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Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 6: Gym Uniform

Chapter 6: Gym Uniform

‘This⁠‍ is it.’

The⁠ teachers’ lounge wasn’t‌‍ far from the‌‌ main entrance hall,‍ so I arrived‍‍ quickly.

Taking‌‍⁠ care not to‍‌ alert the guard,‍​ I hid near​⁠ the door. Just​⁠ as I was​⁠ about to enter,‍⁠‌ I noticed a box placed by​​ the entrance.

Its​ bright design and⁠‍ bold font drew⁠​⁠ my attention.

[Lost‍ and Found]

If​​‌ you lost something,‌‍⁠ come here to​⁠​ pick it up.⁠

It⁠ was a box‍‍⁠ meant for that​ purpose—or so the⁠​ sign said. The‌⁠ “lost and found”​⁠​ box was completely‌ open.

I peeked inside. It‍⁠​ was full of⁠‌ trash—broken pencils, old‍⁠‍ erasers, even wrappers.⁠⁠

Empty‌ snack bags, cigarette​⁠​ butts.

Although‍‍⁠ labeled “lost and⁠ found,” it seemed⁠‍ students used it‍ as a makeshift‌​⁠ trash can.

Makes‍⁠ sense. Who would‌‌‌ leave valuables like​‌‍ wallets or iPads⁠ out in the​ open? Whoever found​​ them first would‍‌​ just keep them—and⁠‍ no one would‌‌​ bring something like⁠‍​ that here.

‘Nothing‍‌⁠ useful.’

I rummaged through the⁠ trash-filled box. There‍‌⁠ was nothing worthy‍‍ of calling an‍⁠ object.

Just‍⁠​ as I was​‌ about to look‌​ away, something glinted‌ between a bulgogi⁠ snack bag and‌ a malt drink​​⁠ pouch.

[…There⁠​ is something inside.]‌

I tore open the​⁠‍ drink bag and‌⁠ checked inside.

It​​ was a small​​‌ baby-bottle-style container.

[You‌‍‍ have obtained Ink.]‍⁠‌

‘Oh.’‍

An⁠‍ unexpected find.

Obtaining‍⁠⁠ ink meant I could now save​‌ progress.

[Ink]​

【Red​ ink. Used for​ writing in the‌‌⁠ diary.】

I pulled out the⁠ diary immediately.

I’d‌⁠​ better take advantage‌ of this and‍ save now.

‘Otherwise⁠​‍ I’ll have to‍‍ start from the‍⁠ beginning.’

If​​⁠ I died because‌‍⁠ I tried to​ conserve ink and‍‌ had to redo⁠‍‍ the whole romantic⁠‍‍ closet scene with⁠​ the guard from‌​ scratch…

I’d⁠‌​ rather die than⁠⁠ go through that‍‍‌ again. The guard’s‍ mocking smile flashed⁠ through my mind.‌

I never wanted to⁠​‌ see it again.⁠‍‌

[Would​‌ you like to⁠ record your journey⁠‍ so far?]

I used the diary​‍ without hesitation. The⁠ ink spilled out​ at once.

‘Ugh.’‌‍​

They​​ could’ve at least‍​‍ warned me it⁠ would happen like⁠​‌ this. The ink⁠ trickled down my⁠⁠ palm.

Because‌ it was red,‌‌ it reminded me‌‍​ of blood.

‘Did⁠​ it have to‍​ be red—red of‌ all colors?’

It‍ gave me bad⁠‌‌ vibes. I wanted‌​ to wash it‌‌‍ off immediately, but⁠‍‌ there was no‍‍ bathroom nearby.

As​‍ a temporary solution,​⁠​ I rubbed the‌‌⁠ ink onto the⁠‍‌ wall. The white⁠‍ wall turned red.​‌

Now⁠​ it looked like​⁠​ real blood.

[Your⁠​​ journey has been⁠ recorded.]

The​ diary was now​⁠ fully stained with⁠​‍ ink.

