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Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 15: The Frog in the Formaldehyde Jar

Chapter 15: The Frog in the Formaldehyde Jar

When​‍ I regained consciousness,‌⁠⁠ I was back​​ in the library.‌

I froze, unable to⁠⁠⁠ move. Dayeon, noticing‌⁠‍ something was off‍‌​ with me, approached‍​⁠ quietly.

“What’s‌‌ with that face?‌ You look like⁠‌⁠ someone who just​ came back from‍​ the dead.”

“Leave​⁠ me alone.”

Could⁠‌‍ this girl see‌ ghosts?

Pretending‌‍‍ to be calm,⁠​ I picked up⁠⁠ the key.

[You​⁠​ have obtained the​‍‌ science lab key.]​‍

“Let’s​⁠​ go.”

Just‍ like before, we‌ headed straight to‌⁠‍ the science lab.‌⁠ When we arrived,⁠​‌ the memory of‌‌ what had just‍ happened came rushing​⁠‌ back.

And‍ it made my⁠​ hand stop.

“Aren’t⁠ you going to⁠⁠ open the door?”​‌

“Wait‌​ a bit, I need to think.”​‍

What⁠‍ the hell was‌‌ that just now?‌

I collided with an‌ anatomical model and​‍ started bleeding. I wasn’t exactly sure​⁠‍ why, but it‍ was clearly tied⁠‌ to that model.⁠

‘You​​⁠ can’t touch it?​ Is it something​⁠⁠ like that?’

I stood in front‍ of the door​​ and braced myself.⁠ As soon as‍⁠ I opened the⁠‍ door, that anatomical‌ model would fall​ toward me.

I rehearsed which direction‍​ to dodge and​ fully prepared myself.⁠‌

‘Now!’‌​

Clack.‌‌

I swung the lab​‍ door open and‌​ quickly stepped aside.​⁠

The‌ anatomical model fell‍‌​ clumsily to the⁠‌ other side of‍⁠‌ the door.

‘Phew.’​‍‌

I did it. I wasn’t going to​‌‍ die like a dog again.

“You‌‌ have good reflexes.”‌‍

“I‍ saw it from⁠⁠ the window as‌ we passed.”

Dayeon⁠ looked at me‌‍ with sparkling eyes,⁠ surprised. I gave⁠‌​ a vague reply‌‍​ and then gave‌​​ the anatomical model‍ a solid kick.⁠

‘Damn‍⁠ thing!’

Thud!‍​

The‌ model rolled forcefully‍‍‍ across the floor.‌ I finally felt‍‌ a bit relieved.⁠​

After‍​⁠ that, I checked‌ its condition.

The‍ anatomical model had​​ no arms or‌ legs, only a head and torso.‌⁠‍ And its insides,​‍‌ where the organs​​ should’ve been, were‍​ completely hollow.

‘That​⁠ wasn’t the case‍ before.’

Right‍‌​ before I died,​⁠⁠ the model was⁠​ full of organs.‍‌​ And it had​‍ that disgusting smile.⁠‍

But⁠​ now it was⁠​‌ completely different.

“What’s⁠ wrong? Something up?”⁠

“No,‍⁠ nothing serious.”

I stepped over the​ model lying at⁠​‍ the door and‍ entered the lab.‍‍‌

The‍ distinct smell of‌ chemicals and alcohol‌‍ filled the room.⁠‌‍ On the display​​‌ shelves were flasks‌ and jars neatly⁠⁠ lined up. I began meticulously inspecting‍⁠ the place.

[It’s⁠‍ a globe.]

[Flasks⁠ and glass bottles⁠ are neatly arranged.]⁠‌​

[Inside‌​ the display case‍‌‍ are chemicals.]

[A⁠‍‍ poster of the‍ human skeleton is⁠‍ hanging.]

At‌ first glance, it​‍ was a typical‌⁠ science lab.

‘There’s‍ no way there’s⁠⁠ nothing here.’

While⁠ rummaging through the⁠​ drawers looking for⁠‍ any items, I felt something soft⁠ in my hand.​

‘I​ knew it would​ be hidden in‌ a place like⁠⁠‍ this.’

Maybe⁠ because the lab⁠⁠‍ was so dark,​ I couldn’t clearly‌ see what it‌ was.

I could only guess⁠​ by touch.

‘Hmm…’‍⁠

I pulled it out⁠⁠‌ of the drawer​‌ and placed it‍​ in my hand.​​‌ It was soft,‍‌ slimy, and sticky.‍‍‌

I felt a faint‌‍⁠ vibration and pulse.​‌​ It ticked on⁠‌ its own, like‍‌ a clock.

