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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? 

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An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

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

The quiet sound of the crying drifted into the air as I stared at the door, completely paralyzed.

Through the narrow gap of the door, a faint shadow slipped in, stretching across the floor, growing longer as the figure pushed the door open.

My eyes alternated between the shop interface and the door.

The girl's voice continued, and the door stopped moving.

"...I'm really hungry. Please..."

Her voice lingered in the air, drifting across from within the dining room and the place I was in.

I didn't know exactly where, but I knew that I had to move.

And so, pressing my lips into a thin line as I stared at the door leading to the dining room, I slipped off my shoes to muffle my steps and began moving toward it in silence.

Little girl [1]