Indra Translations
Navigation
Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 7: Portrait

Chapter 7: Portrait

[6:37]​⁠

When⁠ I came to,‌​⁠ I was at​‌ the entrance of⁠​​ the teachers’ lounge.⁠

There⁠‌ was the wall‌ I had rubbed⁠​ to wipe off‌​​ the ink.

I was back. Right‌‍ before entering the‌‌ teachers’ lounge.

‘I‌‌⁠ knew it…’

My​⁠‌ legs gave out,⁠​‍ and I collapsed​‌ to the floor.⁠​‍

Good‌⁠ thing I’d written‍ in the diary.⁠​‌ I was this⁠‌⁠ close to having⁠‌ to start over​​ from the beginning.⁠​

Relief​ washed over me​ knowing I wouldn’t⁠‍ have to face​ the guard again.‍‍ But at the⁠ same time, I couldn’t understand why‍ I had died.​⁠

All‍⁠ I did was‍ look at the⁠ monitor, and suddenly‍‍ I lost consciousness​ and died. So,​ was the computer⁠​ not the key?‌‍

I went back into‍⁠ the teachers’ lounge.​ The annoying typing⁠‌‌ pounded in my⁠​‌ ears.

Tap‌⁠⁠ tap! Tap tap​‍ tap tap!

Tap​‌‌ tap! Tap tap‍ tap tap!

Ignoring⁠ the noise, I checked the key‍​ locker.

Had​​⁠ I overlooked something?‌ I examined it​‍ carefully.

[Emergency⁠‌ Key Locker]

There‌ didn’t seem to⁠​⁠ be any useful​​ clues. The same‍​‍ note from before⁠‌ was still stuck​​ to it.

[The‍ password is on‌‌ the computer!]

‘Yeah,‍ right.’

Tap‌​ tap tap tap!​‍ Tap tap!

Tap​‍⁠ tap tap tap!‌ Tap tap!

The‍​ computer kept making⁠​ noise on its‌⁠‌ own. And if​ I looked at‌‍ the monitor, I died.

It‍ made no sense.‌​‍ Was it cursed⁠ or something?

I approached it carefully.‌⁠​ I turned my‍⁠ gaze away to⁠ avoid accidentally seeing‍‌ the screen.

Flash.‍‌‌

I quickly reached out‍​⁠ and turned off‌‍ the monitor. The​‍‍ brightly lit screen​‌‍ went dark.

But‌⁠​ the keyboard and​​​ mouse kept moving‍ on their own.​‍‌ At least now‌ it wouldn’t kill⁠‌ me.

A little calmer, I started searching the‌​​ area near the‍⁠ computer.

[The⁠‍⁠ drawer is full‍ of documents.]

[Textbooks​‌ organized by subject.]‌​‌

[Timetable‍⁠ sorted by classes.]‌⁠

I checked everything I could. But I didn’t find any⁠ items.

Only‍ one thing remained:⁠⁠​ the computer.

‘Is​‌‌ it really here?’‌‌​

I crawled under the‍⁠ desk to inspect‍​ the CPU tower.⁠⁠

The​​‌ internal fan was⁠ still humming. Maybe​⁠⁠ restarting it would⁠⁠‌ work?

I followed the cords‌ connected to the⁠​⁠ computer.

I found the plug​ attached to a power strip, and‌ just as I was about to​‍ unplug it to‍‌ cut the power,‍​⁠ my hand stopped.⁠⁠

The⁠‍ power strip wasn’t‍⁠‍ lit. The power‌‍⁠ button was set‍​​ to OFF.

‘It’s‍​‌ off.’

Then‌‌ how was the⁠ computer still running?​

Brrrrrrrr.​

The​​ fan was still‍‍ spinning. No doubt​​ the computer was⁠⁠ on.

I was stunned. I pulled the plug‌‍​ from the power‌​‍ strip. But the‍‍ computer stayed on.‌

Then⁠‌‍ I disconnected the​ monitor cable, the​​ keyboard, and the‍ mouse. And still—‍⁠‍

Tap‍‍ tap tap tap!‌​ Tap tap!

Tap​ tap tap tap!‌‍ Tap tap!

The​ keyboard and mouse‌ kept moving. The‌ monitor’s power button‌‍‍ was still active.‍

‘This​ is weird.’

