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[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] 

I hate horror. 

From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... 

All of it. 

I hate it. 

So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. 

And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. 

A crappy one at that. 

So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. 

And yet... 

[Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] 

Nope, I don't want it. 

Let me quit. 

※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game!

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This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. 

You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? 

If that's the case, who do I curse? 

*** 

An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary!

The stairs creaked under my feet as I slowly moved up the stairs that flanked the entrance hall.

I held onto the wooden railing while taking a few breaths to calm myself down.

I looked towards my right hand, where a black marking appeared.

However, I knew that I couldn't summon it like before.

Thinking back on what had previously happened, I could only bitterly smile.

'It'll probably attack me if I summon it.'

I needed to think of a way to handle the situation with the Nightwalker. It was a really useful helper. It had already helped me get out of multiple terrible situations.

"...Too bad I don't see anything in the shop that might help me."

There were quite a few items I thought could help, but there was no guarantee they would work. They also didn't seem to be able to solve the crux of the problem.

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