And​ it wasn’t just⁠ warm—it was burning‌ hot. I’d never​ touched anything like‍‍⁠ it.

Which‌ made it impossible​ to guess what⁠⁠‌ it was.

I slowly lifted it‌‍ up to check‌ what it was​ and was horrified.⁠​

[You​ have obtained a heart.]

It⁠⁠ was a heart!‍‍​

“Shit!”​​⁠

I cursed and backed​‍⁠ away in fright.‌‍​ I tossed the‍‍ heart onto the⁠​‌ table. The slimy,​⁠‍ sticky organ rolled‍‍​ across the desk⁠⁠‍ and kept beating⁠ on its own.⁠⁠‌

“What‍‌ happened?”

Dayeon,​ who had been‍⁠‌ casually poking around‌​​ the lab, heard‌ my scream. She​‌⁠ approached and asked⁠⁠ what was wrong.​‍⁠

“Look‌​‍ at that.”

Wiping​ the cold sweat‍​ from my brow,‌​ I pointed at‍ the still-beating heart‍ on the table.‍⁠

Dayeon‍ stared at it‌ deeply, then looked‌​​ at me.

“A‌ heart, huh? Is‌​ this how you‌⁠ express your love⁠​‍ for me?”

“For‌ the love of…”​

She‌ didn’t even flinch.​ She tossed out‍‌⁠ a joke that​‌​ wasn’t the least⁠ bit funny. As​‌ consistent as always.‍⁠

“What’s‌ wrong? Does your​ heart pound from‍​‍ being with me?”⁠⁠‍

“Not‍ even close.”

I turned my face​ away as she​⁠ leaned closer. The​‍ teasing of a teenage classmate could‌‍‍ be pretty dangerous.‍

I ignored her the‍‌ best I could⁠⁠ and refocused.

“Why‌‌ the hell is‌‍‍ there a heart‌ here?”

“Who‍‌ knows… maybe it⁠‍ has an owner.”‍⁠

“Owner,‌‌⁠ my ass. It’s⁠‍ just a heart…”​‍

Suddenly,​ someone came to⁠ mind. I turned‍​ toward the anatomical‍‍ model I had⁠‍ stomped on earlier.⁠ It was still‌​‌ lying in the​​‍ same spot.

“Could‍‍⁠ it be this​‌​ guy’s?”

I approached to check⁠‍ its condition. The​‍‌ inside of the⁠⁠ model was completely‍​​ empty. Not even‌⁠ a heart.

“Could‌​‍ it be we⁠‍⁠ have to put​ it back in?”​

Dayeon‍ crouched down to​‍ examine the anatomical⁠ model. A pretty‍‌‍ logical deduction.

I picked up the⁠​ heart from the‌⁠ table. Just holding‌ it made me‍⁠ uncomfortable.

With​​ that unpleasant sensation⁠⁠ spreading through my⁠‍ palm, I approached‍ the model.

[Heart]‌

【Someone’s‍ heart. It’s soft,‍ slimy, and warm.​ You can feel​ it beating.】

As‍ I extended my‌ hand toward the⁠‍​ chest area of‌ the model, a message appeared.

[Do‍⁠ you want to​​​ insert the heart‍ into the anatomical‌ model?]

[Insert‍​⁠ heart. / Cancel.]‌‌⁠

I selected “Insert heart,”⁠‍ and the organ⁠ fit perfectly into⁠‍‌ the model’s empty​​​ cavity.

[You‌‌ have inserted the⁠​‌ heart into the​‌ cavity.]

Clack.​​​

The⁠ sound of something​ opening was heard.​​ It didn’t sound‍ like a door—more​‍ like a drawer⁠‍‍ or safe.

“I⁠​ knew it! How​‍ about my deduction?‌‍ Impressive, right?”

“Yeah,⁠⁠⁠ yeah, you’re amazing.”‍⁠

I headed toward the‌‍⁠ sound. A drawer⁠​ was open, and⁠ inside glowed a faint light.

“Again?”⁠‌⁠

I still hadn’t recovered⁠⁠ from the shock‌ of handling that⁠‌ heart. I didn’t⁠ dare stick my‌​ hand in the‍​⁠ drawer.

I was afraid of‍ what might come‌‍ out. After a while, I asked‍⁠ Dayeon for help.​

“Do‌‍​ me a favor—could‍‌ you check in⁠ there?”