I lifted the keyboard‌‍ to inspect it.​‍‌ The keys were‍​ pressing themselves, typing.‍⁠‌ Same with the‌⁠ mouse and the​‍ monitor.

None⁠ of them were⁠‌ connected, yet they​ were all functioning‍⁠ on their own.⁠​​ Still no clue‌‌ about the password.‌⁠​

Wasn’t‍‍ it supposed to​‍‍ be on the⁠ computer?

I was starting to​​⁠ think the note⁠‌ was wrong.

‘Am​ I missing something?’‍⁠‌

Tap⁠⁠⁠ tap tap tap!‌‍‌ Tap tap!

Tap⁠‍ tap tap tap!⁠ Tap tap!

‘But​‍‌ I already checked‌⁠ everything…’

Tap‌⁠‍ tap tap tap!⁠‌ Tap tap!

Tap⁠‍ tap tap tap!‍‌ Tap tap!

‘Could​‌ the clue be‍ hidden in the⁠ gym uniform…?’

Tap‍​⁠ tap tap tap!​⁠‌ Tap tap!

Tap‍⁠ tap tap tap!‍‌‍ Tap tap!

Damn,‌‌ this is unbearable.‍‌

My​⁠ patience was at​⁠ its limit. I was about to​​⁠ smash the keyboard‍‍ against the floor.​‍‍

Then‌⁠ the guard’s face⁠‌​ flashed in my​​ mind.

‘Calm‍​‌ down… calm down…’⁠

I let go of‌⁠ the keyboard. The⁠ memory of the‌‍⁠ guard chilled me​‌⁠ more than expected.​⁠

Tap‌‌ tap tap tap!⁠⁠ Tap tap!

Tap‍ tap tap tap!‍ Tap tap!

The⁠​ typing continued. I wanted to silence‍ that hellish noise.‍‌

I looked for a less destructive way‌ to shut it⁠ up. What if‍‍⁠ I removed the‍⁠​ keys?

I began brainstorming ways⁠​ to get rid​ of the keyboard‌ without the guard​ noticing.

Tap‌⁠‍ tap tap tap!​ Tap tap!

Tap‍ tap tap tap!⁠ Tap tap!

The‍​‌ typing wouldn’t stop,‍ like an endless‍‍ loop.

‘Wait…‍⁠ repetition?’

Suddenly,⁠​ I had a déjà vu. I sharpened my ears‌ toward the keyboard⁠ sounds.

Tap⁠​​ tap tap tap!‍ Tap tap! Tap​‍‌ tap tap tap!⁠ Tap tap! Tap‌​‍ tap tap tap!‌‌ Tap tap!

Tap‌​‌ tap tap tap!‍‌​ Tap tap!

Tap‍ tap tap tap!⁠⁠​ Tap tap!

It⁠‍‍ was an auditory‌‌ torture worthy of​‌ a mechanical keyboard.‌‌ I fought the‌ urge to rip‍ off the keys‌ and focused on​​‌ the sound.

Tap‌⁠‌ tap tap tap!‍‌‌ Tap tap! Tap⁠​​ tap tap tap!‌​‌ Tap

tap!‍‌‍ Tap tap tap‍‍‍ tap! Tap tap!‍‌‌ Tap tap tap​‍⁠ tap!

Tap​⁠ tap! Tap tap‍‍⁠ tap tap! Tap‍​⁠ tap!

‘What​ is this?’

The‌​‌ sound formed a strange rhythm. Until​​‌ now, I had​‍ ignored it, but​​ it was repeating​ a specific pattern.​‍

“…!”⁠‌

I classified the order⁠‍ according to the‌⁠‍ sound’s intensity.

Tap‌‍ tap!

Tap!​​

Tap⁠‌ tap tap tap!‌⁠‌

Tap!‌

That​‌ was the pattern.‌ It seemed to‌ suggest something, like⁠‍ Morse code or⁠ a key.

‘Wait…⁠ a code?’

A crazy idea hit⁠​​ me. I rushed⁠‌ to the key‍‌​ locker and checked​ the lock.

[Enter⁠‌‍ password]

[0000]​​

…A⁠‍ 4-digit code. I recalled the keyboard​ sounds.