I carefully opened the‌‍ first page. The‍‍⁠ previous content had‍​ vanished, completely stained⁠ red.

I turned to the⁠​​ next page. A number in red​‌ ink appeared.

[6:37]⁠

Had‍​ about six minutes⁠ passed since the‍‍ start?

If⁠ I opened my‍ eyes in the⁠⁠​ classroom at midnight,⁠‌ the current time‍‍ should be around​ 12:06 AM.

‘Only​‌⁠ six minutes have​ passed?’

Given​ how my body‍‍ felt, it seemed​‌ like I’d been‍‌‌ running from the‍‌ guard for five‌⁠‌ hours.

Now‌ that I thought​ about it, paused⁠ time didn’t count.‌‍

That⁠‍⁠ was why time‍‌ felt so slow,‌‍⁠ yet the constant​​‍ tension made it‌ feel eternal.

I dreaded the idea‍⁠ of being trapped⁠‌ forever in this⁠⁠ same stretch of‌⁠ time at school.‍

‘Get⁠⁠ the key and‌‌‌ get out already…’‌

I pushed aside those‌‌‌ dark thoughts and‍ pushed open the​​ teachers’ lounge door.‍⁠​

But‌ it didn’t open.‍‍

— Clack clack.

No⁠ matter how hard‍​​ I pushed, it‌ wouldn’t budge.

‘…What?’⁠⁠

I checked the handle‍⁠ urgently. There was‍​‍ a small note‌ on the knob:⁠‍

[Pull]⁠​

“Oh.”‍​​

— Creak.

I entered the teachers’​⁠ lounge, a bit⁠‍​ embarrassed.

‘This⁠‍​ is something you’d‌ only know if‍⁠ you came here⁠​‌ often…’

My​ school life was‌‌‍ far from that⁠⁠ of model students,⁠‍‌ who came and‍‌ went from the‌ teachers’ lounge regularly.​‍

I spent classes sleeping‍‍ soundly, so I barely knew the⁠ school layout.
Maybe that’s why‌​​ the teachers’ lounge‌ felt so foreign​‌ to me.

It‍ was much larger‍⁠ than I’d expected.‌⁠
A row of‌ desks with computers‌ stretched out neatly.‍‍​

If​‌‍ you only looked‌ at this room,‌‍ it seemed more‍⁠ like an office‌ than a school.​

The⁠⁠ atmosphere felt distinctly‌⁠ professional.
So different from​ the classrooms that​⁠‌ it felt suffocating.‍

I realized how the‍⁠​ same building could​ feel completely different​​‍ depending on the‌ environment.

As⁠ I scanned the‍ room, I noticed⁠​ a computer. Even‍ past midnight, the‍‌ monitor was still​⁠‍ on.

‘Did‌⁠ they forget to​ turn it off‌​​ when they left?’⁠⁠⁠

Curious,‌‍‍ I approached. And⁠⁠ then I couldn’t​‌ believe what I heard.

Tac‌‍ tac.

Click.‌

The‍⁠ sound of typing​‌‌ and mouse clicks⁠ alternated. It came⁠ directly from the‍​ computer.

But‌‌​ no one was⁠ sitting at the⁠‍‍ desk. The computer‌⁠ was typing by‌‍​ itself.

Tac‌​ tac tac tac.​⁠​ Tac tac.

A word processor was‍​​ open, and it‍‌​ typed away.

I spun around immediately.⁠⁠‌

Trying‌ to act natural,‌ I stepped away⁠ from the possessed‌‍‌ computer.

Whistling⁠‌⁠ nonchalantly, I walked‌‌‍ away.

Now⁠ I had another‌​‌ reason to find‌‌⁠ that key and‍‍‌ get out as​‌ fast as I could.

[It’s‍ a desk with​​ a computer. It’s‌⁠ cluttered with textbooks‍‍​ and handouts.]

