Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Everything is red.

It’s because of the many red things that pour in from the gate connecting to the forest.

The ones who followed the Magic Bunny’s parade.

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They’re carrying snack items made from their own ribs, headbands decorated with their own plucked-out eyes, and balloons made from their former family’s innards.

The unlucky people who have gone mad due to the horrific show happening in the Magic Bunny’s domain and its brutal and terrible demands.

Now, those who have turned into grotesque creatures in the red zone are flooding into the yellow zone recklessly.

And they shout.

“They’re giving out mask awards, they’re giving out mask awards!”

“I wish I could be like them.”

“Have fun in the Magic Bunny Zone! I’m happy! I said I’m happy! Please! I’m happy!”

…The most dangerous things that had been blocked to keep them from entering the resort were finally here.

Dozens, hundreds of these creatures.

They flood in.

‘No.’

Go back.

I quickly pushed the staff back and gathered the basic mascots near the gate.

‘We’ll block it.’

We just need to control them somehow and proceed with the illumination as originally planned…

“Yellow mascot!”

“That’s it!”

“Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahaha!!!”

Terrifying guests with grotesque shapes rushed toward the Flower Golden mascots.

‘…!!’

I raised my head.

Beyond the incoming monstrous crowd, the red Magic Bunny at the gate lifts a sign.

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Tear the flesh from the Yellow Mascot!

1st place: Great Magic Bunny

2nd place: Great Magic Bunny

3rd place: Great Magic Bunny

Ah.

“Yellow!!”

The red guests cling to the basic mascots, clawing at them with their bare hands, digging into their flesh with items branded with the Magic Bunny logo.

The eyes of the mascot costumes are gouged out.

They’re injured.

The horns are torn off, the cotton is burst, and the felt organs inside are shredded.

The yellow mascots are being torn apart, struggling miserably. No… I am being torn apart!!

“I tore it off!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

“Look, it’s sparkling?? Hehehehehe!”

These rude, pathetic, and vulgar addicts from the red zone, with not a single penny to their names, dared to do this in my zone!

How could they still think they’re in the red zone and commit such disgusting acts? This is unacceptable! Absolutely!! NEVER!!

You shall...

Die.

The red guests raise their hands to strangle themselves.

It’s almost time for the ceremony, so don’t do anything to dirty the garden with the red zone’s actions, and don’t even think about getting swallowed by me to become fertilizer for the resort.

Die.

These rude trash have no right to be guests at my resort.

I won’t even send them back to the red zone.

Even if it takes a little time, suffocation would be the cleanest and most pleasant way.

It’s like watching an army of ants invade the office, eating away at documents and supplies on their own.

My anger swelled, my vision going a sharp shade of yellow. No, it wasn’t just anger, it was the kind of rejection you feel when something ridiculously unfair happens.

So...

Die.

The mutants in the red zone shed tears of blood and bow their heads to the ground. The existing resort guests watch the peaceful rhythm with curiosity.

Right. It would make for a more successful ceremony if we use them as entertainment before the illumination…

“Dear Mascot.”

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• Let us in!!!

• “When business ends, there was some weird sound from the theme park, but that crazy rabbit still chased me in the forest, though it was a bit slower.”

• It kills after the theme park closes.

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• We announce! Our theme park is about to close soon~

• To all our guests, please continue to enjoy our delightful theme park until the end!

• One hour until closing!