Monster Simulation Games Novels & Stories

“The room was enveloped in darkness, there was a sound of droplets hitting the ground, the room smelled like a rotting corpse. There was a tapping on the door like someone was baning in morse code. The sound stopped when a large metal door opened a monster showed up. There was a pounding against the wall and one of the lights flickered on, the light brightened the room. But the people in the room were better off not knowing who put them there, the monster walked closer to the people chained and shackled against the wall. They kept screaming why are you doing this to me?'' Let me out. I have a family. Please do not do this to me. The Monster did not say anything to the man he just walked over

The smile froze on Mable's face, panic flooding her eyes. They never once imagined that I knew about them faking their illnesses. As I looked at their panicked expressions, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

Why the change of heart now? Even without Zen speaking his mind, Damian read in between the silent pauses and sighed. “I met the pink baby slimes,” he admitted. “It didn’t feel good kicking them in the face. Even if they were fantasy monsters created by the game developers, I don’t want to lose my remaining humanity and turn into a monster by climbing this damned dungeon. Although subtle, this game really does mess with your mind over time. You start thinking of dying as normal and forget that the people you speak to are actually really intelligent programs because of how life-like they behave.”

I ran through the possibilities in my head. Based on everything I'd observed so far, the monster's kill condition was either three consecutive exchanges in a conversation or agreeing to—or refusing—all of its requests three times in a row. If that was true, then I had a way out. Next time I faced it, I'd follow one pattern: agree once, stay silent once, refuse once. That way, no matter which theory was right, I'd dodge the condition entirely. Of course… if both guesses were wrong, I'd just have to accept my fate.

--- I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying in the gaming capsule chair. I had returned to the real world. A tear slipped down my cheek. One of the staff members hurried over, apologizing profusely. “There was a glitch in the system,” he explained. “It accidentally transported you into a horror game.” I asked quietly, “Players who die inside the horror game… do they die in real life too?” The staff member, adjusting his glasses, nodded solemnly. “For most horror games, yes. Participants sign a life-and-death contract for the reward money. But the game you entered was different.”

Really pretty. "Danika," I reply, shaking her hand. Her skin is very cool. The thought creeps in before I can stop it. What if she's not human either? The classroom suddenly feels too small, too loud, and too bright. My pulse quickens. Ever since Kaziel came into my life, the lines between reality and impossible have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real anymore. It's like the supernatural cracked something open in my brain, and now, even when I'm surrounded by humans, I can't stop seeing monsters.

If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location. The moment his cooldown ended, Jack dragged me and fled back to the real world. Because the bosses in the horror game could not enter the real world. After finishing off the last two players, all the bosses gathered to hold a meeting. The Patchwork Monster straightened a crushed chair, took out needle and thread, and stitched it back together. Soon he made a new table and ten chairs. All the SS-rank and SSS-rank entities gathered around and looked at the boss leading the group.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of a massive Victorian manor. "Welcome to Hollow Creek Manor." A cold, mechanical voice boomed from the sky. "Welcome, players, to the S-class survival game: Hollow Creek Manor. The rules are as follows: Survive for 10 days. Keep your Anxiety Level below 100. If it reaches 100, your soul will be obliterated. At the end of the game, the lower your Anxiety Level, the greater your reward." I froze. A game? I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby.