Monsters University Scare Games Game の小説・ストーリー

“Exactly. Winnie, when does the game start? I can’t wait.” “I can’t believe horror games really exist. I want to see what those entities look like.” Someone else hesitated. “Winnie, is this game really safe? There are so many of us. What if you can’t protect everyone?” Winnie immediately pulled out her phone. “Relax. I’m ranked in the top ten on the player leaderboard. And my boyfriend is a legendary player. Even the entities run when they see him. “I’ll call him over right now. Just relax and have fun.”

Let them. Their quiet dismissal is a background hum. My real focus is the fire in my chest, a cold, focused burn. The game threw me in here naked. No Ability, no points, no tools. It marked me for deletion the moment I spawned. Fine. I don’t need its gifts. I just need to understand its rules before it kills me. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, the campus is a slaughterhouse. Those rabbit-headed monsters move with a jerky, predatory grace. They chase down screaming students, dragging them into the manicured hedges. The sounds are too real—the wet rips, the choked-off gurgles.

I gathered my last strength and screamed through the gap under the door: “Sarah! It’s not me! There’s something upstairs pretending to be me! Help! Call the police!” But my cry came out weak, cracked, barely audible. And from upstairs, perfectly overlapping and drowning me out, came the same desperate plea in my exact voice: “Sarah! It’s not me! There’s something upstairs pretending to be me! Help! Call the police!” It mimicked my panic flawlessly. Sarah laughed nervously. “What are you two playing at? Sounds like a game.” The monster answered lightly, “Just a silly daddy-daughter prank, honey. Everything’s fine.”

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly. All this time, the horror game hadn't felt real to me. Only now did I understand that the so-called horror game came from my fear. My deepest, most hidden fear had bred the most terrifying monster. … When Wyatt approached, I seized the vase and smashed it over his head. However, this time, he remained unharmed. The vase shattered against his skull and didn't leave a single scratch on him. When I realized that he was absolutely unbeatable, threads of fear coiled up inside me. I even felt a chill down my spine.

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.

“Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting? “I have a proposal,” Veronica speaks up, holding up a perfectly manicured hand, as she uses her other hand to adjust her stylish glasses around her short blond hair. “Every year we play several small games and have several targets. What if we tried something different? What if we have a game that lasts all year with a single target?” “That might sound fun at first,” Simon blurts without bothering to wait his turn or raise his hand, his muscles flexing as he bends forward in his tight school shirt. “But wouldn’t it get boring?”

like my brain blue-screened. Then the flood hit. Notifications exploded across my HUD like a slot machine jackpot. [SYSTEM NOTICE: Congrats! The Omniscient Core just dropped you a gift!] [Your ride, Phantom Scooter → Chronorider!] [Effect: Blows through every wall, shield, or weird cosmic lock. If you think it, you're there.] [SYSTEM NOTICE: Hidden title unlocked: The Omnigourmet!] [Effect: Every non-hostile mob auto-spawns with a "Friendly" tag.]

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"