from the ground pricks your back as you struggle with whatever this horrible thing is. Your legs come up to try and kick it off of you, as it’s mouth gets around your forearm gnawing through clothes, skin, and flesh.

You cry, your hand scrambles for the wrench in your pocket. The rust scrapes against your palm as you death grip it and bring it up before using as much force as you can to bring the tool down on the ‘head’ of the creature.

It grunts and cries out between your arm in it’s maw as you try to make it release you, but it’s teeth only dig deeper trying to get a better grip on you.

The creature is suddenly thrown off of you and you push yourself away with you legs and you clutch your fingers around your injured arm to help staunch the flow of blood.

The air turns fridge cold as Ghiaccio lifts the creature up over and over bashing the head in against the counter top, until frost seems to over take it’s face and it shatters, finally going limp.

The sound of his heavy breathing, your ragged sobs, and the wind howling in from the broken window as your eyes stay wide and panicked looking at what’s left of the thing. “I thought I fucking told you to stay put.” Ghiaccio growls out as his eyes narrow down at you.

You meet his eyes looking up at him, sucking in fast breathes of cold air.

“I, I, ” You start, your lower lip trembles.“I didn’t believe you, I-I thought you were crazy, but…” You swallow thickly, sniffling down the snot and tears so you can speak. “Oh God, Oh God, I’m really stuck here aren’t I?” You ask looking from him down towards the tile of the kitchen floor, pieces of glass and your blood staining it now. “There’s nothing else out there except….” You mumble out.

Nothing but snow and woods. You were just wandering out there a few hours ago. You’re lucky one of these things didn’t attack you then, you didn’t stand a chance on your own.

And no wonder your phone doesn’t have signal, there’s nothing out there. No roads, no city lights, and your family. Your family isn’t out there, you’re alone.

“I was going to, I was going to see them…” You mutter out your hand coming up to wipe the tears from your face.

“Who?” Ghiaccio asks lowly, some of the anger is gone from his voice.

“My family...I was traveling, to see them and…” You trail off before looking back up at him,“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“Just listen next time alight?” He says holding a hand out to help you up. “First person I’ve seen in probably years and you almost fucking die first day. Jesus Christ.” You take his hand, grunting as you do, a few small pieces of glass have dug into your back. “I’m sorry.” You whisper out again and he just shakes his head slightly, sighing. Although he doesn’t let go of your hand after he helps you up.

“It’s fine, come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

As he guides you to the bathroom to clean your arm, he doesn’t let go of you for a moment.