Scary Rpg Maker Games Novels & Stories

--- In the system lobby. The broadcast screen lit up with a new announcement. [S-Rank Dungeon “Mental Asylum” is now permanently sealed.] On the forums, players were already snickering. [Knew it.] [What is wrong with this girl? Every dungeon she clears gets locked afterward.] [She’s basically Conan in an infinite-world novel. Every horror dungeon’s worst nightmare.] [I still don’t get why that anomaly said “sorry” to her at the end.] [Forget sorry—how did he even know about Rose Manor?!]

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 couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

At first, the players were extremely cautious of everything around them. A sausage in the sausage roaster burst with a pop, startling them badly. Everyone grabbed their weapons and began firing wildly. In an instant, flames shot across the shop, and the store I had carefully decorated turned into ruins. The sausage roaster was blown away, and the tables and chairs were blasted into pieces. After discovering that there was no danger and no NPCs, they removed their masks and slumped onto the floor. “Looks like an undeveloped dungeon. Boss, we can rest for a bit.”

Mark repeats. “We move closer,” I say. “Quiet. Piece by piece.” Lena nods. “Resources?” “Yes,” I say. “Safe houses. Watchers. Witches. Wolves who can pass as human without thinking about it.” “And hunters,” Mark says. “Only the ones who listen,” I say. “No idiots.” “What is the goal,” Lena asks. I look at her and smile. “Pressure,” I say. “Fear. Control.” Mark exhales slowly. “You want the city to feel it.”

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

This lime girl was making me feel like my IQ could use a boost. Dimitri continued to scroll through the list of games before stopping on one that had no resemblance to the color pink. "The Princess's Reign of Terror?" Her eyes lit up. "That one!" I couldn't hold in a laugh. She grabbed the cell from Dimitri's hand and dived into The Princess's Reign of Terror. Seconds later, noises blared from the phone: slices of blades, groans of pain, and a, 'Cut off his head!' "Well, this looks cozy."

I can't suppress a shudder. The gamemaster is terrifying, and a part of me is dreadfully afraid of him. His bald head gleams like a full moon, and his beefy and burly arms look like they could snap the neck of a horse with a single twist. His neck is thick, like several trunks tied together. His thick paunch extends over his belt. A pink ugly looking scar ran across his face, slanting over the bottom of one lip, tearing a gash in his chin before extending over his neck and disappearing into his collar. When he sees me, he sneers. It's like watching a wild beast bar its teeth. “What do you want, princess?"

Dark murals on the walls—roses choking skulls, thorned halos, painted suffering. My heart picked up an exciting pace and I didn’t know where to look first. Damien finally snapped me out of it. “Stay close.” He guided me through the crowd, hand on my lower back. The heat of him, the control of his touch, made my thoughts scatter. I wanted to be annoyed. But the paintings… they stole every part of me. Roses in flames, a girl drowning in charcoal water, a bleeding angel with broken wings. They were all hauntingly beautiful.