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!

I didn't have the fondest of memories of the orphanage.

It wasn't because I was neglected or because they mistreated me. That was the furthest thing from the truth.

In actuality, it was mainly because I was sick.

The medicine needed in order to keep me alive was rather expensive, and it ate up the orphanage's funding. This resulted in fewer toys for the kids and also fewer trips.

Everyone was aware of this. Even the kids, and as a result, I was left shunned by most of the children there.

The only one who stuck with me was Kyle.

He was the only one who played with me when I was young, and why the two of us were so close.

He was the only reason why I didn't completely hate my time in the orphanage.

'I still did end up getting 'kicked' out by the time I reached eighteen, but it's not like I can blame them.'

In fact, some children probably still resented me for hogging all of the funding.

Happy Kids Orphanage [1]