Crim

Backroom fan dragon
- Cheerful
- Always alert even if there are no threats.
- She journals every day about her surroundings with great detail and dialogues the creatures she finds in the wasteland.
- Is extremely amazed by how open it is in the wasteland.
- Is in disbelief of how many colors there are.

Crim is not an official member of the clan but a recent recruit, she was found falling through a wall at the entrance of the main lair. She claims she found the exit to the "frontrooms" and that she was hatched and raised in the crimson forest of the "backrooms". No one would believe her anyway if there were no eye witnesses. But despite the dragons that saw her fall through the wall, everyone believes she has the ability to teleport or fly through walls. Crim insisted she actually no-clipped, which is when she fades through a wall, floor, or roof and fades through reality. Still no on believes her and just says she teleports.



"The first thing I had ever known was red. The color of spilled blood awaited me the moment I first opened my eyes and peered out of my eggshell. Towering crimson trees surrounded me and would continue to for what seems like infinite. Life in the blood forest is lonely. I only have myself for company; myself and a notebook I found and long since filled."

It's been twelve days since I've found this notebook. I reached a fold today, though didn't venture. The shifting of weight upwards to downwards and vice versa messes with my head. Aside from that, nothing's new.

It's been fifteen days since I've found this notebook. I have been feeling a lot of nostalgia and loneliness. As I'm writing this entry, there is an eight-Eyed-Deer staring at me. Most intense staring contest ever.

Sixteen days since I've found this notebook. A pack of hounds nearly took me out, but I managed to fly away, though now I'm on the other end of the fold. Still adjusting. Writing this makes me feel dizzy.

Day Twenty one. I found a pond with weird fish to eat. They taste like blood. Everything here tastes like blood.

Day twenty-two. I taste like blood.

Day thirty-six. The circles of light are trying to guide me somewhere. I don't trust them. I will not follow.

Day forty. I will not follow

I will not

I w

This place is killing me. I taste like blood. There is blood in my mouth this divinity burns me I am not free of sin I need to leave I need to leave I need to leave I need to leave I need to

Day one hundred and ten
I am free

Disclaimer: The Old Level 9.1 is currently "missing" and the New Level 9.1 is basically a big crater, possibly what is left of an extinction event that happens within the level. So for now, here is the page for the Crimson Forest, however, keep in mind that this page is on the Freewriting Wiki which is a sandbox version of the Main Backroom Wiki and not everything is canon. I have added the link for the Main Wiki for less confusion.

- Backroom: Level 9.1: Enigmatic level "The Crimson Forest"
- Official Main Backroom Wiki