Okay So I Like DnD And Yesterday My Buddy And I Got Started On A Backrooms Themed Campaign (I Was Allowed/supposed

Okay so I like DnD and yesterday my buddy and I got started on a backrooms themed campaign (I was allowed/supposed to be alone for this part so the other party members weren't necessary) and apparently I just picked every option that noped me the fuck out of danger every time.

The DM was trying to get me to open a hole in the floor to open the void (or level -1) and I just. Didn't.

They described an almond water cooler a little too suspiciously for my taste, so I skipped it and came to a fork in the endless hallways, where I heard a baby crying on my left and a woman screaming on my right, so I just went back to the water cooler.

After having my drink I went back to the fork, where both annoying human(?) noises had stopped so I just looked around and saw a door that ended up leading to a ladder and went up that for apparently 15 minutes before seeing another door that lead to a water cooler again and had another drink of almond water.

I returned to the ladder which seemed to distress the DM so I figured I was doing the right thing in player terms.

I eventually got to Level 1 and was told there was a water fountain a mile away, which my usually mathematically inclined DM estimated that I could make it in 10 minutes if I ran. Mind you a specific description of my character boils down to a mechanic that's built like a pole. I said fuck it and did a dead sprint, and about halfway there I saw a Hound that luckily didn't notice me and I got my drink.

Yeah I did the usual player thing of doing whatever the hell the DM didn't plan for.

Then at almost 10 AM I message my DM:

So yeah, one of my first DnD sessions went pretty good.