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Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 14: Human Body Model

Chapter 14: Human Body Model

The​⁠‍ back of the⁠‍‍ painting had a built-in mirror. The‌​​ one on the​ other side, in⁠ Dayeon’s library, did​ too. She was⁠‌‍ staring at her‌ reflection, dazed.

“Who‍​​ is this beauty?”‌⁠

“…It’s‌ you.”

“Oh,‌ thanks.”

“Stop‌ with the nonsense‍‍ and hang it‍‌ on the wall.”​

I hung the mirror‍​ on the wall,​ and Dayeon placed⁠ hers in the‍⁠ same spot as⁠ mine. It seemed⁠​⁠ like everything was‌⁠‌ finally symmetrical.

But‌⁠ the door didn’t⁠⁠​ open.

“What’s⁠⁠‍ wrong now?”

“Because‍‌⁠ it’s not symmetrical.”⁠‍

“But‍ we made the‌ room symmetrical.”

“There‌⁠‍ must be something​ off. It’s not​‌ perfectly symmetrical.”

Perfect​‍‍ symmetry? The rooms​​ were clearly aligned⁠⁠​ in parallel. The​‍ only difference was‌‌​ Dayeon and me,‍⁠‌ each on one‍ side.

“Does⁠‌‍ the symmetry include​ people too?”

“Then‌​⁠ we’d just have​⁠ to split ourselves​⁠ in two and‍⁠‍ put one half​‌‍ on each side.”‌

“We’re​ not King Solomon,‍ that makes no​ sense.”

Even​‌⁠ if I wanted​ to balance the‌‍ symmetry, like Dayeon⁠‍ said, we couldn’t⁠ exactly split a person in two.‍‍ I looked for‌⁠ another option.

‘The‍‌ mirror must be​​ there for a reason.’

I looked again at⁠​ the mirror hanging‍ on the wall.‍ It was full-length.⁠‌‌ I stood in​​‌ front of it.‌⁠ It reflected my​​ entire figure.

‘In‍ games, this is‌⁠ where a ghost​⁠⁠ usually pops up.’⁠

Luckily,‍ nothing happened. As‌ I stared, I remembered something from⁠ the paper.

[Look⁠ at each other.]​​

If​ that message implied‌⁠ more than just​‌​ making the rooms‌⁠ symmetrical, maybe it​ had to be‌‌⁠ taken literally.

“…So​‍ that was it.”​​

I slightly moved the​‍⁠ mirror to the⁠‍ side and stood‍ next to it.​‍

“Stand⁠ next to your‍ mirror too.”

“Mmm,​‌ should I or​‌ not?”

Dayeon,​‍‌ lounging in a chair, was swinging‍ one leg in‌‌ the air arrogantly.​‌ Her pale, slender‍‍ legs were fully‌​‌ exposed. Without realizing,​ I gave a furtive glance.

“You⁠​ better come quick…”‍‌‍

I turned my head⁠​​ quickly, but Dayeon⁠ had already noticed.​ She pressed down‌‌‌ hard on her‌‍‍ skirt to cover‌ herself, frowning in⁠⁠ disgust.

“Pervert.”‍‍‍

“…Seriously.”‌‍

I hadn’t even seen​ anything. After hurling⁠‍‌ that furious accusation,⁠​ she finally stood​ up. Dayeon positioned‌ herself next to​‌‍ her mirror.

The‌⁠ mirror in my​‌ library reflected Dayeon.⁠ And hers reflected‌​ me.

It‍⁠​ looked like we⁠‌‍ were standing side​ by side in‍‌ each room. Finally,​ symmetry had been‍ achieved.

–Clack⁠

The‍​ sound of a door unlocking echoed‌​ from somewhere. It⁠‍​ was the entrance​ to the secret‌‌ library.

“We‌​ finally solved it…”‌‌​

I sighed in relief.⁠‌⁠ But at that⁠‍ moment, the mirror‌‌‍ on the other⁠⁠‍ side changed in⁠‍⁠ a horrifying way.‌

“Holy‌​ crap, that scared‌​​ me!”

