Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Scream [2]

"It's loading..."

Lawrence stepped aside, letting Terrance settle into the chair. He rubbed his neck, eyes fixed on the computer screen.

Soon, the game booted, and a simple gray tab appeared.

[Press to play]

"This looks a little amateurish," one of the new hires muttered.

"...Maybe because it's still in the development stages?"

"Could be."

Overhearing the new hires speak, Terrance raised a brow while looking at the simple gray tab. He didn't judge from the get-go. He understood that this was merely an undeveloped game.

But even if it was fully developed, he wouldn't show much interest in it.

'What sort of idiot still tries to develop horror games in these times?'

There were a few reasons he'd volunteered to play. Curiosity about Seth, for one. Word had spread quickly about the guy turning down the Section Chief's offer—a move most wouldn't dream of.

He wanted to see just what sort of idiot would refuse such an offer to develop some 'games'.

But more than that, there was Kyle.

Terrance's relationship with Kyle ran deep—they had both started in the same year. Yet now, they stood worlds apart. Kyle had risen through the ranks like a shooting star, reaching the Fourth Order in just two years, while he remained stuck in the Second Order.

He also thought about how he had managed to clear the first trial so easily and so fast.

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt.

He was just like Kyle...

A man full of luck.

"Let's see if the game is any good."

Without further hesitation, Terrance pressed play, and the screen immediately faded to black.

"Well...?"

"Did it freeze?"

The screen remained pitch black for longer than anyone expected it to. Just as everyone was starting to grow impatient, a change finally occurred as letters started to appear on the screen.

'This is my third year working for the company. Every day is a struggle, and I hardly get any sleep. I am so tired that I think I'm starting to hear things whenever I leave my office. The only thing keeping me sane is my playbox. Only when I play it do I feel safe.'

"Some sort of introduction?"

"...Yes."

Terrance nodded, his lips faintly curling with amusement.

Terrance saw right through what Seth was attempting. He was creating a psychological anchor—a subtle hook to immerse players deeper into the game. By doing so, he intended to plant a seed in the player's mind, letting it quietly take root and grow stronger as time passed and the game unfolded.

This was just a cheap trick in Terrance's eyes.

Another line appeared:

'...I hope it's just because I'm tired. But I did hear about a recent case where one of those in the IT department killed themselves because they were being overworked. I hope I don't end up the same.'

The screen continued to flicker, blinking erratically like a pair of tired eyes, before finally stabilizing. A dimly lit, shabby office space came into view, its worn furniture and monotonous colors setting an unsettling tone as the scene slowly sharpened into focus.

"Are these the graphics?"

"....They seem to be."

The group looked at each other for a brief moment.

How could they describe the graphics?

They were...

"He made the game by himself."

"...It's not bad, considering it was all done by one person."

The graphics were difficult to put into words. They had a grainy, VHS-like filter that mimicked the look of an old camcorder, blending seamlessly with the monotone coloring of the office. It had a realistic look, but at the same time, it also felt cheap.

There wasn't much detail to the office, and it felt rather plain.

And yet...

For some reason, that effect helped create a strangely eerie atmosphere, one filled with a creeping sense of dread that settled in almost immediately.

Flick. Flick.

The overhead lights flicked, and as that happened, the character yawned and stretched.

'...It's time to go. I should head back home.' _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

A line of text appeared briefly on the screen before the scene shifted to a third-person perspective. A figure in a black blazer stood before a worn wooden door. In one hand, he held a brown bag, and in the other, a small MP3 player.

On the screen was a small illustration that displayed the instructions.

◆ W — Move Forward

◆ D — Move

◆ Right Click — Play Music

◆ Shift — Run

[Left Click to continue]

'Seriously? This is supposed to scare me?'

'This looks easy.'