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MintChocoMalaTanghulu: The gallery admin is definitely a busty mentally unstable girl who writes professionally.
└ ThreeThreeDrot: How did you reach that conclusion?
└ MintChocoMalaTanghulu: Unless he has a massive writing pouch, there’s no way he could create a work of art like this lol.
└ CashewsNuts: Agreed.
└ CheekChompChomp: Agreed.
└ ThreeThreeDrot: What the hell are you idiots agreeing with?
Archivera: The comments above are a little fucked up, but this really is scary as hell……
└ FanFlavoredCookie: For real. My pubes stood on end, and I pissed my pants for the first time.
└ SoftBeanRiceCake: I shit myself too.
└ ThreeThreeDrot: Ah, fuck, I didn’t need to know that lmao.
ThisGhostIsMe: I
agReE.
└ PowerLink: Is your keyboard broken?
└ ThisGhostIsMe: I
shIt mYseLf tOo.
└ PleaseGoAway: Apparently this person has passed away..
└ SoftBeanRiceCake: Makes sense. Fecal poisoning can kill you.
└ PowerLink: You’re the one who pissed yourself, you psycho lol.
"Well, that sure toughened up my pride."
The Ghost Story Minor Gallery.
Goeiri for short, it was my entire life.
I’d poured half my life into this place.
The orange badge I’d picked up along the way was just a bonus.
Seriously…… I owed this place a fucking lot.
"Thanks to you guys, at least my end won’t be lonely."
I put down my phone and climbed onto the chair.
I’d finished formatting my computer.
I’d tied the rope tight.
And family to contact…… I never had any in the first place.
Good.
Now, let’s die.
"What a fucking life. I’ve got a whole lot of regrets and unfinished business."
Life was hard by nature.
For me, for you,
and for Mr. Kim, the loan shark next door.
But even if it was hard, there ought to be a limit.
Even Sisyphus, rolling his boulder up that mountain, would click his tongue if he saw me.
"Ponos’s number one most unfortunate man……"
A guy abandoned the moment he was born and sent to an orphanage.
A guy who survived on moldy bread because even that orphanage was a shithole.
A guy who finally escaped, only to wind up with a billion won in debt.
Every one of those sentences described me.
Seeing them all together really was a sight. They say being able to increase your debt is a skill too, so how the hell had mine grown that much?
"How else? It grew because of Mr. Kim next door."
But this goddamn streak of bad luck ended today.
Because today, I would leave this world.
Squeeze.
"Please. Let it be over in an instant."
I tightened the rope once more.
Then I climbed onto the chair, put the noose around my neck, and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Please let me be reborn as the son of a third-generation chaebol heir in my next life."
After leaving behind that brief, not-quite-last testament,
Kick!
I kicked away the chair and threw myself into the air.
…
……This is taking kind of long. Is this what they call your life flashing before your eyes?
Contrary to what I’d expected,
I didn’t feel any pain right away.
I just… just felt comfortable.
Like I was sprawled out on a bed with my limbs spread wide.
If I’m going to die, just hurry up and die. This is fucking terrifying.
Honestly, I was pretty scared.
It felt like being stuck on the most thrilling part of a roller coaster over and over again.
Knowing death was certain while the clock dragged on wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling.
Ah, fuck. I’m too scared to wait any longer.
In the end, my patience ran out.
Suppressing my fear, I decided to open my eyes.
What I saw when I lifted my eyelids was—
"……What?"
One of the most famous modern creepypastas.
The Backrooms.
**
[Info] Hey, ghost-story geezers, welcome the newbie~
Author: EightSpiderLegs
(Gallery Users: 9,105 - One Day Ago)
(Gallery Users: 9,106 - One Second Ago)
It’s been a while since we got a newbie, everyone~
You’d better have your welcoming greetings ready in advance, okay?
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LookAtMyEyes: Holy fuck, finally!!!! How long has it been?
└ FairPrice: For real. Feels like it’s been three years.
└ AshesMimic: Three years in your timeline? It’s been around ten years here lol.
└ CleanlinessKing: Either way, we’ve all been waiting a damn long time.
MadamRabbit: I hope this one’s at least a little cute, hehe.
└ YoungIsBest: Hey, lady, don’t go trying to hit on our newbie.
└ MadamRabbit: Where do you live?
ElectricalEngineeringNeeded: I hope this newbie lasts a little longer.
**
I knew ghost stories well.
If I hadn’t been an unregistered birth and had needed to enlist in the military,
I could have recited a hundred existing ghost stories and gotten exempted.
"Though I made around fifty of them myself."
And I, of all people, could say this for certain.
This place was a textbook insane-situation-consecutive-occurrence simulation.
"Of all the ghost stories, why did it have to be this one……"
I rubbed my dry face and looked at reality.
What filled my vision wasn’t my familiar room,
but an endless parade of ocher-colored walls.
There was no point denying reality.
This was the Backrooms.
A deadly game of tag played with monsters.
"Ha…… This is grim. I guess I need to find some way out."
I began walking forward without any particular plan.
In a situation like this, panicking because you were screwed made you an amateur.
You’d become a creature’s meal in no time.