Tap​⁠ tap! → sounded‌‌‌ 2 times = 2

Tap!​​‌ → once = 1

Tap​ tap tap tap!‍‌​ → 4 times‍ = 4

Tap!‌ → once = 1

So‍​ the password would‌ be 2141.

‘Nah,⁠ they wouldn’t make‌ it that simple…’‍‌

Doubtful,‍‌ I turned the‌​ dial and entered‍​ the combination.

[2141]‍‌

Click.​​

…The⁠​ padlock clicked open.⁠

I couldn’t believe it.​⁠‍ Turned out the⁠‍​ keyboard sounds had‍‌‌ been the answer.‍

‘Was‌‍ it really just⁠‌‌ that…?’

More​‍ than joy, I felt empty. If‍ I had known,⁠⁠⁠ I wouldn’t have‍‌ racked my brain‌​‍ so much.

I saw a note⁠⁠ under the locker.​​‍

[The​‍‌ password is on​‌ the computer!]

Couldn’t‍‍ they have explained‌‌ it better? Instead‌ of beating around​⁠‌ the bush and‍ confusing everything, they⁠‍‌ could’ve just said‍ it plainly.

My‍‍‍ blood boiled. I hoped it hadn’t⁠ all been for‌⁠‍ nothing.

I braced myself and‌ opened the locker.⁠​

Creak.⁠‍⁠

No​ basement key. Just​⁠ another key.

[You’ve‍‌⁠ obtained the Art​​​ Room Key.]

The‌⁠‍ art room now?​⁠‍

Getting⁠⁠‍ farther and farther…‍​ At this rate,‌‍ I’m going to​⁠‌ walk through the‍‌‌ entire building.

‘Well,‌​⁠ here we go.’‍

Before‍‍ leaving, I picked‌⁠⁠ up the gym‍​‍ uniform I’d found‍‍‍ earlier. No bad⁠​ intentions, obviously. Besides,​​ it was a girl’s, didn’t even⁠ fit me. I kept it in⁠⁠ case it was‌‌ a clue… or‍ to return it.⁠​

I left the office.‌

The​⁠‌ next destination was‍⁠⁠ the art room.​​​

‘Hopefully‌​ this time there’s‍⁠​ a real clue.’​

I didn’t want to‍⁠ spend another second‌ in this cursed‍ school.

‘I⁠ want to see​​⁠ someone…’

I was physically and⁠ mentally exhausted. Even⁠⁠‌ though I’d always​ been a loner,⁠⁠ today I was⁠ dying to talk‍‌‌ to another human⁠ being.

But⁠‌ here, there was‌‌ only a guard​​​ who danced popping‌ and a sentient‍ computer.

If⁠‍⁠ I stayed any⁠‍‌ longer, I’d go​‍ insane.

I forced myself to​​⁠ keep moving.

‘Where​ was the art‍⁠‍ room again…?’

I remembered it was‌ on the fourth‍⁠​ floor. As I headed to the‍‌‍ stairs, passing through⁠ the main hall…‌​⁠

Tap⁠⁠ tap tap tap‍⁠ tap.

Familiar⁠⁠‍ footsteps.

A chill ran down​‌ my spine.

I turned around.

Just‌‌ as I feared…⁠‍ it was the​‌ guard.

Running‍‌‍ with his arms‍⁠​ wide open like​ he wanted to⁠ hug me.

“Damn​ it, seriously…”

I bolted straight for​‌‍ the janitor’s closet.​⁠

***‌​

After⁠ an intimate date‌⁠ with the guard.​

‘Is​ it here?’

I finally reached the‍ fourth floor of‍ the main building.​

Thankfully,‍ the guard wasn’t⁠​‍ in sight. If​​⁠ he’d followed me‌⁠ here, it would’ve‌ been harassment.

I walked down the⁠ hallway connecting to‍​​ the stairs and‌‌ found the classroom‌​​ sign.

[Art‌​ Room]

‘This‍ is it.’

As⁠ expected, the door‍‍ was locked. I took out the​‍ key I’d gotten⁠ from the office.‌‌⁠

[You’ve‍ used the Art‍⁠ Room Key.]

Click.​⁠

The⁠ door opened. I was worried something‌⁠​ might jump out⁠⁠ like in the​‍​ hall earlier, so⁠⁠⁠ I entered cautiously.‌

A strong smell of‌ paint stung my‌ nose.

