"Turn Back!"

I said, I ain’t wantin’ another person who causes problems here.

Please, if there’s anyone there, I wanna go home.

Alright, so: y’all can go over there. Oh— hey, Glade! Who’s this?

You know what? I can’t do this with you anymore, Glade. Fine, go, but don’t come back crying because of some stupid choice.

Sometimes, other groups try to keep information about levels hidden from general outsiders. Whether this is due to the danger of the level or the valuable resources kept there, this isn’t too clear. However, levels above 800 tend to be few and far between. What we do know about them is extremely limited.

The Backrooms are unpredictable. Everything is changing constantly, and it’s taken M.E.G. decades to figure out how to map out most of these levels, and there’s still stuff we don’t know. One minute, you’re standing on solid ground, and the next...

Does this thing even work in here? Well, we’ll see when it’s done. I mean, there’s a green light, so it better freaking be on.

And then I met Kamdyn, and he tried to steal my backpack twice. But I think we’re good now, I mean, we’ve been sitting next to each other for like an hour and a half, just eating fruit snacks and chatting.

No, no, I heard what you said, but, with all due respect, you’re in no place to call the shots here.

You really need to not jump at people. It’s only gonna get you killed faster in here.

Oh, shoot, they weren’t kidding. But I think it’s dead.

I’ve been stuck throwing rocks at this damn wall for the past hour, while all Marc does is freaking write. I’m going to lose my marbles if he doesn’t hurry it up.

Well good luck navigating through this place without me. This ‘Marc’ guy sounds like he’s a real idiot, especially thinking you guys would end up in a group after coming through that door.

Then how about we just, I dunno, pick a place and go.

And here I was thinking you didn’t care about anyone but yourself.

I don’t deal with people who go run off and get killed. Simple.

Nah. Besides, I didn’t expect her to make it out of the library without tripping and falling, anyway.

Your call. But if I see your dead body in a month, I’m gonna laugh.

Aidan, shut up. You clearly don’t know anything about this place.

Oh, you know what I mean. I wanna go, cause... I need a break.

I’m just gonna...go. See you guys never.

Hey, it’s Kim here. There seems to be a zoom on this one page from a book in the recording, which thankfully was published by M.E.G. our Wikidot, and translated by a small group in the Frontrooms.

We’re unsure of this exact song or artist at the time. Page will be updated with more information soon.

Kim again! Just a friendly reminder that all non certified M.E.G. employees are not allowed to view the rest of this page. If you would like to continue, please ask for a security key.

Oh, welcome! Please, put down your weapon. I assure you, I mean no harm.

Wonderful! Allow me to lead the way; it has certainly been a while since I’ve had visitors, and I wish to be as welcoming as able.

Do make yourselves comfortable.

Within each Transcript, each member of this group (currently titled UNIDENTIFIED-C9A) has a different color associated with their name.

Additionally, the following compilation of stories is now suitable for reading by all audiences, as all instances of profanity have been individually censored by M.E.G News Team member Shane Brennan-Carson.

MIK has been linked to an increased number of fraudulent accounts of survivors within the backrooms, as well as intentionally removing information from crucial parts of dangerous levels’ pages.

I don’t know if you will ever find this, but I pray that you do. Please do.

Perhaps the sea is beckoning them to. They told me stories about their friends, their dreams, their hopes, their wants, their fears, their family before they entered this forsaken place.

As for the other girl…Gabby, I think her name was (you didn’t know her), she tried to bring herself back, but it didn’t work. Nothing ever works.