Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary!
Chapter Summary
Unconsciously, he started to bite his nails as he sat down on the seat, staring at the cameras. ’ Suddenly, even more cracks began to show in Darwin’s face, his body shaking nervously. Grabbing it, he showed it to the chat, "If any of you believe that I’d actually be dumb enough to kill myself, all of you are fucking naive.
Chapter 395: The game that makes you kill yourself [2] "Haha, this is ridiculous...
" Darwin forced a laugh, staring at the rope in the drawer and taking it out.
He got a good feel of it as he promptly shook his head.
"Is the game expecting me to kill myself or something?
How ridiculous.
" He put up a tough front, but inside he was shaking.
Unconsciously, he started to bite his nails as he sat down on the seat, staring at the cameras.
In order to distract himself, he stared at the chat.
—...
So there are three options?
Wait until the shift is over.
Wait for the ’monster’ to come, or kill yourself?
Wow...
—That’s pretty fucking crazy.
The developer was sick in the head when creating this.
—Nah.
I mean, this is actually kind of stupid.
As if someone would actually kill themselves.
—Now that I think about it, are we sure there’s only one ’monster’?
—....
The chat suddenly slowed down.
Darwin’s heart trembled upon seeing the last message.
’That’s right!
Who said there’s only one monster?
Didn’t I allow a bunch of guests in?
’ Suddenly, even more cracks began to show in Darwin’s face, his body shaking nervously.
Flashback of the scene with the lady on the fourth floor replayed.
’No, no, no, no, no...
’ His chest heaved up and down quickly.
The changes didn’t go unnoticed, and some people in the chat started pointing them out.
—Lol, look at Samurai!
He’s fucking trembling!
—Lmaaao.
Don’t tell me you’re scared —He’s fucking scared!
—Lmaaaao!
—I bet that if we look at his seat, it’s full of piss.
—Hahahah.
"Scared...?
" Darwin quickly sobered up upon seeing the comments.
He frowned before smirking.
"I’m anything but scared.
If any of you noticed me trembling, then you’ve clearly never tried this VR setup yourself.
This place...
It’s fucking cold!
" He wasn’t lying in this regard.
The surroundings...
They were turning colder with each passing second.
Turning his attention towards the clock, [4 A.
M], he knew that he only needed to wait two hours until his shift was over.
Two hours...
In the game, that was about five minutes.
Five minutes.
That was all he needed in order to survive.
—Samurai isn’t lying.
It’s actually pretty darn cold.
How about you try it yourself before talking shit?
—Fucking trolls.
Just give it a try.
—Lol, here come the meat riders.
—Meat Riders, my ass.
Just fucking try it, you idiot.
Many die-hard fans started defending Samurai’s trembling.
There were some trolls that tried to fan the flames, but they were quickly shut down by them as the place was indeed cold.
’It looks like the situation is getting quite messy.
I need to do something.
’ He could see that several were starting to doubt him.
Putting on a smirk, he looked at the chat.
"Like I said before, it’s cold.
That’s why I’m trembling.
If you don’t believe it, you can try it.
Stop chatting shit.
" He then looked at the rope next to him.
Grabbing it, he showed it to the chat, "If any of you believe that I’d actually be dumb enough to kill myself, all of you are fucking naive.
Why in the world would I do something like this?
This entire game mechanic is just to add fear.
Worst comes, I’ll just die from the monster.
" Darwin shook his head, baffled by some of the comments he was seeing.
Did people seriously think he was actually going to kill himself?
As if...!
He wasn’t that crazy.
This was obviously inserted to add tension, and to some extent it helped, but it was merely decoration.
Some of the more cool-headed people in the chat also agreed with his analysis.
—I thought it was obvious lol.
—...
It’s fucking common sense.
Why would you kill yourself lol?
"I can also just quit the game.
" Darwin shook his head again, setting the rope to the side.
Sometimes, he questioned the general intelligence of the people in his chat.
"As I was saying, I h—" Trrrrr!
Trrrrr!
The phone rang again, making Darwin’s heart jolt as his mouth snapped shut.
He didn’t answer right away; the shrill ringing echoed through the reception, each note scraping against his nerves as his pulse quickened.
Trrrrr!
Trrrrr!
Glancing at the cameras and finding nothing out of place, he bit down on his lip, then slowly reached for the phone.
".....
" It was silent.
All Darwin could hear was the frantic sound of breathing.
It was fast.
Almost frantic.
And before he realized it, his own breathing had fallen into rhythm with it, matching each ragged inhale and exhale on the other end of the line.
"Haa..
Haa...
Haa...
" And soon— "Room 605.
" Click!
The call ended right after.
By now, the chat and Darwin were both aware of what was about to happen as Darwin turned the camera feeds to the sixth floor.