“Hmm,‌‌‌ asking me a favor? You don’t⁠‌ sound like someone‍ making a request.”‍​‍

As​‍​ expected, Dayeon showed​ no sign of‌ agreeing just like⁠​ that. She climbed​ onto the cabinet​​ and sat cross-legged​ with a haughty‍⁠‍ attitude.

“Say‌ it more sincerely.‌​ If you politely‌ say ‘please do‌‍⁠ it,’ maybe I’ll⁠‌ consider it.”

I was speechless at‌ her ridiculous demand.‌ At this rate,⁠​ I was better‌ off doing it‌‌​ myself.

“No⁠ need, thanks.”

“Oh,‌​​ really?”

Dayeon‍‌ was still on‍ top of the​⁠‌ cabinet. But as‍⁠‌ if she’d already‌ lost interest, she​ shrugged and got⁠‌ down.

“Wonder⁠‌‌ what’s inside?”

She​ immediately reached into‌ the half-open drawer.‌⁠‍ Completely opposite of‌‌ what she’d just⁠‌‌ said.

‘Right…​‌ she’s always been‍⁠⁠ like this.’

She‍‌⁠ just wanted to‌‌⁠ see me beg.‌⁠ When that didn’t‌‌‌ happen, she got​⁠ bored and did‌‌‌ as she pleased.​‍‌

Dayeon’s‍‌‍ personality was utterly​ unpredictable. I knew⁠‍ trying to control​‍⁠ her was pointless,​‌​ so I said​ nothing.

“So,‌ what’s inside?”

“Guess.”‌⁠

Dayeon‍ still had her‍‍⁠ hand in the‍ drawer, playing around.⁠ She spoke in​⁠⁠ a mysterious and‌ curious tone.

“It’s‌ sticky. And firm.”‌⁠

“And?”​

“It’s‌‌⁠ soft, long… and‍‌‌ kind of warm.”⁠​

With‍‌⁠ just that, it​ was impossible to‍⁠⁠ know what it‌​ was. But after⁠⁠ finding a heart​​‌ earlier, I could​‌​ more or less‍​​ imagine what to‍‌ expect.

‘It​⁠‌ must be some​ body part.’

Sticky,⁠ firm, soft, long,‍​​ and warm. I figured it might‍​ be an internal​​ organ—maybe intestines.

I sighed in relief⁠​ internally.

‘Thank⁠ god I didn’t​​ reach in.’

Dayeon‍ was touching intestines​⁠ barehanded like it⁠ was nothing. As‌⁠ expected of someone⁠ who seemed emotionless.‍‍​

“Want⁠⁠⁠ to see what‌​‍ it is?”

“Take‍ it out first.”‌‍‍

Dayeon​‍ pulled the object⁠‍ from the drawer​​⁠ and placed it​ on the table.⁠ It had absolutely⁠‍ nothing to do‍ with what I imagined.

“…It’s​‍⁠ a key.”

“Yeah,‌ a key.”

Not‌‍ sticky, not firm,‍ not soft. Just‌ a regular, ordinary⁠​‌ key.

“Here.”‌​‌

“…”‍‍​

Dayeon⁠⁠‍ handed it to​ me with complete⁠⁠ composure. Her expression‌⁠‍ held neither malice⁠‌​ nor kindness.

She​​ totally played me.‍‌‌ I said nothing​‌ and just took⁠‌ the key.

[You‌ have obtained the‌⁠‍ lab key.]

The​‌⁠ lab was the​⁠ room connected to‍‍ the science classroom.​‌ I’d only been⁠​ there for practical​ classes, so I barely remembered it.⁠⁠​

“Well,​‌​ we’ll see when‌ we get inside.”‍⁠

[You​ have used the‍‌ lab key.]

Clack.⁠

I opened the door‍‍ with the key​‍ and entered. The⁠ lab had a strange atmosphere.

“There’s‌ a lot of‍ interesting stuff.”

“‘Interesting’​​ my ass. It’s‌‍ creepy.”

Just‍‌ as we were​ about to step​⁠⁠ in, a warning​⁠ sign greeted us.⁠‌

[Please⁠ maintain cleanliness inside⁠​‍ the lab.]

Thud.‌

Two⁠​ white lab coats‌​‍ fell to the‌​ floor.

[You​‍ have obtained lab‍ coats.]

“Looks⁠⁠ like we need⁠​‌ to wear these⁠ to enter.”

“And‍⁠‍ what’s the point⁠⁠⁠ of that?”

“No​⁠ idea. But they’re​‍​ cute, so I’m‌⁠ putting one on.”‍

Dayeon⁠‍ calmly put on⁠‍ a lab coat.​‍ She twirled once‍​ and threw me⁠​ a sidelong glance.⁠‌

“Don’t​⁠​ I look like​ a doctor?”

