Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: A Twisted Man [1]

"....."

I felt nauseous staring into its eyes.

How could I even describe its figure?

It was just like its name.

Twisted.

But not in the way a branch might twist, or cloth might fold. No... this was unnatural.

Its limbs were too long. Joints angled where there shouldn’t be joints. Half its body looked broken, as if it had tried to turn itself inside out and stopped halfway.

It didn’t move. Not yet.

But even standing still, it felt pressuring.

My skin prickled. My stomach churned. My legs refused to listen.

Everything in me screamed.

Don’t look at it.

And yet I couldn’t look away.

And in that stillness, staring into its twisted form, I finally understood.

The conductor’s warning.

This figure...

This anomaly...

It wasn’t like the others. Not like the conductor. Not like Mirelle. Not even like the Dreamwalker.

This one was different.

I didn’t need logic to grasp it. I felt it. In my skin. In my bones. In the pit of my stomach.

This wasn’t an anomaly bound by rules or reason.

This was something else entirely.

This was... Evil incarante.

Deee! Deee—

It was then that an alarm jolted me out of my thoughts. Staring into the monitor, the twisted figure was long gone, and in its place was a mummified husk that I had grown somewhat familiar with.

Deee! Deee—!

The alarm grew louder as the entire room flared red.

"What’s going on?"

"What is this alarm?"

The others grew alarmed at the sight, looking around in confusion as the Team Leader’s expression grew somber.

He didn’t panic like the others and immediately pressed a certain button as a figure appeared on one of the monitors. Their features were obscured, and so was their voice.

However, everyone in the room could hear it clearly.

—There’s been a situation.

The monitors shifted, displaying several different beds in which mummified figures appeared.

".....!"

The eyes of many changed as they saw the mummified figures spasm uncontrollably, their lifeless eyes and faces shaking.

—Despite having been declared functionally braindead and in a vegetative state, the previous victim of the Twisted Man are currently suffering from the same violent seizures.

The rattling displayed in the monitors intensified as the mummified figures continued to shake, several people in white coats moving next to them and injecting their bodies with what I could only assume to be some sort of tranquilizer.

But even that seemed to be useless.

—We’ve also detected several anomalous activities around the island. Of which, one is happening right close to where you all are.

A map of the island was displayed on another monitor, with several dots appearing at the same time.

—These are the locations of the activities. We’ve yet to find any connection, but we will begin the investigation immediately.

The details being revealed at this very moment felt extremely disturbing as everyone looked at one another.

Everyone but me... as I slowly removed the glasses from my face.

Sweat poured down the side of my cheeks while my chest rose and fell repeatedly, my legs weaker than usual.

I could hardly breathe while thinking about the twisted figure from before.

That... That thing...

How could something like that exist?

I shuddered just thinking about it.

—This is it for now. I will be reporting more on the situation once we find out more.

The call ended just like that.

Silence fell over the room shortly after as the Team Leader stood in silence.

Then—

"Get the teams to start moving. Have each one on standby at each respective house. The situation is starting to change. I’m afraid..."

His tone grew grim.

"...We might be heading towards a Thrall class."

And as if his words weren’t enough to make my chest heavy, a notification appeared shortly after.

[You have been haunted]

*

’The glasses... They’re a lot more dangerous than I previously thought.’

Going out of the room I was in, I walked out to find a mess waiting for me. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}