But the moment he did, his expression changed.
".....!
" Appearing before the camera was an elderly man, his lips curled into a thin, unnatural smile.
His eyes were wide, just like the girl’s and the man’s from before, staring straight into the lens with an unsettling silence.
BA...
THUMP!
BA...
THUMP!
Darwin’s face could no longer remain calm.
His face paled, and his feet started to tremble.
Biting his nails, he switched the cameras.
Fifth floor.
Fourth floor.
Third—!
BANG!
Darwin shot up from his seat, his eyes fixed on the monitor showing the third floor.
There, the white-haired girl in the dress stood motionless, staring straight into the camera, her smile even wider than before.
"She...!
" There was no question about it.
The girl had moved down a floor.
"H-haa.
" Darwin had completely forgotten about the chat at the moment.
His eyes shook as she stared at the woman, and the more he looked at her, the more unsettled his heart became.
Trrrrr!
Trrrrr!
The ringing came again, but Darwin didn’t answer it this time.
He was...
afraid of what was about to come next.
Trrrrr!
Trrrrr!
Trrrrr!
Trrrrr!
The shrill ring of the phone echoed through the room, its piercing tone swallowing every other sound.
With each repetition, the noise seemed to dig deeper under his skin, and Darwin began to tremble, unable to steady himself.
"S...
stop.
Make...
it stop.
" He began mumbling to himself, his eyes still locked fiercely with the phone.
And just as he thought the sound would carry on forever...
Trrr— The ringing stopped.
Even the music in the background stopped, everything turning silent.
Not a single sound was heard.
Not a single sound besides the beat of his own heart and his own heavy breathing.
The already dim lights began to fade even more, plunging the room into near-total darkness.
Darwin stood frozen in place, the faint glow of the monitor casting long shadows across his face.
Slowly, he lowered his gaze and checked the time.
[5:10 A.
M] Fifty minutes left.
There were fifty minu— Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
Clank!
"Uk....!!!
" Darwin suddenly jumped up, his face paling as he looked around.
"Who...
Who goes there!?
" He squinted, trying to see through the darkness, but it was useless.
The air grew colder with every passing second, thick and heavy, until it felt like the very room was closing in around him.
"Who?!
" In his panic, he didn’t notice the frantic typing in the chat.
—Above!
The sound is from above!
—Check the cameras!
The sound is from above!
—Hurry!
Hurry!
—Fucking shit!!!
"Haa...
Haa...
" Darwin looked around, his face full of panic.
Eventually, he managed to reach the cameras, his fingers trembling as he switched the feed.
The moment the images flickered to life, his face drained of color, his expression twisting as a cold shiver ran down his spine.
"....
Aha!
" Faces stood before each camera, staring at him with the same creepy smile.
The moment he locked eyes with them, they started moving.
"They’re coming!
They’re coming!
They’re coming!
" By now, fear had completely overtaken his mind.
Rational thought slipped away, leaving only panic.
In his desperation, he tried to vault over the counter, but the moment he moved, an invisible wall stopped him cold.
"Akh!
" Darwin screamed, the panic growing even worse.
—Run!
They’re coming!
—Run!!!!
—Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
The chat was fully invested now.
Not one person could take their eyes off their feed; all eyes locked onto the panicked Darwin as he frantically looked around, but...
"I can’t run!
It won’t let me run!!!
" He checked the time.
[5:20 A.
M] Still 40 minutes!
"No, no, no, no...!
" He bit his nails, feeling the situation turn dire.
To make matters even worse— Step.
Step.
Step.
He soon heard the sound of steps.
Multiple.
All rushing his way.
"Oh, no, no, no, no...
" Darwin glanced around frantically, feeling the cold sweat soaking through his back as the strength drained from his body.
His vision blurred; it was getting harder to think, harder to breathe.
And as the slow, deliberate footsteps drew closer, one dreadful thought crept into his mind.
"That’s right!
That’s right...!
" His gaze fell on the rope beside his desk.
A crazed look marred his features.
"Yes, there’s that way...!
" All traces of reason had vanished.
In its place was raw, frenzied desperation.
Darwin snatched the rope with shaking hands and climbed onto the chair, his movements clumsy and unsteady.
Step.
Step.
Step—!
The steps grew even more rushed.
They were about to arrive.
"There!
" Connecting the rope with the lamp on top, Darwin didn’t hesitate.
He placed it around his neck and stared crazily in the direction of the steps.
"Stop me now!
Hahahaha!
Stop me now!!
" And then— Crack!
The world turned black.
A large [Game Over] appeared shortly after.
Everything turned silent right after that.
Nobody made a sound; the chat was completely quiet.
That was until...
[Seth Thorne]: Pussy.
A certain comment showed up.
That was also the moment the stream hit its peak.
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