Spider-Man: Horror games dev

Looking at Flash Thompson's motionless body, the guy who always bullied me, both Harry and I were terrified.

"...Hey, Peter, we need to call the police right now."

I didn't object because I definitely didn't want to be involved in this at all.

Harry picked up his phone but froze.

"...Peter."

"?"

"My phone... there's no signal."

"?!"

No signal?? But we're in the city??

A bad feeling surged within me. I looked toward the storage shed for tools.

Though it was quite dark inside, if you looked closely, you'd notice something unusual in there.

I was about to step forward, but Harry stopped me.

"Peter, we need to get out of here and tell a teacher!"

But I didn't listen and approached the shed.

At that moment, I stepped on something.

I looked down and realized beneath my foot was a pitch-black liquid.

"..." I scanned the room; the entire place was covered in that strange liquid.

It was odorless, and I was certain it had nothing to do with chemicals.

So, I turned to Flash and walked over.

"Hey, Peter! Are you even listening?!"

I swallowed hard, grabbed his shoulder, and turned him over.

"...Peter?" Harry was confused as he saw me freeze while flipping the body.

Then he looked at the body, and fear surged within him.

...Flash Thompson's face was gone, replaced by a black hole, like it was scribbled over, constantly oozing black liquid.

"...What is that?" Harry asked, terrified. I stood up and backed away.

Then I glanced at a nearby window and opened it.

"...Harry, I know why there's no signal."

"...Why?"

"Come here."

Harry, sweating, walked over and looked through the open window.

"?!"

Empty. Nothing at all, just like Flash's face.

"What's going on?!" Harry was confused, utterly panicked.

I suppressed my fear and asked the outer god,

"Hey... Does this have anything to do with you?"

...Nothing answered back.

I gritted my teeth and turned to Harry.

"Harry, let's run. We need to find a way to escape this place!"

Harry looked at Flash's body, then nodded.

Suddenly, something moved.

"...?" Both Harry and I looked at Flash.

...No, it wasn't Flash anymore. It was *that thing*.

The thing stood up, black liquid continuously dripping from the hole where its face should've been.

Then it turned its head toward us.

"...We need to run, now!" I said, pulling Harry to get out of there.

But I didn't grab anything.

"...Harry?" I looked around.

...Harry was gone.

I looked at the thing. It was still staring at me.

"...What did you do to Harry?"

"..."

"WHAT DID YOU DO-"

"╬⁠☉⁠д⊰ฺ(⁠ʘ⁠言⁠メヘ⁠.⁠□●⁠♡⁠∀"

The thing said something, in a language I'd never heard before.

But instead of fear, anger surged within me.

"SHUT UP!!"

With all my strength, I punched its head as hard as I could.

Splat!

The liquid sprayed everywhere, the body collapsed, and its head was smashed.

"..."

I have to find Harry.

***

Harry opened his eyes, sat up, and rubbed them.

He remembered... He was with Peter, witnessing some horrifying scenes.

Was it a dream? Because he was in his bed now.

*Go to bed?*

"?"

Harry felt something strange, a sense of familiarity.

It wasn't his house... The familiarity came from a game he had played recently.

*Go to bed?*

"...Oh no."

This was definitely not okay. Harry got out of bed and left the room.

As soon as he opened the door, what stood before him was all too familiar.

"...Oh please, no."

Since when... had his luxurious room been connected to this familiar room??

This was the damn room from *Go to Bed*!

"What's going on?!"

Harry was utterly terrified by this nightmare.

Suddenly, the ticking of a nearby clock started.

He looked over and saw the clock displaying 10 seconds.

...And it was counting down.

"Oh great, just great!!!!" Harry frantically checked everything—locking the door, closing the windows, activating the home security system, hiding the kitchen knife.

Then he shut the bedroom door again.

Click!

The light in his room vanished completely, leaving only deep darkness.

"..."

Knock knock.

A knock came at the door.

...

CRASH!

"?!" He heard the sound of the door being completely smashed.

What the hell?! Are you kidding me??

Knock knock...

A knock came from the window.

Smash!

The window glass shattered completely.

...And no alarm went off at all.

"No, no, no!"

Black liquid flowed from the door, reaching his feet.

The door slowly opened, but nothing could be seen from the other side.

"..."

Harry stared straight ahead, eyes wide, sweat pouring down.

A figure approached, and that thing... It was exactly like me.

Or rather, it wasn't—it had Flash's face, completely featureless, oozing black liquid.

"Why...? What did I do?"

"༎ຶ༎ຶ"

"༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ"

"You, I don't understand what you're saying!!"

Harry clutched his head, nearly losing all hope of survival.

"...P"

"...?" Harry looked up. The thing was now right in front of him.

"...Peter...Lo...ve...Peter...Jea...lous...Peter....All"

"KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKIKLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL"

"MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE"

"P̴̺̔ě̸̹̼̾ẗ̷͇e̶̘͗ṛ̸͖̏̀ ̸̯̹̉̈́P̵͖̒a̷͍͒r̵͓̥̊̕k̶̡̛̾ę̶̉r̴͖͛ ̴̟́́i̶̜̜͐s̵̮̄̏ ̷̟͊m̵̦̠̈́̉ḯ̵̞ṇ̴̉e̷̬͑,̶̼̱́ ̷̢̬̐̎ẙ̷̧̹́o̵̖̾͌ũ̵͚̕ ̸̢͕́ŝ̴̨͉͂l̶̠̄̃u̶̡̞̍̇ẗ̷̼"

"...I still don't understand what you're saying!" Harry's tears streamed down, matching the black liquid flowing from the thing.

Swing!

Suddenly, the thing was yanked toward the door and struck with a punch that pierced its chest.

Harry looked up and saw a very familiar figure.

"Peter? Is that you?"

The thing collapsed, its head crushed under Peter's foot as he turned to Harry.

"Too many questions, let's go!"

"P-PETER!!" Harry's hope reignited.