Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

I stumbled backward.

The mascot suit moved to the edge of the hexagram, peering at me.

– Accept me.

The ritual had failed. I needed to run.

But where could I run to?

And, up until now, I’d been following the excellent advice of those documents. Now that it’s been revealed that these documents were following the true mascot’s will all along, surely the right thing is to submit to the true mascot!

Yes, that must be—

……

‘No!’

Work regulations, employment contracts, guest policies—all things I’d written while fighting against the will of the mascot that wanted to run the resort in its own monstrous way.

I…

……

N o

I looked at the being inside the hexagram.

Th i s I s

M y R e s o r t

I grabbed the document and stood before it.

My head was pounding, but I could handle it.

Because I’d realized something.

Y o u A r e

N o t Q u a l i f i e d

– Ooooooooooooh?

How dare you say such a

I crumpled up the document.

Y o u L o s t

– !!!!!!

Right.

You’re a specter who lost your territory by dying to another mascot.

And now.

I t ’ s

C o m i n g

The very being who killed you and turned this resort into ruins is right outside the garden, ready to re-enter this zone and start hunting again.

Let me show you proof.

H e r e

I flung open the office door.

Directly across the hall was a large window.

Through that window, where it was too dark outside to see much, the bright office was reflected instead.

There it was, clearly visible. The silhouette atop the hexagram in the reflection.

The red rabbit.

M a g i c B u n n y

I s H e r e

You.

– ……

The mascot suit touched its face, reached up to its head, and checked for the two ears sticking up.

And then, looked down at its own hands.

Red fur. Rabbit paws.

– Magic Bunny.

Its hands trembled violently, and its limbs twisted with terror.

-Magic Bunny! Uwaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Save me! Save me!! Please save me! Don’t take out my guts! My resort! Resort!

I hurriedly dumped salt over the office floor.

‘Erase it.’

White salt poured over the blood and black plastic drawing the hexagram, erasing the pattern.

As it was erased, the mascot suit was gradually pushed toward the center, clutching its head and screaming.

– Run away! Magic Bunny is coming! The red mascot is coming! It’s coming along the red path! Aaaah! Aaaaahhh!

– Save me! It’s infiltrating! The wriggling red ■■ inside the suit ate me! Only the dregs remain underground! Save me!

– Disappear, red thing, disappear, red thing, disappearredthingdisappearredthingdisappearredthingdisappearredthinplease

The summoned one, who had been tearing at its head…

Cruuuunch.

…finally tore its own head off.

With both hands, as if wishing to get farther away, or in awe, or in terror, it lifted the mascot head high into the air. Raised it up.

And then.

Thud, it collapsed to the floor.

……

……

‘Haah.’

I sank down onto the office floor.

‘I thought I was done for.’

I almost got absorbed and ended with the standard mascot ending.

Even though this body is just stuffing, my heart felt like it would burst.

Still, somehow… I managed to handle it, and it feels like I achieved something impressive, but what’s important now…

‘…Time!’

How much is left?

I looked at the clock.

20:11.

‘49 minutes left until closing.’

Should I be dismayed or relieved that all this chaos only took ten minutes? What matters is one thing.

I failed to summon a good friend.

‘……’

No.

This definitely means something.

I gained something.

I learned the true identity of what was forcing me to run this resort.

And I got rid of it.

I straightened the crumpled document and picked up the pen.

……I didn’t feel that odd sense of control anymore.

‘I’ll be able to write the operating rules more freely now.’

Even things I couldn’t write before, things that would harm the ‘successful operation’ of the resort, I think I can now implement as I wish.

…Just like the crazy things Magic Bunny does.

‘It’ll be useful.’

I stood up.

…Still, if only I’d had a bit more time, maybe I could have succeeded. That lingering regret clung to my back.

Was it the coin that was the problem, or the bowtie, or…

‘…Maybe he just decided not to answer.’

Maybe the fatal flaw was that I didn’t summon it with my original body.

‘Huu.’

I gathered up the documents, looking for even a little bit of extra protection, and set out to find the blue mascot…

Driiiing—

“……”

I froze.

Driiiing—

I turned my head.

The telephone on the office desk was ringing.

Driiiing—

I stared at it, frozen.

Had the phone ever… rung at this resort before?

‘No.’

Room service calls use a walkie-talkie that plays a calling melody. Summoning a mascot makes a real bell sound.

But this was an old-fashioned ring.

…Someone was calling.

Driiiing—

‘……’

I walked over to the desk and picked up the old-fashioned receiver.

Click.

A dark brown, elegant wooden phone.

A cheerful and pleasant male voice sounded out from within.

[Hello! What a fine night. Oh, I’d be very grateful if you could connect me to the talented and cheerful mascot of Flower Golden Resort.]

…!

[Oh, it’s you. Perfect. Actually, I’d like to rent your simple and beautiful resort for a few days.]

[As you know, a celebrity needs a private place to relax. So I was thinking of spending my summer vacation at your resort…]

……

N o

[Hmm?]

I ’ m Q u i t t i n g

R I g h t N o w

[Oh my, but why didn’t you hand over the resort to that fellow just now? He seemed so desperate!]

[I’m kidding. Hahaha! It’s quite unpleasant that such a crude person tried to snatch away the resort you’ve nurtured.]

The distinctive voice of the Host comes from the phone.

[Mr. Roe Deer.]

‘……’

[It was an excellent idea to try to summon me, but you were so deeply immersed in the show that you overlooked a few things.]

Over…looked?

[Of course, that’s the talent of a performer fully immersed, and it’s fitting for the genre, but if it goes on too long, it gets boring. Now it’s time for the perfect advisor for you to appear—at the perfect moment for fun.]

[So from now on, your friend will offer you a few kind words of advice…]

The voice on the phone lowers.

[Now, hold the receiver and listen carefully to the amazing voice of this Braun.]

The Host’s friendly advice began to flow from the telephone.

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