My‌‌ reflection in the⁠ mirror started bleeding‍​​ from the eyes.​ It had an​​‍ expression of agony,‍ like it wanted‌​‌ to die.

Its‍ body was covered​‍​ in grotesque wounds,‌ torn flesh, and⁠‍‍ blood. Even though​ it was my‍‍ reflection, it gave‍​‌ me chills to‍‍ look at it.‍​

“What​‌ a sick joke.”‌

I turned away, shuddering.‌ Meanwhile, Dayeon was​‌​ staring closely at​ her reflection. Like⁠‌ mine, it had​‌‌ turned hideous.

Dayeon’s⁠‍ image was hanging‍‍ by a rope‌ around the neck,‍​‍ suspended in the⁠‌ air, bleeding from​⁠‍ every hole on​‌ her face.

“Ugh.”⁠‍

The​​ sight was so⁠ repulsive it made‍ me gag. But‍⁠ she kept looking‌‌⁠ at her image‍‍‌ calmly, as if​⁠ fascinated.

“What‍⁠ the hell do‍​ you find so‌‍ interesting about that?”‌⁠‍

“I‍​⁠ don’t know. It​⁠​ looks… happy.”

Happy?⁠‌‍

Dayeon⁠ mumbled something incomprehensible.⁠

“Happiness,‌‍⁠ my ass. It​⁠ looks like suffering.”‍

“But‌​ the me in‍ the mirror is‌ at peace, isn’t‌ she?”

“You‍ can even interpret​​ it that way?”​‌‌

Maybe​‌ because her reflection,​‍ unlike herself who‌⁠ couldn’t die, was‌⁠ hanging and dead.‌

She​‍​ seemed to feel​ some envy, however​ faint. Dayeon’s idea​‍ of happiness was​​ clearly far from​‍ the common definition.⁠​

“Stop‍ the nonsense and‍‍ get out.”

I turned the mirror⁠​⁠ around so she⁠ couldn’t keep staring​ at it. Dayeon‍ let out a disappointed “ah,” but⁠ soon snapped back⁠ to normal.

“But‍⁠‌ I don’t see‍ the key for​‍ the next class.‍ Do you have‍ it?”

“No,‌‍ I don’t.”

Dayeon‌‍ shook her head.​​ Grammatically there was⁠‍ nothing wrong with⁠‍​ her answer, but⁠⁠ for some reason‌‍‌ it annoyed me.‍

‘More​‍​ importantly, where’s the‌‌‍ reward for solving‍‍⁠ this puzzle?’

Usually,​‍⁠ solving a puzzle​‍⁠ opens the path‍‍ to the next‌‌⁠ area, but this‌​‌ time, only the‍‍ secret archive’s door‍‌ had opened.

‘Did⁠‌ I miss something?’​​

I decided to think‌‌‌ about it later‌⁠ and opened the⁠​​ door. Then, an⁠​ unexpected scene unfolded⁠‌​ before my eyes.​

The‌‌‍ library, which had‍​‍ been completely silent​ before, was now​⁠ a total mess.​⁠

Bookshelves⁠‌​ broken or knocked‍‍​ over, books scattered‌‌ everywhere. While we​ were solving the​​​ puzzle inside the​ secret archive, someone‍ had broken into‌‌ the library.

“What⁠​ is this…?”

I was so stunned‌​ I was about‌‍ to mutter aloud⁠‌ when Dayeon placed‍ a finger on‌‌ my lips. And‌​ whispered softly.

“Shh.”​

Dayeon’s⁠‍ slender finger touched⁠‍ my lips. It‌⁠⁠ felt strange. Suddenly,‍ we could sense‍‌‌ a presence in‍​ the library. And⁠‍ it wasn’t a friendly one.

“Follow‌‌ me.”

Dayeon​ whispered just loud⁠​‌ enough for me‌‍ to hear, and‌‍‌ we carefully hid‌ behind a bookshelf,‍ avoiding the presence.​​

“Let’s‌‍ wait here until⁠ it leaves.”

“What‍​ just came in…?”‌

“If⁠ you’re curious, take​‍ a look. I’m⁠​⁠ sure you know​ it.”

