Capítulo 51: C51: You jerk, shut up!
[Continued from the last chapter...]
Looking at the bright corridor, I took a long breath.
Finally, a place of relief and respite. There is no way any danger would be here in such a bright place right?
Compared with a dark scene before, this bright setting is much more comfortable.
Thinking this, I manipulated the protagonist to walk forward. Just as the protagonist was about to pass through a small gap, a low voice came from the earphone.
"Little!"
The game's screen shook violently. As I sat in the chair, just like before, the protagonist and I almost shouted in panic at the precise moment, perfectly in sync with each other...
Along the way, I had to repeat the masking operation. If I didn't have a thick skin, I would have been tempted to run away.
Through the gaps of my fingers, I saw on the screen a sturdy man covered in blood, with a huge body and a hideous face, right behind the protagonist.
Then he threw the protagonist from the second floor.
The protagonist was hurled down, and the screen became clear from the darkness.
At this time, a priest-like NPC walked toward the character and spoke something unknown.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Ah... the signs, they're clear now. The merciful God has sent you, a messenger cloaked in flesh, to bear witness. You do not yet see, but you are chosen... called, though not by name, but by purpose." the priest replied.
I didn't understand what this dialogue meant. After a while, the protagonist struggled to stand up, and a new mission prompt appeared.
Open the door.
Enter the security room,
Escape from the mental hospital,
"Fuck you, engage in such a sudden attack!" I hurled, as I made a fierce expression, toward the stream.
Looking at the mission prompt, and then the camera with one battery left, I felt a little uneasy.
There was no sense of security at all.
If I encountered that fiend later, what would I do?
But fortunately, I had panicked just now, and I felt it might be better to meet that fiend.
Because, unlike the traditional grimacing female face, the fiend still looked more human-like, albeit a bit fiercer but friendly...
Don't question my aesthetics.
"What are these people doing here?"
It won't take long for these people to turn into monsters. Right?
In the hall, I finally saw other characters, but they sat there with blank expressions.
I manipulated the protagonist to approach cautiously, but these people and the mentally ill patients in wheelchairs turned a blind eye.
It was as if they hadn't seen him at all.
I searched all over the place and found some batteries.
"This kind of... this kind of horror game is creating a scary atmosphere, but there is nothing!"
I tried to use language to describe my psychological pressure.
But just as I passed by the mentally ill patient in a wheelchair, the music in the earphones suddenly became exciting and infiltrating, and at the same time, the protagonist in the game let out a scream.
Because the mentally ill man in the wheelchair rushed towards me all at once, his hideous appearance filled my entire computer screen.
In reality, I was so frightened that I threw the mouse across the room.
"They are all chicken! They are all chicken! I will never go to KFC..."
Paralyzed in my chair, I covered my face with my hands, muttering my mantra.
At that moment, a creaking sound suddenly echoed, and the door of my room slowly pushed open.
"A chicken? Who! Who!" Like a startled bird, I shook my feathers and looked toward the door.
"Who is it? I shouted
Me!
Brother Sun, I asked.
You're in a mess! The air conditioner is running so low? Eh... What are you doing?" It was Brother Huang voice. My Messiah has finally arrived.
Behind the door stood a middle-aged man with a wide body and a fat face, his neck barely visible above it. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looked at me, his expression a mix of surprise and concern.
"Brother Huang! You're finally back!" I exclaimed, relief flooding through me as I recognized his familiar face.
After a glance at the secondary screen of the live broadcast and the main screen of the game, Huang Donglai understood what had happened.
"Brother Sun, are you playing a horror game? You look terrible!" he remarked, smacking his lips, trying to stifle his laughter.
"Don't talk about it, Brother Huang, just come here and sit." I felt like I had my great wall with me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I picked up the thrown mouse and adjusted the camera.
"Brothers, Brother Huang has arrived; let's move on," I replied toward the stream.
After speaking, I put the headset back on, and with my good brother sitting next to me, I felt a surge of confidence growing in my heart.
I turned my gaze back to the game.
At this point, I was empty-handed and had nothing but a broken camera. I couldn't help but long for some of the horror games with guns to fight zombies that I had played before. If only I had a weapon in hand; it wouldn't have felt so panic-inducing.
"Finally found it."
In reality, when I am not alone, I feel that the thing called courage has come back.
I stumbled and dodged the mental patient on the left, finally arriving at the security room safely.
After entering the security room and triggering the plot, I glanced at the screen next to me, then put on my hat again.
"Why are you wearing a hat, Brother Sun?" Huang Donglai, who was next to me, asked curiously.
"It says high energy ahead," I replied cryptically after glancing at the barrage.
"Oh, how can a horror game have so much energy in such a bright situation? Are you afraid," Huang Donglai laughed while snickering.
The moment his voice fell, I saw the picture of the previous priest in the lower right corner of the game monitor. After looking at the camera, the priest immediately pulled some fuse switch. In an instant, the whole picture went pitch black, and the power was cut off!
"What a chicken!" I exclaimed, startled by the sudden power outage.
"Aiya, Brother Sun, don't get excited. There is nothing to be afraid of?" Huang Donglai teased.
At that moment, someone hammered on the door of the security room. A violent crash sounded! Crash.
'Boom! 'Boom! 'Boom!'
The sound on the door felt like it was hitting my heart.
"You're the chicken! Huang Donglai, shut up!" I shouted in a trembling voice. Then I noticed the barrage in the live broadcast room and saw the prompts that appeared in the game.
Some sharp viewers noticed a cabinet.
"Cabinet, yes! Yes! I can hide in there!" I thought, hurriedly moving to the cabinet and pressing the interactive button.
'Boom! '
Just as I entered the cabinet, I heard a loud knocking on the door, and the terrifying fiend from before broke in.
He looked around the room, I was hiding in the cabinet, only able to hear the sound of my rapid heartbeat.
Through the gap in the cabinet, a light was flickering, and I saw Fiend's terrifying face. I pulled back and closed my eyes.
One second, two second, three second...
"Brother Sun, Brother Sun, what are you still doing hiding in the cabinet? He is gone; it won't be coming back," Huang Donglai said, glancing at the barrage in the live broadcast room and noticing I was still hiding like a turtle.
"You jerk, shut up! I know!" I snapped back.
Taking a deep breath, I finally came out of the cabinet.
"Oh, Brother Sun, don't get excited. I told you this horror game is a loop. Now it's a scary scene, but it will be simpler next time," Huang Donglai assured me.
"Don't lie to me, Brother Huang," I said suspiciously.
"Oh, when did I lie to you? You can believe me! The following content will not be terrifying!" Huang Donglai insisted.
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If you are confused then,
The phrase "A horse is a chicken, a horse is a chicken, there is nothing to be afraid of!" might sound nonsensical at first, but it can be interpreted as a mental technique for reducing fear or anxiety by reframing or minimizing a threatening situation. In this case, by telling yourself that "a horse is a chicken" (implying that something big and potentially intimidating is small and harmless), you trick your mind into feeling less scared.
This kind of self-talk is similar to cognitive behavioral techniques used to manage fear or anxiety.
Courtesy - ChatGPT
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