- I’m the Nuisance Character in the Horror Game Chapter 2
Yeah, let’s admit it. This was silence.
In the awkward atmosphere, I pretended nothing was wrong and stood up from my spot.
Werner didn’t even glance at me anymore.
According to the game’s setting, Werner had a one-sided crush on Evelyn—on me—but after washing up on the island, that affection had cooled to ice.
Especially once inside the hotel, his dislike turned to outright contempt.
It wasn’t like Evelyn’s nuisances had killed just one or two people.
Of course, that’s not the issue right now. In this dire situation, with my past-life memories thrown in, their hatred for me wasn’t the big problem.
What mattered was the choice window. In this game, you had to choose your responses carefully.
The story’s direction changed depending on what you picked.
There were seven characters, but you couldn’t pursue them all.
You could only play as one of the two leads: the heroine or the hero.
That meant Evelyn’s choice windows were an unknown factor.
Judging by the first one that popped up, it reeked of failure from a mile away…
At my idiotic remark about what “sick and tired” meant, a flustered Werner weakly gestured for us to go in, and the group followed.
I watched their backs and seriously wanted to ask.
Why didn’t anyone question if I was joking? Of course, instead of asking, I cautiously backed away while eyeing their retreating figures.
Hoping they’d just forget about me and head into the hotel, my eyes locked straight onto Cleta, the male lead.
Why are you staring? Look away. Oblivious to the venom in my glare, Cleta smiled kindly.
“Evelyn, don’t be scared. It’s okay, come here.”
Cleta and I were childhood friends, and I’d once admired him.
You could call it a first love from puberty. Now it was just a faded memory of a first love.
He wasn’t meant for me anyway, and this ends in tragedy.
“I’m not going.”
At my firm refusal, Werner rubbed his temples like he had a headache.
Cleta, the one rejected, stayed quiet, but Werner shot me a murderous glare.
“Ha, Miss Evelyn. Please don’t make me any more disappointed in you!”
I don’t get why he won’t just leave me and go. Why keep dragging me along?
“No!”
I shouted with all my might, and the booming echo made everyone flinch and turn to me.
It was because I’d never raised my voice in my life.
Before my past memories resurfaced, I’d been the typical noble lady—calm and quiet. Though swallowed by anxiety and fear, turning into a nuisance in the horror game. Still, plenty of nobles had liked me. Even the male lead Cleta had a crush on me as a kid.
Since I’d reincarnated here, recalling my past life didn’t mean the childhood Evelyn wasn’t me.
My personality had shifted a bit, but the fact remained: the Evelyn standing here was me.
“I don’t care if you’re disappointed or not. I’m absolutely not going into that hotel. Cough, cough.”
Shivering and coughing, Werner yelled in a voice thick with rage.
“This isn’t the time for stubbornness!” Looking at my current state, Werner was right.
In this pouring rain, my pampered body couldn’t endure all this.
The others had basic stamina, but in the game, Evelyn was literally made of water. Her stats were abysmally low, so she’d faint at every opportunity, making the protagonist suffer while fleeing demons with her in tow.
And I had a body no different from that Evelyn.
Born frail, I’d never properly exercised.
“Go into the hotel and warm up first. I refuse to argue any further.”
If I go in there, my body will literally melt away and die.
No matter what, dying from a cold is better. I decided to stay calm.
I wanted to tell the truth, but the vibe wasn’t one where they’d believe me. Still, I’d try everything I could.
Pushing them into the hotel felt a bit wrong anyway.
I opened my mouth to phrase it in a roundabout way to keep them out as much as possible.
A deep pain surged from within, and I vomited blood.
“Gack…!”
“Kyaaah, Miss Evelyn! Blood…!”
And as if waiting, a warning popped up.
※If you speak about game-related matters, every human here will meet a horrific death.
It demands your silence until you escape the island.
So I can talk after escaping…?
Can I even escape?
And at this point, it was less a demand and more a threat.
That wasn’t the end; another warning window appeared.
※If you prevent them from entering the hotel, you will face the original ‘Bad Ending: Dismemberment.’
…Ha. In the end, I couldn’t say a word and just bit my lip hard.
It meant I’d meet the dismemberment ending I wanted to avoid.
But there was one ray of hope.
The warning didn’t say what happens if I run away.
So maybe fleeing was okay? Sorry, but I have to survive, even if alone. I felt no strong bond with them.
No sense of duty or responsibility to save them like the protagonists.
I’m not a good person. Pushing away Cleta and Moran, who rushed over shocked by my bloody cough, I looked at Werner.
His face paled at the blood on my lips. “I’ll wait out here and check the situation. If you’re going in, go ahead first.”