“You⁠‌⁠ mean I know‌ it? Don’t tell​ me…”

A bad hunch crept​‌ up on me.​⁠ No, impossible…

Repeating⁠‍ it in my⁠‍⁠ mind, I carefully​ peeked out. I silently observed the⁠‌ library.

Step​‍ step step step.⁠⁠⁠

Footsteps​‌⁠ that, more than⁠ fear, now provoked‌​ irritation. A guy​ in a familiar‌ uniform wandered aimlessly‍‍ through the center⁠ of the library.⁠⁠

Just⁠‌‍ as I feared—it‍​​ was the guard.‌⁠⁠

‘Why‌ the hell is‌‍ this guy showing‌‍ up again…?’

As​⁠‌ soon as I saw him, an⁠ automatic mental curse​‍ slipped out. That’s‍‍‍ how deep the⁠‍‌ bad blood ran​‌⁠ between him and‍‍⁠ me.

Step⁠ step step.

The​‍ footsteps came closer.​‌ It felt like​‌⁠ he was heading‌‌ straight toward us.‍‌‌

“What‍‍​ if he finds‍⁠ us?”

“Then‌‌ we’ll have to‍‍ hide deeper inside.”‍⁠‌

If⁠‌​ he discovered us,⁠⁠‌ he’d probably blow‌ my head off.‍ Amid the tense‌⁠‍ moment, Dayeon rubbed⁠ her eyes with⁠ a long yawn.‍

“I’m​ sleepy.”

“Do‍ you really think‌ this is the‍‍​ time for that?”​

The​ guard was already‍‌ inside the library.⁠‌‌ I saw a small space under⁠‌ a fallen bookshelf.⁠

“We‍‌‌ can hide there.”‌​

Dayeon​​⁠ crouched and slipped​‌ in. Then she‍⁠ motioned for me‌ to follow.

“That⁠ looks way too‍⁠‌ tight.”

“If⁠ you try properly,‍​‌ you’ll fit.”

The​‌ gap was big​ enough for one⁠⁠ person. But for⁠ two, it looked​⁠‌ cramped.

I wanted to move,​​‍ but my legs​⁠ wouldn’t respond. As⁠​⁠ I hesitated, the‌​ footsteps drew dangerously‍‌‍ close.

“Come‌⁠⁠ on, hurry.”

“…I’m‌ coming.”

I had no choice​‌‌ but to crawl⁠ underneath. The space​‍‍ was so tight‍ that it was‍ hard to get‍​‌ in.

“Having​​​ trouble? Let me⁠ help.”

Dayeon‍ gently placed her⁠​‌ hand on my​⁠‍ waist and pulled⁠‌‍ me in carefully.‌ With much effort,⁠​⁠ I managed to‍​ squeeze all the​​ way in.

But‌⁠‍ the situation wasn’t‌‍ good at all.‍ The space under‍‌‍ the bookshelf was‌‌ far narrower than⁠ it looked.

We‌‍​ were completely pressed‍⁠ against each other.⁠​

“Aren’t‌‍ we a little​​⁠ too close? Do⁠ you like me‍‌​ that much?”

“Don’t​‌‍ be ridiculous. That’s‍‍ not it.”

Dayeon’s​‌​ face was right‍‌​ in front of‌‍⁠ mine. I wanted⁠​‌ to look away,⁠⁠ but in that⁠‌ cramped space, I couldn’t move an‌‌‌ inch.

I could even feel​ her breath. Not⁠​ knowing what to⁠⁠ do, I decided‍‍ to just close⁠‍ my eyes.

“Oh,‌‌ are you asleep?”​

“I’m​ not sleeping.”

“Then‍​ I’m going to‍ sleep.”

Dayeon​⁠ lifted my arm‍‍‌ and placed it​‍ under her head‌‌‍ like a pillow.​ She rested her⁠‍ head on my​ left arm.

“What‍ are you doing?”‌

“Lying‍​‌ down without support‌​‌ is uncomfortable.”