I’d tried to kill myself because I wanted to die painlessly. Getting torn apart by a monster was a hard pass.
After walking for who knew how long, wiping away the cold sweat streaming down my face,
"What’s that? Paper?"
I found a sheet of paper on the floor.
One that was now drenched here and there in blood.
Rustle.
"Ugh, this looks like actual blood."
I picked it up by the cleanest edge I could find and read what it said.
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[Provisional Ghost Story Name: Void Exploration Report]
Type: Location-based
Danger Level: Omen-Class, Disaster-Class+
Number of Survivors: 0
Reason for Failure: The ghost story possesses a will of its own.
Miscellaneous: Of the 13 explorers, 12 are dead.
The return device has been destroyed.
One person chose ■■■■ after writing this report.
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"Huh. What the……"
I felt like I’d been saying that a lot today.
But apparently, I was completely fucked.
That was the conclusion I reached without much thought.
It was obvious I was screwed, so what was there to think about?
Thud.
"Disaster-Class? Twelve people died? Why did they drag me to a place like this?"
I lay flat on the floor and covered my face with my hand.
The thought of being torn apart by an anomaly already made everything go dark before my eyes.
Not metaphorically. I just couldn’t see because my hand was covering my face.
Just as my heart began to hurt from the mounting terror—
Ding! A new post has been uploaded!
"Huh? A status window?"
A familiar mechanical voice rang out from somewhere.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a status window.
It was the alert from the phone in my pocket.
"Damn it. I thought I might have found a way to live. What a letdown……"
Wait.
Wasn’t this better than a status window?
I pulled my phone from my waistband.
I pressed the power button, intending to call emergency services, but—
[Welcome to the Ghost Story Minor Gallery!]
"Huh? Goeiri?"
What greeted me wasn’t my wallpaper of some female subculture character,
but a gallery I knew all too well.
The Ghost Story Minor Gallery.
DamMari for short.
Tap, tap.
"……What’s wrong with this thing? Go back, damn it!"
No matter how frantically I hit the home button, the screen remained unchanged.
Back, background—none of it responded.
"Ha, this is driving me insane. If it was going to be like this, it shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up in the first place."
I took back what I said about it being better than a status window.
What was I supposed to do with a phone that couldn’t even contact anyone?
I got up from the floor and sat upright.
Couldn’t be helped. Before I died, I might as well enjoy browsing the gallery to my heart’s content.
Holding the phone in both hands, I began typing with familiar motions.
"Huh? Was I logged into a burner account?"
In the middle of showing off my writing skills, something strange caught my eye.
In the author field, there was some random floating nickname instead of my orange badge.
It was truly bizarre. I only used burner accounts to troll once a month……
"Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter."
Maybe I’d have some fun roleplaying for the first time in a while.
After revising the post a little to fit the newbie initiation, I finished it and uploaded it.
[Chat] Let me introduce myself as the newbie
Author: Anonymous (999.1)
Ack!
New recruit!! Kim! Goe! Bung!
May I receive permission to ask whether it would be disrespectful to seek confirmation of the question of whether I may ask permission to greet my seniors!?
I will proceed on the assumption that permission has been granted!!
I intend to reside in the Ghost Story Gallery for one week!!
Please do not turn me into Marine Corps boiled pork!!
Loyalty!!
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"Phew, that’s not bad."
I wiped the sweat that had risen to my forehead with my sleeve.
The nested interrogative was a time-honored tradition of newbie greetings.
With this much spirit, no one would accuse me of lacking discipline.
Bzzz! Bzzzzz!!
The instant I uploaded the post, my phone began vibrating like mad.
Of course, welcoming newcomers was the proper code of the martial world.
Now then, time to enjoy the spirited Marine Corps cheers……
[Total Comments - 15]
EightSpiderLegs: What the fuck is this thing???? Its floating nickname starts with 999?????
└ ProtectJustice: I thought I was seeing things for a second lol.
└ CleanlinessKing: Isn’t even the gallery admin only in the 600s?
└ BeQuiet: Nah, I heard he hit 670 today.
└ CleanlinessKing: Then what the hell is this bastard?
└ BeQuiet: How the fuck would I know, idiot?
└ FenceLover: A nuke just got dropped on the gallery.
PureCombatManiac: No, and its first digit is a 1 too.. Doesn’t that mean that insane monster is humanoid?
└ FairPrice: Holy shit, that’s cool as fuck.
└ MidnightBus: It probably looks perfectly normal, then makes your brain explode with a single gesture.
└ AnswerThePhone: This is what an apex predator looks like lol.
└ AshesMimic: For real, my nonexistent balls are shaking.
Anonymous (13.4):
WhAtIsIt?WhAtIsIt?WhAtIsIt?
└ Anonymous (32.4):
RunRunRunRunRunRunRun
└ Elevator: Even those guys are scared lmao.
└ ElectricalEngineeringNeeded: Of course they are. Even if they’re dumb as rocks, they must have instincts.
└ UntilSatisfied: A newbie who teaches fear even to brainless anomalies. Simply the GOAT.
"What the hell are they even talking about?"
The first digit? Humanoid?
……What was that supposed to mean?
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