But then he scrunched his face at my words.
“What are you waiting for! Do you think that makes sense?! Have you seen a single boat pass by the island?”
No, I hadn’t. When I said nothing, Werner jerked his chin, saying enough and let’s go.
“You’ve coughed up blood—stop resisting. Quit these pointless antics. Realize you’re a nuisance to everyone.”
I took a deep breath in and out. If I don’t resist and go in, the slaughter party begins?
Words weren’t getting through, so I’d show them with actions.
That I absolutely wouldn’t join them. Worried someone might grab me if I ran, I pleaded earnestly.
“Please respect my choice.”
And without looking back, lest anyone grab me, I dashed into the forest.
“Evelyn!”
“Miss Evelyn!”
Behind the calls, an irritated high-pitched voice rang out.
“Leave her. If she has nowhere to go, she’ll come back. She’s not a child—how long are we supposed to put up with this?”
I knew from the cold tone alone.
It was Cynthia, the villainess in the horror game who had a crush on the male lead.
One of the more watchable stories in Child’s Secret was this.
The romance between the heroine and hero, and the villainess who envied and sabotaged the heroine, throwing her into peril—it was pretty entertaining.
It was popular early on, but as I said before, the hellish difficulty made it vanish like smoke… the rest omitted.
“Ha, but…”
Alhulf, more of a coward than me, tried to object, but no more words followed.
He’d probably shut up under Cynthia’s sharp glare.
Leaving that conversation behind, I ran hard. Planning to go anywhere, sort things out, and methodically plot my escape. That’s what I intended…
The player has left the game area. ‘Original Plot Coercion’ activates.
…Wasn’t that only for them? Panicked, another window popped up before me.
The effect will not disappear until the player enters the hotel.
So that’s why it didn’t warn me early! As if with no intent to calm my excitement, the system window appeared again.
There’s a rock ahead!
At the random words, I twisted my body to avoid the rock.
Go trip on it!
No, no! My body suddenly moved on its own, charging toward the rock.
“You crazy system!”
Stunned by the sudden skill, I promptly tripped over the rock and rolled head over heels.
After tumbling about ten adult steps, my body stopped.
“…F*ck, world.”
Such a cruel world.
I had no strength left. The rain had left me limp, and a feverish chill crept up.
My body shivered, and coughs kept bursting out.
“Yeah, cough cough! Maybe dying like this is better.”
Dismemberment is the last thing I want.
Scenes of Evelyn dying in the game replayed endlessly in my mind.
I could endure the scary stuff somehow. But pain? I hated it so much.
The screams Evelyn let out right before death echoed in my ears, and I finally burst into tears, unable to hold back.
Thinking I was alone, I sobbed openly, snot and all, when a clear voice reached my ears.
“Sis, are you okay? Your nose is running…”
“Eek!”
You scared me!
“Sis?”
“…”
Startled by the sudden child, my earlier terror vanished, replaced by a wave of embarrassment.
It was awkward that I, an adult, was bawling while the kid wasn’t.
Feeling silly, I blurted out anything.
“Do you have a handkerchief?”
“Shouldn’t you ask who I am first?”
“You’re a smart one…”
Then my body stiffened for a moment. …A child?
I barely opened my half-dazed eyes and looked at the kid squatting in front of me.
Silver hair almost white, pale skin, white lashes, red lips.
The little boy looked so angelic, like a doll, that when our eyes met, he grabbed my hand and beamed.
“Thank goodness. There are people after all!” “…” Staring at the pretty little boy grinning at me, I could only gape. Because, because… that boy was. Ding.
‘The Future World Conqueror’ Holloway has caught you fleeing.
He’s approaching you while hiding his identity.
Be careful not to seem suspicious! ※Suspicious behavior or revealing game-related info may spike Holloway’s murderous urges.
He was the horror game’s final boss. The man, disguised as a child, lowered the humans’ guards who entered the hotel, making them drop their defenses.
The demons, needing toys, pretended to offer hope, played with them to their heart’s content, then killed them gruesomely.
Holloway was the only one who could control those reckless demons.
Whether trembling from fear or cold, I couldn’t tell, when the choice window appeared.
Holloway is staring right at you.
➤What should someone like you say?
- Do I look like a person to you? ((ಠ_ಠ))
- A child? I hate that! (T_T)
- Get the hell away! ((╬▔皿▔)╯)
F*ck. Shitty options. Reluctantly, I pressed the least bad one—number 1—like swallowing mustard while crying. As if that line made any sense in this situation. “Do I look like a person to you?” “Siiis… Why are you being scary?” The final boss Holloway, who was smiling just before, now sniffled as if this was enough to frighten him, gripping my hand tighter.