I held my breath⁠‍‍ and looked around​‍ the room.

‘Now​ that I see⁠‍ it, it’s huge.’​​

Before,‌ packed with 20⁠ or 30 students,​‌‌ it hadn’t seemed⁠‌⁠ so spacious. But‌⁠ now it looked⁠‍⁠ at least twice‌‍‍ the size of⁠​ a normal classroom.⁠

I started carefully inspecting‍ the room.

First,‍ I checked the⁠‍​ tables.

[Paint‌‌ palettes and materials‍ are scattered in​‍ complete disarray.]

[A‍​ water container used‍‍ for cleaning brushes.​ Its color is‍‍​ blood red.]

[A‍‌ plaster bust the​‍⁠ size of a human head. It’s​​ heavy and doesn’t​‌ move.]

Nothing⁠‍ useful, it seemed.​​ Then I looked‌ at the wall.⁠⁠‌

One‍⁠‍ side of the‌​‌ room had several‌ paintings on display.‍⁠​

I approached, and descriptions‍‍‌ started popping up.‌‍

[Michelangelo​‍‌ – The Creation​⁠ of Adam]

[Leonardo⁠ da Vinci – Mona Lisa]

[Vincent⁠‍​ van Gogh – Sunflowers]

There⁠⁠‍ were well-known masterpieces,‌ but also rough,⁠ clumsy works that‌​ looked like they⁠ were made by​‌ the art club‍ students.

One‍‌‍ in particular caught‍​ my eye — a portrait of⁠ a student.

She⁠​ wore the school‌‌ uniform properly, like‌⁠ she belonged to‌⁠⁠ this very school.​⁠‌

Black⁠‌ hair with a slight blue sheen​​‌ and pale skin.⁠‌ Her expression, tinged‌⁠ with disdain, had‍‌​ a mysterious air.⁠​⁠

She‌‍ had feline features‌‌​ and sharp eyes​ that unintentionally drew​‍​ me in.

The‍‌‍ more I looked,​ the more I felt like she​ was staring directly‍‍ at me.

‘Wow,⁠ it looks like⁠‍‍ a photo, not​ a painting.’

The​​ detail in each⁠‍​ strand of hair​‌ was so precise‌ it left me​‌‌ speechless. I wondered‍‍​ who could’ve created⁠ such a hyperrealistic‌ portrait.

But​​⁠ unlike the other‌ paintings, this one‌‍ had no description.⁠

I tried several times,⁠‍​ but it wouldn’t‌⁠ respond.

This⁠​‌ painting didn’t interact‌‌ with the system.⁠‌

‘What’s​ going on with​‍ this?’

I thought maybe the‍ system had glitched,⁠ but the other​ paintings were fine.‍ The issue seemed⁠‍⁠ limited to this‍​⁠ portrait.

A bug?

I looked at the​‍​ other paintings briefly,‍ then turned back‌​​ to the portrait…⁠

But⁠ it was gone.⁠

‘Huh?’⁠

I couldn’t believe it.​​​ The student’s portrait⁠ had completely vanished.​⁠

Thinking‌‍‌ I might’ve looked⁠⁠​ in the wrong⁠ place, I searched‌‌‍ the entire wall.​

Among‌ the rows of​ paintings, only one‍⁠‍ space was empty.‍

That‍​ was exactly where⁠ the portrait had​ been.

No​ doubt about it.‍‍‍ The place where⁠‍⁠ the painting had‍‌ hung was now⁠‍​ bare.

‘No‌⁠⁠ way, there was‍ definitely a painting​ here.’

The⁠⁠ most disturbing part‌‍‍ was that the‍ gap now looked​‍ directly out into⁠‌ the hallway.

I moved closer, and⁠‌ a description appeared:‍⁠​

[It’s‍​‍ a regular window.⁠​ You feel like​ someone passed by‍​ on the other‌⁠ side.]

‘…A‍​ window?’

No‍⁠ matter how I looked, it was‍ just a normal⁠‌ window.

So‍‌ there was only⁠ one explanation.

‘No‍‌⁠ way…’

I felt my heart⁠​‍ sink.

A cold sweat ran‍‌ down my back.​‌​

‘…I’m‌⁠‌ not alone in​‍ this school.’

What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.