Chapter 32.1
T/N:
Important edit to our favorite creepypasta monsterās name!
Iāll be spelling his name as BRAUN from now on! I couldnāt find any official confirmation from the author on this spelling, but Braun makes more sense for a dapper gentleman with a TV for a head if you take these things into account: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television_set#Early_television & https://global.samsungdisplay.com/29755/
So everyone, please adjust your mental image of our dear Braun~ Heās got an old timey TV head that looks kinda like this: https://global.samsungdisplay.com/29666/
Major thanks to kelet for pointing this out! Wouldnāt have caught that if not for you!
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The missing manual evaluator.
The missing 50 million won.
And the soon-to-be-missing gift, the Bloodbathtub (pending).
“ā¦ā¦”
To make matters worse, Braunāthe one who requested the giftāis currently in my bag pocket.
‘He’s probably hearing all of this, shit⦒
I’d been bringing him along just in case we entered another creepypasta scenario. Leaving him at home made me antsy, but now it seemed to be backfiring.
This felt like promising a Christmas present to my niece only to find that the store shelves were empty when I got there.
Except, in this case, my niece was Annabelle.
“Huu⦔
A deep sigh escaped me.
‘An employee in this world taking unauthorized leave for a week without notice⦒
It’s obvious.
This means theyāre likely tangled up in a creepypasta and have gone missing.
āJust relax and wait. It’s better for your sanity, they say.ā
But if I wait too long, someone else might grab the Bloodbathtub on the Alien Shop, and then Iāll fail to keep my āpromiseā to Braun.
I really donāt want to tick off the plush toy that once burned down an A-Class Darkness with a mere snap of his fingersā¦!
āIām gonna actually die.ā
Assistant Manager Eun Haje gave my shoulder a few encouraging taps before returning to her desk, while I sat there, silent and lost in thought.
What should I do.
Should I wait twiddle my thumbs anxiously for two whole months, and if the tub sells in the meantime, swallow my pride and apologize?
Should I take out a loan?
Orā¦
‘ā¦First, maybe I should at least find out why the person went missing.’
Itās not just to save face with, āI did my best.ā Who knows, maybe Iāll find the missing person without much risk.
I still had the <Dark Exploration Records>, both in my memory and on my phone.
āLetās at least scope things out.ā
Since the theme park incident, work had been relatively slow, and Iād wrapped up the paperwork for a recent exploration just yesterday.
Today, I had a bit of freedom to kill time as long as I didn’t actually run off.
āPlus, my superiors are in and out of the office today.ā
Of course, as the lowest on the ladder, I decided to wait until after lunch to briefly sneak out.
The first place to visitā¦
āThe manual evaluatorās desk, of course.ā
Ding.
The elevator doors opened.
Of course, Iād prepared a cover story for this visit.
– Ah, you want to check out the evaluator’s office? Huu⦠Sure Roe, just take this and just drop it off!
My squadās kind-hearted supervisor handed me a certificate of completion for a training session. It wasnāt urgent, but it gave me an excuse to be there.
āMy humblest thanks, Supervisor Park Minseongā¦ā
In a creepypasta world full of psychopaths, his kindness felt like a rare warm gesture.
I entered the admin support office, looking for someone to give the document to. Luckily, there was an employee seated right next to the missing evaluatorās desk.
“Iām here to drop off some paperwork for D-squad Supervisor Park Minseong.”
“Huh? Just leave it there.”
“Yes. And also⦔
Without even glancing my way, the employee kept typing away at their computer, looking rather bored. I politely handed over an envelope Iād been holding.
Inside were warm, sugar-dusted donuts filled with vanilla cream and an iced Americano.
āBribes are essential for this sort of thing.ā
“I picked these up while getting something for myself. Thought you might enjoy them.”
“ā¦ā¦! Ah, you didnāt have to, really!”
Still, their hand shot out to take the coffee and donuts. A true office worker.
“Supervisor Kang, pass these around.”
“Huh? Donuts?”
“Theyāre from him.”
“Wow, thanks! Youāre from D-squad, right?”
I watched as the office atmosphere subtly shifted toward a casual tea-time atmosphere, with the admin staff biting into the donuts and chatting.
It was a friendly setting, perfect for gently prying information. And even better, since I was the one providing the snacks.
I picked the right moment to bring up the missing manual evaluator, glancing over at the empty seat of āLee Byeongjinā.
“Um, should I just leave this coffee on Section Chief Leeās desk? He doesnāt seem to be in⦔
“Oh, no need. Just take it with youāhe hasnāt been in at all.”
“Oh, heās on vacation?”
“Vacation? No, heās missing.”
Gotcha.
The employee sitting nearby replied nonchalantly, barely glancing my way, and exchanged a look with the person across from him.
“Honestly, we kind of saw this coming.”
“Hey, hey.”
“Oh, come on. Everyoneās heard about it by now, havenāt they? Youāre a D-squad rookie, right? Whatās your name?”
“Itās Kim Soleum, sir.”
“ā¦ā¦! Oh, are you the one who nearly made it to A-squad?”
“Um, I suppose so, sir. They seem to have a good impression of me, which Iām grateful for.”
“Wow.”
Some murmuring began to ripple through the room: āSo thatās D-squadās rookieā¦ā
The employee at the adjacent desk looked me up and down, now with a bit more interest, subtly hiding their initial indifference.
“The thing is, youāre probably going to find out about it sooner or later if you stick around here anyway.”
The employee gave a slight smirk.
“See, weāve had cases of people who work here, clueless as ever, picking up strange stuff and then going missing.”
“Pardon?”
I asked, furrowing my brow as though I was thinking hard.
“Wait⦠do you mean thatās why he hasnāt shown up?”
“Exactly. That⦠What was it again?”
“The scroll, the scroll.”
Another colleague chimed in, seemingly giving up on reminding him as he was snickering.
“Right, the scroll. He was boasting about buying one that supposedly boosted his luck, claiming he hit second place in the lottery after getting it.”
Oh.
So he bought some sketchy vertical scroll, bragged about his newfound luck, and then vanished?
āClassic haunted thrift store storyā¦ā
A setup straight out of a clichƩ.
āAlright, I know what to do.ā
I made a swift decision:
Retreat.
Letās not get caught up in this. Staying would be no different to saying, āMe! Me next! Iāll be the next missing person just because I want to get my money a bit faster!ā