For‌ me, the whole⁠ situation was uncomfortable.‍ If I had​‍⁠ known, I would⁠​ have run off‍‍⁠ and hidden in⁠⁠ the cleaning closet.⁠

Dayeon’s​‌ breath felt heavier⁠‌ than years of⁠ accumulated dust. Maybe‍ my face showed‍ it, because she⁠‌‍ tilted her head.​‌‍

“Don’t‍‌‍ you like being‍​‍ with me?”

Even⁠‌ as she spoke,⁠⁠⁠ her breath hit‌‌ me directly because​⁠‌ of how close‌⁠⁠ we were. And‌‌⁠ to make it‍‌‍ worse, the guard’s⁠ footsteps were already​ near our area.​​

Even⁠⁠⁠ whispering could give‌‍⁠ us away. Best​​ to ignore Dayeon​​‍ completely.

“Hey,‌‌​ hey.”

“…”⁠‍

“Did‌‍‌ you really fall​‍ asleep?”

“…”​

“Wow,‍ looks like you⁠ did…”

My​‌ act worked, and⁠ Dayeon stopped bothering​‌‌ me. Just when‍ I thought everything⁠⁠​ would finally quiet⁠ down—

I felt her breath‍⁠ on my face.⁠ Since my eyes⁠ were closed, I couldn’t predict what‍​⁠ she’d do.

And‍⁠​ then, a soft‌⁠ sensation brushed my‍‍‍ cheek. I jolted‍​ awake.

I opened my eyes‍‌​ in shock.

Dayeon⁠⁠⁠ was looking at‍‌ me, dumbfounded.

“Did⁠ you sleep well?”​

“…”⁠⁠‍

I wanted to say​​‍ something, but my‍‍ tongue was tied.‍ And just then,​‌‌ the guard’s footsteps‌ stopped right in‌⁠‌ front of us,⁠ so I didn’t‌⁠​ say another word.‍

Step,‍‍⁠ step, step.

Through⁠ the other side​​​ of the shelf,​‍⁠ I could just​⁠ see the guard’s‌​ feet. I inhaled​ involuntarily. We kept‍‌ silent until he‌​​ was gone.

The⁠​⁠ guard passed by⁠‍ without finding us​‌ under the shelf.⁠ After wandering around‍⁠‍ for quite a while, he finally⁠ left the library.⁠​‌

His⁠‍⁠ footsteps faded away.​⁠ Even then, we⁠‍ didn’t get up​⁠ right away. It‍ wasn’t out of‌ fear.

“What‌ are you doing?‍‍⁠ Aren’t you getting​ out? I think​​ he’s gone.”

“…What⁠⁠​ did you do⁠​​ to me just⁠ now?”

“Hmm?​‍ Oh, that.”

Dayeon​ brought two fingers​ to my cheek.‍ I felt that⁠‌⁠ soft sensation again.‍⁠‍

“It​‍ was just this.”‌‌‌

“…”⁠

The‍⁠‌ sensation I’d felt​​⁠ earlier had just‍⁠ been her fingers.​

“Don’t‌ lie.”

“What,‌ did you think‍‌ I did something⁠‌​ weird to you?”‍​‍

I was about to‌‌​ snap back, but​ held it in.​ Arguing with Dayeon​ only ever led‍⁠‌ to defeat. A waste of time.‍⁠​

I crawled out from‌ under the shelf​ without another word.‍

“You‍⁠‍ too, get out‍‍​ already.”

“Help‌‍‍ me. I can’t‍​ do it alone.”‌‍

Dayeon⁠‍ extended both hands‌‍ and waved them⁠ gently. With a sigh, I grabbed⁠​⁠ them and pulled⁠‍ her out.

Maybe​ it was because⁠‌ she’s a girl—she‍‍ was lighter than⁠ I expected. I pulled her out‌​​ easily.

“What‍ a mess.”

“What‌​‍ is?”

“The⁠​⁠ library, what else?”‍

I looked around the​⁠‍ library, now on‍‍⁠ the verge of‍‌ collapse. The guard​‌ had made such⁠⁠‍ a mess that‌⁠ not a single‍‍⁠ bookshelf was left‍‌ standing.

