Horror Games Jacksepticeye Novels & Stories

"Local storage. Physically air-gapped. Right inside your head." Blind Eye screamed. It was a primal sound of terror. "No! No! It's wired to my cortex! You'll kill me!" "You're already dead," Jack said. "This is just the paperwork." He gripped the sensor array. He didn't hesitate. He didn't show mercy. He pulled. There was the sound of tearing metal, snapping wetware connectors, and a scream that would have curdled milk. Sparks flew from the sockets. Blood and hydraulic fluid sprayed onto Jack’s face.

However, the arm behind us stretched endlessly like rubber. Right when it was about to catch me, someone yanked us into a guest room on the side. “Are you trying to get yourselves killed?” The one who saved us was a male player wearing glasses. “Don’t touch anything in this place unless you want to die without knowing how!” It took me a while to calm down and recover from the shock. “Thanks, man. How did you know it was dangerous?” The guy with glasses explained that he had cleared another horror game before, so he had some experience. Because of that, he stayed alert whenever he noticed anything unusual.

His vision blurred as Jack fell to the floor. For a moment, the dark room became darker. He blinked his eyes in his throbbing head. Lexi peaked out from under the desk, her dark blue eyes a mix of fear and panic. One Alpha was atop him. The man took off his helmet. His cool grey eyes stared down at him, his face expressionless and plain except for several deep scars that crossed his cheek. He smiled wickedly and held the knife up to Jack's throat. Jack's heart pounded in his ears. This was it, he was done for and he didn't even get to save the girl.

One had the soft round shoulders of a man who belonged to screens; the other had a sharper posture, a neat beard, a voice with a thick Middle Eastern cadence. “These latest results are good enough,” the bearded one said, low, the kind of certainty born of long nights and bad bargains. “It took six months to crack Supernatural,” the other replied. “The politician better be pleased.” They turned the corner, oblivious to the shadows that watched them leave. Jack’s hand flicked forward. Ghost Team flowed, soundless. At the RESEARCH door, Jack split the unit with a glance. Michelle’s element peeled off, shadows slipping to secure the next block. Jack took his core—a knife of four—and slid inside.

Slowly, he stood up and turned to him. To his utter shock, black sand fell from Dr James' eyes and formed kite-like scares that rose to his forehead and down his chin. Terrified, Dr Henry leaned on the wall watching his friend's pitch-black eyes in horror. Sweat trickled down his spine, and goosebumps covered his skin, as his eyes moved down to his right hand that was fading rapidly. The skeleton was visible. Overwhelmed with fear Dr Henry stood there paralysed with fear for a few seconds.

Soon after that, everyone started coughing and vomiting. Me myself, I can smell the scent of flesh that had left in the air for weeks. An eyeball falls into my head. I stared at it on the floor, and the pupils moves. It locked and stared into my eyes; I screamed hard as more eyeballs fell from the dark ceiling. Everyone panicked once again. Blood rained as I hear the squishes of flesh being squeezed. ... Blake smirked as he moves the controllers. "Oh, what a game this is." He whispers to himself,.

Jessica asked, becoming impatient that Jack was so secretive about someone who allegedly was going to help her save the world, or something. Jack’s jaw tightened as he heard her question, but he was quick to answer. “Lucas Black. Alpha of the Bloodlust Pack” The Bloodlust Pack. That name stirred something deep down in Jessica’s memory of a tall, slender boy with silver-grey eyes and hair to match the colour. He had watched her once during a training session, but he said nothing. He just stared at Jessica as though she were invisible, like he could see right through the she-wolf. It wasn’t long until Jack and Jessica broke through the trees and into a clearing between them. The moonlight illu

I was trying not to shake with fear at the thought of what we had unleashed. “She will come for us all,” I whispered, repeating my thoughts aloud to no one in particular. I took a last look back and saw her glowing green eyes, an inferno burned in her orbs, her naked body drenched in the blood of our men, making her look God-like. That growing fear began ringing through me all the more, vibrating through my bones like a warning of what was to come. “Maybe,” Jack said. How he could not be afraid of what he just saw was beyond me.

“I think so too, but I’m already scared to death, so I didn’t say anything.” Looking at the livestream audience’s incessant bullet comments, Jack, who was hidden in the darkness, smiled slightly. It had to be said that this sound effect had really raised the level of the entire livestream to a whole new level. It was a completely intelligent soundtrack. That sound was sometimes desolate, sometimes strange, and sometimes sinister and terrifying. Just listening to the music would make people’s heart beat faster, increase their blood pressure, dilate their pupils, and blur their vision.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.