Monsters University Scare Games Game Novels & Stories

Honestly the panic is uncalled for. “Look, you don’t have to worry about anything. Those treats are just fake, it’s just like a normal horror game there’s nothing to be scared about. If those treats were to be real then with the vast majority of people giving reviews about the game after playing the game thereby breaking the rules half of Texas could have been dead by now or do those people never have loved ones?”

“Don’t think I’m that idiotic Drea. I know your working with Emerson. Now if you don’t do what I say, well let’s just say both of you will be without a sister.” What confused me the most was that Mr Emerson didn’t seem to be remotely concerned. I looked at him incredulously, “Why aren’t you panicking?” He gave me a rather deadpan look, “Miss Laurence, when have I ever given you the impression that I am susceptible to something as juvenile as fear?” I swallowed down my response, I was too afraid to even think straight, “Because Artymov has just threatened both of our families? Isn’t that cause for a little concern?”

'– I wondered, each thought more puzzling than the last, but just when I was about to spiral into chaos the spark of light from earlier rekindled. ‎ ‎A childish, yet horrific voice boomed across the room, “Welcome to "THE Survival Games" —or as our audience prefers to call it, “THE Demon Games”. Do try to stay alive long enough to be entertaining.” ‎My feet trembled. "Congratulations! You’re all dead." ‎I glanced around the room, thinking everyone'd be scared, but instead I was confronted by bored frowns. ‎Were they not atleast shocked they were dead, and in some kind of a game.

He felt bad to leave her out like that, especially after already upsetting her so far. He took a deep breath. "Rose, do you wanna watch?" He asked. "Eh?" She surely was shocked. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked…' "Umm… Sure." Rose moved to sit close to Matthew. Matthew moved over a bit to give her some room. Then his eyes were locked on the screen. The logo of the company working on the game showed up on the television that was connected. CRIMSON GAMES A scene of mountains, deserts, snow, ocean, forests, spooky grave yards played on the television in one smooth flow of the camera zooming it until it stopped at an open field of grass. Then a young woman in a suit showed up from the corner of the

"You don't belong here! You're a freaking monster! You weakling ugly nerd!" Now I've really had enough! I shook my hand because of what I heard. Call me whatever you want bitch, monster, freak but not weak. Yeah, I'm a short-tempered girl but what can I do? This is me and I will never change because I was not born just to please others. Now you just wake up the demon inside me. We will have a game, my dear schoolmates. It's called DEATH GAME. In this game, I'm the only one who can decide if you're going to live or not. I'm the predator and all of you are my prey. All of you are included in this game. There's no exception.

“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

Nodding, Maggie turns around to appreciate Rick’s collection of games and, looking at one of the covers. She was really amused by them. She could not help but speak in appreciation, “Wow, you have a lot of classic games...” Looking at one of the games, she has a small memory of trying to pass that famous zombie game in her childhood, but since she was scared she let her father finish it for her and she only helped him solve the puzzles Rick walks towards her without getting too close and says, “Oh yes, I was also very scared when I was young, and today you laugh at the effects. But at the time, I cried until I fell asleep because of those games.”

The kind that precedes blood. I minimized the screens and pretended to review logs. Jax stormed past without sparing me a glance. Good. He was too busy drowning in his own shitstorm. I leaned back in the chair… Then alarms lit the console. Harsh, sudden. Jagged noise slicing through the dark. Access breach, Hangar Entry. Not an attack alarm. A guest alarm. Different from the others. Not a threat—at least, not at first. “What the hell…?” I clicked open the camera feed.

His face, which still vaguely resembled a human, was now filled with pure, insane hatred. “Jack…” His voice, now as deep as hell, blared through the lobby’s public address system; he had clearly taken control of the security room. “The game is over. Tonight, all of you… will become sacrifices for my rebirth!” “Marcus!” Jack roared. “On the way!” Marcus’s tactical squad, the “Urban Fangs” disguised as waiters, had drawn their concealed weapons and began evacuating the crowd and engaging the monster in fire. But their bullets struck the black carapace, only sending up a series of ineffective sparks.

Monsters. Then, just as I’m about to spout off words of profanity, does Grant move to speak. “You’ll each be given a chance to eat, change and attend to your wounds. Once done the games can begin.” Turning he moves to leave with Alex up the same flight of stairs leaving us alone. Confused, I’m left speechless. My questions were left unanswered. What game were they talking about? Why were we here? Why are they hurting my friends? The list grew and grew until it all but consumed my tiny brain.