“Oh,‍ this book was⁠ good… it’s torn.”‍⁠

“Pick​‌‍ up the pages‍ and tape them‍⁠​ together.”

“You​ think so?”

She‍ glanced over the​‌ messy floor. Something⁠‌‌ shiny caught her‍ eye. She quickly⁠⁠ moved closer and‌‌ rummaged through the‍​ books.

[You‍​ have obtained ink.]⁠

‘Oh.’​‌

We‌⁠ had two bottles‍ of ink. I could use one​ now and keep⁠ the other as⁠⁠‌ a spare.

[You⁠‍ have recorded your⁠ progress so far.]⁠

I carefully stored the‍ spare ink and‍ continued searching the‍ area.

‘Places⁠‍⁠ like this usually‌ hide items…’

Something⁠​ was shining near‌​‌ some footprints, where​ the guard had‌ passed.

It‌‌ probably fell from‌ him.

[You⁠ have obtained the​​ Laboratory Key.]

‘Found⁠‌ it.’

[🔑‍​‍ Laboratory Key]

【Used‌​ to open the‍⁠ laboratory door.】

“Did‍‌ you find the‍​ key?”

“Yeah,‌‌ the laboratory one.”⁠

The​‍‌ laboratory. Luckily, it‍‌ was one of⁠‍‍ the classrooms on​⁠ the fourth floor.‍ We didn’t have‍ to take a long detour.

“Then​⁠ let’s go.”

We‍ headed straight for​‌⁠ the laboratory, our⁠‌​ next destination. It⁠​‍ was only two‍⁠​ rooms away from‍‌‌ the library, so​ we got there​‌ quickly.

“What‌⁠​ kind of crap‌⁠ will it be​ this time?”

“Whatever⁠⁠ it is, it’s⁠‍⁠ gonna suck.”

[You‍​⁠ have used the⁠ Laboratory Key.]

Click.‌

We⁠ carefully entered the​ laboratory.

Thud.‍⁠​

As‌ soon as we⁠⁠‍ stepped in, something‌​​ the size of‌​ a person collapsed⁠ toward me.

“…Holy‍​⁠ crap!”

I nearly passed out‌ from the scare.‍‌⁠ It was a miracle I didn’t⁠‍ scream. If I had, Dayeon would’ve⁠​ teased me for⁠ the rest of​‌ the year.

‘Whew…’​

I clutched my chest⁠⁠ and checked what‌ had fallen.

It⁠ was a human⁠ figure with exposed⁠ organs. Not a corpse, but one‌‍ of those anatomical‍⁠ models common in​‍ labs.

“An​‍ anatomical model?”

It‍​⁠ looked like it⁠‍ had been leaning‌‌‍ against the door‍⁠⁠ and fell as​⁠⁠ I opened it.‌‌‌

“…It’s​‌ weird.”

The​‍‌ state of the⁠‍ model was odd.⁠ The organs—lungs, liver,⁠⁠ heart—were absurdly realistic.‍​

As⁠‍⁠ if they were‍‍⁠ real human organs.‍⁠‌

And​ then—

“Cough!”‍⁠‍

A violent cough suddenly⁠ shook me.

“Cough,‌⁠​ cough!”

It​‍​ was uncontrollable, and‍‍​ thick blood spurted‍⁠​ from my mouth.‍‍‌ It didn’t just​ flow—it gushed out‌ as if being‍‌⁠ torn from me.‍​​

“Urgh…”​⁠‍

Like⁠‍​ something out of⁠⁠​ an arcade game,‍ the blood sprayed‍ out like a fountain.

‘What‍​‍ the hell is‌‍​ happening?’

The​⁠ moment I stepped⁠‍‌ into the lab,⁠‍​ my body started‌‍​ to collapse.

Without⁠‍ understanding anything, I staggered and fell‍⁠ in front of‌⁠ the anatomical model.‍

My‍ consciousness was fading.⁠ In that mental‍ fog, the model‍⁠ became visible through​​ the haze.

…Somehow,⁠​ it was watching‌⁠ me with a terrifying smile.

[You​ have died.]

[Restarting​ from checkpoint.]

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