Entrail_JI

[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!

With the sound of the door closing, the room fell into a strange silence.

I waited for a whole minute before turning off the music and leaning back on my chair.

I felt utterly drained. Ever since I found Rowan sprawled on the floor, I'd been desperately trying to make him forget the painting and the Dreamwalker. I couldn't afford to have him reveal them.

If he ended up telling the Guild about them, then I'd have to find a way to explain to them how I got them, which could essentially lead to the system and all that nonsense.

I couldn't afford to take the gamble, and as such...

I somehow managed to 'gaslight' him into thinking it was just his nightmares and pent-up stress.

At first, I was worried it wouldn't work, but looking at my shirt and seeing the wet spot on it, I felt like I had done a good job.

"I'll have to throw away this shirt, though."

Expedition [1]