[It’s⁠​⁠ a bookshelf as‌‌ tall as a person. It’s filled‌⁠ with textbooks neatly‍ organized by subject.]‍‍‍

[It’s⁠​ a printer. It​​ seems broken.]

I registered everything I could see.

I interacted with everything‌‌ I could.

Meanwhile,​‍ the computer continued⁠‌ typing enthusiastically.

‘Damn‍​ that noise.’

Tac‌ tac tac. Tac.⁠‌‌

Tac‍‌ tac tac tac.‍‍ Tac.

Did‍‌‍ they use a mechanical keyboard in​ an office? The​​‍ noise was drilling⁠⁠ into my ears.‌‍

I was about to​‍‌ smash that keyboard‌ to pieces… but⁠​ I didn’t know⁠​ what kind of⁠​‌ chaos that might‌​ trigger.

I forced myself to​‌ hold back. I had to find​ the key to​‌ get away from‍ that damned racket.​⁠​

I emptied drawers until‌ they were upside‌⁠ down.

I had already scanned‍‌⁠ nearly half the‍​⁠ teachers’ lounge, but⁠ found neither a key nor anything‍⁠⁠ useful.

This‍ time had to⁠⁠​ be different, I thought, and I turned to check‌⁠‌ the P.E. teacher’s‌⁠ desk.

‘Ugh.’‌

What‍ is this, a desk or a pigsty?

I frowned. Not only⁠‍ were there papers⁠ strewn everywhere, but​‍ garbage piled on⁠⁠‌ top.

Even‍​​ half-eaten food lay‌‍‍ around.

It​​​ looked like the‌ desk of someone⁠​‌ who’d never cleaned‌ a day in‍​​ their life.

‘Should‍ I just leave​​‌ it…?’

I had no desire​‌​ to sift through⁠ it. I was‌‌‌ already backing away​‌ when something glinted​ under the desk.‍‍

Looking⁠ closely, I saw‍​⁠ a box hidden‌‍‍ in the mess.‍‍

‘An‌ item?’

It‌‍ was so deeply‍‍⁠ buried I almost⁠ missed it.

I reached under the‌ desk and pulled⁠ out the box.‌​ I had to‍​‌ fight through piles​‌​ of paper and⁠⁠ trash to retrieve‍‍‍ it. It was​ agony.

What⁠ could be inside‌ that warrant hiding​​‍ it like this?‍‌

‘It⁠​ must be the‍‌ key, right?’

My‍⁠ expectations skyrocketed. I swallowed hard and⁠​ opened the box‍ carefully.

[You‍‍‌ have obtained a gym uniform.]

Huh?‌

A gym uniform? My‍‌⁠ brain stopped for⁠‌ a moment.

I thought maybe I had missed something,⁠‌‌ so I checked‌​ the box again.⁠⁠ But it was‌ empty.

Instead‍⁠‍ of a key,‍ there was just‌ a random gym‍​⁠ uniform.

Judging‌​ by the material​‍ and cut, it‌‍‌ was a completely‌‍ ordinary P.E. uniform.⁠

I had no idea‍ what it was‍‌⁠ for. Was it‌‍⁠ meant to make‌​ running more comfortable‌⁠ than the regular⁠‌‌ uniform?

It‌ felt too suspicious‍ to be a random detail inserted⁠ for me.

Had⁠‍‌ it even been‍‍‌ washed? I sniffed​ it cautiously.

It​⁠ carried a faint⁠​ odor of sweat.‌⁠‌ Clearly someone had‌‌ worn it.

Since‍‍⁠ it came from‍​‌ the teacher’s desk,⁠ I assumed it‍​‌ was his. And​‍‌ the thought of​‌ wearing it, knowing‍⁠⁠ it had touched‌ his skin, made‌‌ me nauseous.

But​‌‌ then again, it⁠‍⁠ was far too​⁠ small for him‌​ to wear.

So‍​ who did it‌⁠ belong to? I sniffed it again,​‌‌ trying to figure‍‍ it out.

