Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 115

The moment Kyle heard Seth's voice, he almost instinctively reacted, his foot pressing forward and his mouth opening to shout.

However, right before he moved, Zoey moved forward and grasped his shoulder.

".....!"

Kyle's head snapped to look at her, and that was when he saw the faces of the others present, suddenly reminding him of the situation.

He hurriedly closed his mouth, his heart pressing against his chest.

'That...'

He had almost shouted.

Kyle tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry, the motion making him wince.

Slowly turning his head, he once again stared at the wide-eyed Seth. With his mouth covered, Kyle couldn't see whether it was the Twisted Man speaking or Seth.

For a moment...

He had almost fallen for the trap, if it even was a trap.

He didn't know at all, which was the creepiest part. Seth's voice sounded exactly the same, and at the same time, he struggled to understand how he had managed to pick up Seth's voice.

'He didn't kill Seth, so... it makes no sense for it to have Seth's voice.'

Unless...

All it needed was to hear its prey's voice to mimic it.

But then... It had also heard their voices. Did that mean it also had their voices?

'No, I don't think that's the case. It most likely is only capable of copying the voices of those who were alive for a short period of time or just once.'

Anomalies were all different. Each one of them had their own skills and powers. Kyle, having experienced several in the past, was well aware of such possibilities, alongside the limitations of such power.

From the moment the anomaly had appeared, Kyle had made mental notes of it.

He kept logs of everything that he had experienced, adding and crossing out new things he experienced.

This was something he usually did when encountering anomalies.

It was what allowed him to live for so long...

"K-Kyle... Help me. Please..."

'The anomaly also appears to be a hunter type.'

This wasn't an official term. It was just something that Kyle came up with when dealing with anomalies that preferred to hunt, playing with their prey, and showed a certain level of intellect.

'Given that it knows my name and the things that can trigger me, it most likely studied our interactions from the moment we entered this place. It most likely also purposely triggered the alarm to get us to come back here.'

Kyle suddenly thought about how the anomaly had most likely heard their voices while they were inside the house.

Since it had yet to use his voice... It was very likely that his previous theory was correct if this wasn't Seth's real voice.

The only problem was that Kyle wasn't sure.

"A-ah... it hurts!"

Hearing Seth struggle, Kyle bit his lip, trying his best to keep himself composed

'Don't fall for it. I can't fall for it.'

It was hard for Kyle to remain composed.

Seth was... one of his only remaining family members.

He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if anything happened to him.

"Ahhhhh!"

".....!"

Kyle's entire body trembled when he saw the anomaly suddenly bring its long and lengthened finger across Seth's neck, tracing it across as blood began to spill down his neck.

The smile on the anomaly's face twisted further as though it could sense Kyle's struggle.

"Help! Ahhhhh—!"

Seth's heartwrenching and muffled cries continued to echo in the room, causing Kyle to shiver.

'It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.'

Although he looked calm on the outside, his nails were digging into his palms while his eyes were bloodshot. He was struggling a lot, his eyes drifting towards the others who didn't look to be as affected.

Instead, they were all staring at the poem on the wall, seemingly trying to find a way to resolve the situation.

But then...

"HAAA!"