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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!

Kaelen quietly repeated Serelith's words, his eyes falling on the cracked mirror and the words that were written in blood red.

He swallowed silently, feeling his throat drier than usual.

However, he was quick to snap out of it as he cleared his throat and pulled his gaze away.

—I take it that this must be some sort of clue for the second floor. Given how the tension is slowly rising within the game, I suppose we've yet to encounter the true point of this game.

—You're probably right, but it can also be because he's sick. It did say he's forgetting stuff.

Sarah added while moving a little closer to the words on the mirror in order to see if there was anything else that she might've missed.

As her gaze drifted across the shards of the broken mirror, she froze. Reflected within the jagged glass was a pair of hollow eyes staring back at her, and for a moment, her expression nearly faltered.

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