It⁠ definitely wasn’t new.‌ And that sweaty⁠‍‌ smell wasn’t unpleasant…‌‌‌ in fact, it​‌⁠ was kind of⁠ fragrant.

It‌​ was a hard‌‍‍ scent to describe.‌

‘What‌​‌ if I open⁠ the item window?’‍

While​ sniffing the uniform,​‍ I opened its⁠‍ description.

[Gym⁠​‍ Uniform]

【A​ standard gym uniform.​ Girls’ size only.⁠⁠ Still retains a bit of its‌ scent.】

…Wait⁠⁠​ a second.

I instantly pulled the​‍ uniform away from‍ my face.

I stared at the⁠ description in disbelief.⁠

‘For​‌ girl?’

Now​‍⁠ that I looked‍‌​ closely, the size‌‍ was clearly feminine.‍​

And‌ it also had​‌‍ a name tag‍‌​ sewn onto the‍‌​ chest.

[Jin⁠ Dayeon]

…You​​ again.

A name so familiar‌​‌ it almost felt‌ close. The same⁠​ girl who had⁠‍ lent me her​ recorder in class.‌⁠

Turns⁠​‍ out the uniform​‍‍ I’d just been⁠‌ sniffing belonged to⁠‌ a classmate.

‘I‌ look like a total pervert.’

I just wanted to⁠ check if it​ was clean or‌‌‌ not. If I had known it​‌ was hers, I would’ve never sniffed⁠ it.

…Seriously.⁠⁠​

So​​ it wasn’t my⁠ fault.

If‍ you really think⁠‍ about it, Jin​ Dayeon was the‌ one at fault‍‌ for not taking⁠ better care of‌⁠​ her uniform.

‘But…​ why was her‌⁠ uniform in the‍​‍ teacher’s desk?’

I started thinking. And‌‍ suddenly felt a chill inside.

‘Shit…!’‍⁠

No​ wonder it had⁠​⁠ been hidden so⁠⁠ well. It hit⁠⁠ me like a hammer to the‍​⁠ head.

I immediately stashed the‍‍‍ uniform in my​⁠⁠ inventory.

It⁠‍‍ was to return​ it to Jin⁠‌ Dayeon.

There‍⁠ was no malicious⁠ intent behind it.‌

…Really.⁠​‌

Anyway,‍ that wrapped up⁠‍​ the desk search.‌‍​ I didn’t find‌‍‌ the key, but​‌ I did discover​​⁠ something I hadn’t​⁠ known.

I never would’ve imagined​​‌ the teacher was‍‍‌ that kind of‌ guy. Though honestly,‍‌ just from looking⁠​ at his face,‌ he already seemed​ the type.

I swore that if‌‍⁠ I managed to‌‍​ escape the school,⁠‌‍ I’d gather evidence‍​ and report him‌‌ immediately.

But​ still—where the hell⁠‍ was the key?‌

I’d​⁠‍ checked every teacher’s​⁠ desk and found​‌​ nothing. It must​ be somewhere else.‍

Oh⁠​‍ well. With a sigh of resignation,‍‍ I headed back⁠‌‍ toward the teachers’⁠ lounge entrance.

And‌​​ then, I spotted‍ a small locker‌‌‍ mounted next to‍⁠ the door.

Large​​ letters were printed​‍ across its surface.​⁠​

[Emergency‍ Spare Key Locker]⁠

“Ah.”​‍‍

There⁠ it was. The⁠‌⁠ key.

When​​ I came in,‍⁠⁠ the angle had​⁠⁠ hidden it completely,⁠​⁠ so I’d missed⁠​ it.

And‍⁠⁠ there I was,⁠⁠‌ clueless, wasting all‌‌‍ that effort searching.‌

I gave myself a knock on the‌‍ head. I’d almost⁠​ walked away empty-handed.‍​⁠

But⁠‌⁠ hey, at least​ I found it.⁠‌​ Relieved, I tried⁠​​ to open the‌​‍ key locker.

