It’s all red.
Because of the countless red things pouring in through the gate connected to the forest.
Those who have followed Magic Bunny’s parade.
-♩♪♬♬~♩♬♬~♩♪♪
– Ahahahahaha!
People holding snacks made from their own ribs, headbands decorated with their own plucked-out eyes, balloons made from the intestines that were once part of their family.
The wretched people driven mad by the horrifying shows of the Magic Bunny zone and Magic Bunny’s cruel, brutal demands.
Now, those who have become monsters inhabiting the red zone are recklessly flooding into the yellow zone.
And they shout,
“They’re giving out a mask prize, a mask prize!”“I wish everyone could become like me.”
“Enjoy your time in the Magic Bunny zone! It’s fun! I told you, it’s fun! Please! It’s fun!”
…The most dangerous things I’d worked so hard to keep out of the resort were now pouring in.
Dozens, hundreds of them.
‘No.’
G o B a c k
I hurriedly moved the staff to the rear, and had the standard mascots gather near the gate.
‘Block them.’
If I could just do some crowd control somehow and proceed with the illumination as planned…
“The yellow mascot!”
“It’s him!”
“Ahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahahaha!”
Horrifyingly-shaped guests leap madly at the Flower Golden mascots.
‘…!!’
I looked up.
Beyond the surging horde of monsters, the red Magic Bunny at the gate raises a sign.
Prize Event
Bring back pieces of the Yellow Mascot’s flesh!
1st prize: The Great Magic Bunny
2nd prize: The Great Magic Bunny
3rd prize: The Great Magic Bunny
Ah.
“Yellow!!”
The red guests swarm the standard mascots, scratching with bare hands and digging out flesh with Magic Bunny-branded items.
Eyes are torn out of the mascot suits.
It hurts.
Horns are ripped off, stuffing bursts, the felt-made organs inside are torn out.
The yellow mascots writhe and are torn to pieces in agony. No… I’m being torn to pieces!!
“Got it!”
“Ahahahaha!”
“Lookitsparkles??Kkakkakkakka!”
These rude, pathetic, penniless, red-zone trash addicts, how dare they, in my zone!
Still thinking they’re in the red zone, doing this disgusting act. I cannot allow it! Never!! Absolutely not!
You all.
D I E
The red visitors raise both hands and strangle their own necks.
It’s almost time for the ceremony. Don’t do anything so disgraceful as to stain the garden red. Don’t even think about being absorbed by me and becoming nutrients for the resort.
D i e
These disrespectful pieces of shit have no right to be guests at my resort.
I won’t send them back to the red zone, either.
Even if it takes a little time, asphyxiation will be the cleanest and most pleasing way.
It’s like watching an ant swarm invade the office and gnaw away at the documents and supplies as they please.
I was furious, my vision blazing yellow. No, not fury—this was the revulsion that comes when something absurdly unfair happens.
So…
D i e
The red zone mutants, with blood pouring from their eyes, bang their heads on the floor.
The other resort guests watch with interest at this quiet rhythm.
Fine. If it’s a spectacle before the illumination, it will make for an even more successful ceremony…
“Mr. Roe Deer.”
……
“Mr. Roe Deer.”
Huh?
I turned my head.
An employee wearing a lizard mask was looking at me.
What did he just call me?
In a low, impassive voice, so others wouldn’t hear, he whispered,
“Do you remember your name?”
……
That is,
K i m
“Don’t say it.”
Ah.
I closed my mouth.
It’s not a good idea to say your real name in a ghost story.
And I… That is, my name is…
……
‘Kim Soleum.’
Yes. That’s it.
The yellow mascot I wear is just a costume. Flower Golden is a made-up name, and I’m only disguised as a monster.
The real one is inside.
I am… human.
‘……’
S t o p
“Huuhhk!”
The red zone visitors, who had been strangling themselves, let go of their throats.
“Hiic, hiiiiic…”
“Givemeaprizeifyougivemeaprizepleasereturnour■■please”
Even as they burst into manic laughter, or wept, or crawled desperately across the floor toward the yellow mascot, I spoke gloomily.
L e a v e
Regardless of whether the yellow mascots are being torn apart, I push them toward the gate.
“AAAAAHHH!”
As I forcefully push them, these people, who weren’t normal to begin with, are somehow driven back through the gate.
As she watched the broken pieces of yellow mascot suits rolling on the ground, Supervisor Lee Seonghae spoke quietly.
“Should I go after them?”
I shook my head.
My heart thundered in my chest, and at the same time, it turned cold.
‘Just now.’
What was I about to do just now?
‘I’m being assimilated.’
It’s dangerous.
I need to get out, quickly. Quickly.
As soon as the staff are safe, immediately…
‘The ceremony!’
I had to start the ritual!
I anxiously looked toward the gate.
…But what was even more horrifying was what happened after I pushed those guests back through the gate.
“Priiiiiize…”
Magic Bunny welcomed those coming back through the gate with open arms.
And then.
“Uck.”
He pulls out their heads.
“…!!”
He pulls out their entrails, snaps their waists.
As if letting them ride each attraction one by one, as if playing or putting on a show, the guests are killed one by one as they cross the gate.
“Blaaargh!”
“…!”
I could hear the voices of the Disaster Management Bureau agents tending to the civilians in the back. Even Daydream Inc.’s employees, who were almost immune to gruesome sights, were overwhelmed and froze at the horror.
And yet, they still throw themselves at the gate.
“Give me a prize!”
“I brought this, please, a prize!”
And then, the ‘prize’ is given.
Cruuuuuunch
The empty body of the dead, toppled like a toy, is crudely transformed into a cute animal mascot suit.
Right.
Those who get lost or who’d die in the theme park are recycled into mascot bodies.
That’s why, inevitably, in the red zone… there can only be an insane number of mascots.
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