Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51 - The game that makes you scream [1]

The moment I came into the Guild, I saw over a dozen pairs of eyes staring in my direction. They were all from people whom I more or less knew.

'What's up with them?' 

I tried to ignore their stares, but they were burning holes into my face. It almost felt as though they were looking at some sort of wild animal from the zoo.

I touched my face.

Was there something on my face?

...Did the axe somehow manage to graze my face?

'No, I don't think so.'

I didn't feel any pain on my face, and the cops would've probably said something about it.

Then...?

"Oh."

My eyes eventually fell on Zoey's phone, and everything became clear to me. My heart sank.

'So they saw the stream.' 

It made sense when thinking about it. After all, Zoey had been the one to instigate Jamie to do something to scare me. In the end, that never happened as a result of the weird cultists coming out of nowhere.

With a sigh, I was just about to approach them when I saw Terrance...? Yes, I think that was his name... I saw him take a step back, his face a little pale as he alternated his gaze between me and Kyle.

He started mumbling some strange words that I couldn't hear, and before I could get a word out, he scurried away.

The hell?

His reaction felt a little off.

Myles was next to leave, waving his hand at me as the dimples on his face felt a little stiff. I waved back, but at the same time, remained extremely cautious.

Ever since realizing his identity, I had tried my best to keep a certain distance from him. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

In the past, Myles had tried multiple times to invite me out for dinner, but I somehow managed to weasel my way out of those situations by simply telling him that I was too busy with work and that I wouldn't be able to.

My terrible sleeping schedule also helped in that regard.

Eventually, Myles appeared to have gotten the message and stopped interacting with me as much.

I was happy with this.

It was always good to avoid snakes.

'Well, I guess there's only Kyle and Zoey left...' 

I opened my mouth to speak, but was promptly cut off by Zoey, who shook her head.

"You shouldn't have rejected the Section Chief's offer. What a waste."

And then, standing up, she shook her head again before leaving. I felt lost.

What in the world was going on today?

"....."

I eventually turned my attention towards Kyle. Just like that, of the four people who were present, only one remained.

"You're not going to leave like the others, right?"

"No? Why would I?"

Kyle looked around before leaning a bit closer, his voice lowered into a whisper.

"Did you end up puking in the end?"

I pressed my lips tightly and looked around before shaking my head and whispering back, "I was about to, but there was no bathroom."

"That's good. Think about bringing your own bag next time."

"That's actually a good suggestion."

It would save me a lot of trouble, actually.

"That aside... Kek"

Kyle suddenly stifled a laugh, his face slowly turning red as he looked at me.

What's up with him?

"Pftt."

Kyle held back another laugh as he took out his phone and showed me his screen. That was when I saw it. A picture of myself, standing in the middle of a familiar bedroom with sunglasses on.

The worst part of the picture was the caption above it that read: Meet the Lunatic with the Sunglasses.

There were quite a few comments and likes on the picture.

I could see that it was starting to go viral.

'Oh....'

Kyle put the phone down before suddenly bending over, his mouth open as he laughed without making a sound. I could tell from how red his face was that he was trying his best to laugh, but he was laughing so hard that no noise came out.

Clank! 

Closing the door behind me, I looked around before settling my gaze on the wall where the large III was present.

'Right, I need to handle that too...'

'Thankfully, the conductor has yet to make any movements just yet, but... I don't know how long that will be.' 

'Maybe it also got reported by those in the stream. That could be the reason.'