“Not‌ really.”

I put one on‌​ too. Not because‌ I wanted to.‍‍

I was afraid of‌ something happening again‌‌ if I ignored‌​​ the warning, so‍ I didn’t want⁠ to risk it.⁠⁠‍

Dayeon‍ walked casually into​‍ the lab. She‍‍⁠ gazed at a cabinet with a skull drawing on‌​ it like it​ was art in‍​‍ a museum.

“This‌ is hydrochloric acid.”​‌​

“…”⁠⁠

“Look‍‍ at that. Sulfuric‌ acid.”

“You​ don’t have to‌‌ name everything. It’s​ creepy.”

I imagined the cabinet‌ falling and acid⁠​‌ splashing into my​ face.

I took a step⁠ back discreetly. After‍‍⁠ all, even though‍​ Dayeon couldn’t die⁠ no matter what,​‌​ sulfuric acid probably​⁠‍ wouldn’t do much⁠ to her.

…Probably.⁠​‍

The​⁠⁠ lab wasn’t just‍⁠ filled with cabinets—there⁠⁠​ were disturbing things​‌ everywhere. Especially on‍‌‌ the right side,⁠⁠ where a row⁠​ of taxidermied animals‌ stood.

Now‌⁠ that was spine-chilling.​

A stuffed rabbit. A whole snake in‌‌ a jar of​‌ formaldehyde.

‘Looks​ more like snake‌‌‍ liquor than an​ experiment.’

And‌‍⁠ that wasn’t all.⁠⁠ Most of the​⁠‍ little animals were⁠ taxidermied and floating‍ in formaldehyde jars.‌​

At​‍ this point, you​​‍ start questioning the‍‌​ science teacher’s tastes.‌‌

‘…They’re​ not alive, are‌‍‌ they?’

Just⁠⁠ as I was‌​⁠ about to look‍‌​ away from the‌ specimen jars—

Grrrk.‌⁠⁠

A groaning sound came‌ from somewhere. A shiver ran down‍‍⁠ my spine.

No‌‍ doubt about it.⁠⁠ The sound came⁠ from the formaldehyde​⁠‌ jars.

I couldn’t bring myself‌​‍ to turn around.​⁠​ I stood frozen​‌⁠ in place.

Then⁠⁠‍ Dayeon poked my‍‌ cheek.

“What⁠⁠ are you doing?​‌⁠ Playing statue?”

“It’s​‍⁠ not that…”

She‍‍ tilted her head⁠​⁠ like she hadn’t⁠⁠ heard anything.

‘Come‌ on, focus.’

Even​ if a taxidermied‍⁠⁠ animal moved, there‍ was no reason‍‍‍ to panic. They​‍ weren’t wolves or‍​‍ tigers—just small critters.‍‌‍

Besides,‌​ I’m a proud‍ specimen of the‍‌⁠ human species. And⁠‌‍ I had an⁠ emotionless psychopath by​‌ my side.

Repeating​ that to myself⁠⁠​ gave me some⁠‌ confidence. I took​⁠ a deep breath‌⁠ and turned around.⁠​

Among⁠‌‍ all the lined-up‌​‍ jars, one in‌⁠⁠ particular was shaking‌ hard.
It even vibrated​ slightly.

It‍‌​ squirmed, trying to​‌​ escape.

Grrrk.‌

The​ sound rang out‌‌​ again.

This‌ time, Dayeon clearly​​ heard it too.‌​ She paused.

“Was‍‍‍ that you?”

“You‍​⁠ think I’d make⁠‌⁠ that noise?”

Grrrk.​‌⁠

I pointed toward where‍‍​ the sound came‌ from. That’s when‌‍ Dayeon finally noticed​‍⁠ the taxidermied animals.‍

“Oh,⁠​‌ isn’t that squirrel​ cute?”

“It’s​‌ disgusting.”

Grrrk.‌‌

The‌‌ pitiful sound definitely‍‍ came from one‍‌ of those jars.‍‍⁠

‘Ugh…⁠ I hope it’s‍‍​ just in my​ head.’

I examined the formaldehyde‌‍‌ jars carefully. And​‍‌ I finally identified​​ the animal.

An‍⁠ amphibian, moving awkwardly,⁠⁠ kicking with front‍ legs, then hind​‌ legs.

“…It’s‍‍ a frog.”

Inside​​ the jar of‌‌ formaldehyde, the frog‌‌ was hopping with⁠​ its eyes wide‍ open.

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