Monsters University Scare Games Game Novels & Stories

"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.

We scoped the room, there were 4 cameras in each corner and a speaker above the doors. "Hey hey hey." A voice came out of the speaker. "I'm gonna be the game master for today's festivity. If you look in front of you, you'll see the tables, each one designated to their doors, both of you will pick any paper but you can't pick the same one. In each paper card, there lies a question, I have all the answers to said question. The game is very simple, you pick a card, answer the question and if you get it right, I'll unlock the door you chose but if you get it wrong..." The deep, dark voice from before cut off and Logan's voice came on. "YOU DIE!!... I'm just kidding, you get a go round." "Logan?

As soon as I was seated, I waited for Kaige to continue. “There is something that you don’t know about me or dad.” He paused as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You see, that game you play is more real than you realize. Every monster and creature in that game is more real than you know. Like werewolves.” “Stop pulling my leg and tell me the truth.” I rolled my eyes.

The ground trembled beneath them as the battle raged on. --- Facing the Fear As the fight wore on, Anna found herself face-to-face with one of the monsters—a massive, shadowy figure with a thousand eyes, its form shifting and writhing as if it was made of pure darkness. "Anna!" Logan's voice echoed in her mind. "Don’t let it control you. Remember, the game is about facing your fears!" Anna froze for a moment. Her fear was growing, but then she realized—this wasn’t just about the monsters. This was about confronting her own darkest thoughts, her deepest insecurities.

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?”

Pure nightmare fuel. "If you won't talk, I'll just check myself." The eye locked on my forehead, shoving into my mind. "No—!" I screamed, thrashing against the net. In blind panic, my hand shot to the gift box still dangling from the scooter's handle. Right as that mind-leech presence dug in, the box snapped open on its own. A shockwave ripped out—silent, unseen—then my HUD blew up: [SYSTEM WARNING: Exclusive customer "Grand Duke Nortune" has detected a hostile threat to your life! Status: ENRAGED!]

"Nobody leaves this house today. Kai, call our security team. Luca!" Luca appeared from nowhere like he'd been listening the whole time. "Get Winter somewhere safe. Marcus is coming tonight." "Where?" I asked. "Where is safe?" Dante's smile was sharp and cold and terrifying. "Right here between us. Let him come." The front door exploded inward. Glass shattered as wood splintered and Marcus Shaw stood in the doorway holding a gun. "Did you really think I'd wait until tonight?”

he asks. "Hide." He looks at Iris in question. "Hide from what?" "Whatever you see. This is Mirabel's game of horrors," Kimora explains. Grayson's eyes widen. They all grin at his expresion. "You guys are making me think a lot right now," Grayson says through clenched teeth. "Don't tell us you are scared," Mirabel says teasingly. "It will be a shame seeing as the savages are coming for you and my friend so if you are scared of a little game, how willl you protect you and Mal?" Kimora asks.