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? 

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An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

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

For a moment, I stopped breathing.

The moment that I saw the old woman standing behind the TV, I momentarily froze before eventually snapping out of it and taking a step back.

'I swear I heard her go up the stairs!'

I was quite certain about what I'd heard. How was this possible?

It made absolutely no sense to me, but at the same time, I knew that this wasn't the time for me to dwell on the situation as I felt the old woman's empty gaze fall on me as she held onto a small candle lamp that flickered across the room.

I slowly pulled the glasses away from my face.

"...So it's the same young man from before."

The old woman's voice was brittle, nearly a whisper, but it was that very fragility that sent a chill crawling up the back of my neck.

Her gaze eventually lowered towards the photo in my hand.

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