But‌​ it didn’t open.​‍‌

Of⁠‌⁠ course, it had‌​ a lock. One‌⁠‌ of those keypad-style​ ones where you​ have to enter​⁠​ a password.

Damn‍⁠ it.

Honestly,‍​​ I suspected as​​‌ much. In a horror RPG Maker⁠‍⁠ game full of⁠​ ridiculous stuff like‍‌ this, they weren’t‌‌ about to hand‌​ you a key‌ so easily.

Now​​⁠ what kind of⁠​ “creative and original”‍‌⁠ puzzle would they⁠‌⁠ throw at me⁠‌⁠ this time?

I was so excited⁠‌ I could die.‍‌‍

While‌ looking around for‌⁠⁠ something that might‍ offer a clue,‍‌‌ I found a small note just‍ under the locker.‌‌‌

[The​⁠⁠ password is on‍‍‍ the computer!]

On‍ the computer?

I turned my gaze.​‍

Tac‍‍ tac tac tac.⁠​⁠

Tac‌‍‌ tac.

Tac⁠‍​ tac tac tac.‌

That‍‍‍ same computer that‌​ had been typing​ on its own‍ was still going‌​ strong.

It‍ had to be‍⁠​ that one.

I really didn’t want​ to get close.‍⁠

But​ if I wanted​⁠‌ the password, I had no choice.‌​

Reluctantly,​ I walked toward⁠‌​ it.

Tac‌‌ tac tac tac.‍⁠

Tac⁠ tac.

Tac‍ tac tac tac.​⁠

The⁠⁠ closer I got,‌ the louder the​‍​ typing seemed. At⁠ this rate, I was going to‍‍​ lose my mind.⁠​‌

The‌ note said the⁠⁠ password was on‍‌⁠ the computer. I didn’t know exactly​‍ where, but I had a hunch‌ it was tied‍‍‍ to what was‍‌ being typed.

Should‌ I check the⁠‍⁠ monitor?

I’d‍​‌ been wondering what⁠​⁠ the hell it‍ had been typing​‌ so fervently ever​ since I got⁠ in here.

If​ it turned out‍‍‌ to be the​‌ password for the‍‍ locker, that would‌ be perfect.

‘I’ll‍ just take a quick peek and‍‌ get out.’

I snuck up behind‍ it and looked‌ at the screen.⁠‌​

The‍⁠ word processor was‌​⁠ filled with a single repeated sentence.‍⁠ I carefully read​​ the first line.‍

[If⁠‍ all he does​​ is hide and⁠ run, Lee Hyun‌⁠ will die.]

That⁠‍⁠ was my name.‌⁠ I read the‌‍ next line.

[If⁠​ all he does⁠‍ is hide and​ run, Lee Hyun​‌​ will die.]

And⁠‍‍ the next.

[If⁠⁠‌ all he does‍ is hide and‌ run, Lee Hyun⁠ will die.]

And‌ another.

[If⁠​‍ all he does‌ is hide and⁠ run, Lee Hyun⁠‍ will die.]

It‍ was the same⁠ thing over and​‍‍ over.

[If⁠ all he does‍‍ is hide and‍‍‌ run, Lee Hyun‌ will die.]

[If​ all he does⁠​​ is hide and‌ run, Lee Hyun⁠​⁠ will die.]

[If⁠ all he does‌ is hide and⁠‌‌ run, Lee Hyun​​ will die.]

[If‍ all he does‍​ is hide and‍‍ run, Lee Hyun⁠‍ will die.]

[If⁠‌‍ all he does‍‍ is hide and‍​ run, Lee Hyun​ will die.]

[If‍ all he does‍⁠⁠ is hide and​​ run, Lee Hyun‌​ will die.]

Crack​​⁠

[You​ have died.]

[Restarting‌ from the last⁠ save point.]

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