Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 364

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 364

I stepped backward.

Outside the old Daydream office, in the corridor, a black shadow was slashing at 130666’s cloth doll.

Its eyes stare at me.

The Daydream mascot character.

Originally a classically deformed yellow dragon, it was now a distorted mess with each part of its limbs, head, and facial features broken and reattached.

Like a shattered doll mask that a child had sewn back together crookedly and incorrectly!

I see something writhing in each cracked gap of that distorted doll.

Small bugs.

Worm-like things clumped together, wriggling limply as they squirm outside the doll mask.

I feel nauseous and get goosebumps.

That black Daydream character is drenched in dark, murky golden liquid that burst out like blood from 130666’s slashed body.

In the glimmer of that liquid, it’s momentarily revealed.

Something is attached to that figure’s chest, just like mine.

That’s…

Objects.

A bow tie, glasses, cat tail, fragments of childcare teacher textbooks, school uniform name tag, silver badge, tattered barcode…

My contaminations and identities.

The symbols of my identity are attached like medals, covered in dark, murky yellow liquid.

A realization in that fleeting moment.

That thing is hunting me one by one.

-Then shall we make them not Good Friends?

My identities that are Good Friends.

Me, embodied as those cotton dolls.

Snip.

An instant passes.

The office scissors in the Daydream mascot character’s hand plunge deep into the center of the cloth doll’s chest.

A fountain of blood spurts up.

130666’s cloth doll raises its hands upward as if screaming its death throes.

And.

It falls.

“…”

Good Friend

Where where are you hiding?

I closed the door.

Bang!

…A vibration comes from beyond the door that closed by a hair’s breadth.

And I saw a small, sharp silver form protruding from the middle of the door…

The blade of office scissors.

“…”

…Snip.

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The sound of cutting through the door.

I hold back a scream and run to push the nearest office desk in front of the door. Besides that, I drag chairs, drawers, and dirt-filled flower pots that could block the door to build a barrier in front of it.

But I know.

‘It won’t hold for long…!’

I wriggle my arms and hands that have become cotton-stuffed lumps, trying to find an answer to escape this situation.

An answer…

…

This is the world of 【Darkness Investigation Records】.

And the ghost stories recorded in Darkness Investigation Records have one characteristic.

A characteristic that arises because the Creator made these stories for ‘investigation records.’

‘There are always rules.’

I will figure it out.

Figure it out and devise an escape method.

As always.

[Ooh!]

I think.

If this were a ghost story I read in Darkness Investigation Records.

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A familiar place from my past, a frightening situation, circumstances of being ‘swallowed’ by a massive darkness entity just before…

My form transformed into a cotton doll.

The description of the label on my chest.

This appearance that reveals my inner identity as a ‘Good Friend.’

“…”

In my mind, I write down a single page.

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