I Downloaded a Viral Horror Game… and It Chose the Worst Boss for Me

It started like a normal TikTok trend. Some viral horror game everyone was obsessed with—so realistic it didn’t feel like a game anymore. Five main bosses, endless areas, and one cursed “technical win”: if you failed just right, you could reach the end as a horse. You’d “complete” it, technically—but you’d be stuck like that forever.

Every run was different. The game decided your starting boss based on your “experience.”

You got dropped into the worst one.

The Butcher.

He lived in a filthy, industrial kitchen village. A massive chef’s hat, a bald head with greasy, patchy hairs stuck to his skull, and a white apron soaked in red and brown. He dragged a meat cleaver the size of your arm, screeching against the tiles as he walked.

Every night, he hunted player corpses—replaying their deaths like a crime scene investigator, except for fun.

The first few runs, you did what everyone tries: barricade yourself inside, hide, stay still. It didn’t matter. He knew. It was like he could smell you—or the game itself whispered your location to him.

Cupboard. Attic. Under the bed. Silent in the dark.

He’d turn his head straight toward you… and start running.

So you realised something: the only way to survive wasn’t to avoid violence—it was to escape while he was distracted by someone else’s.

On the run that finally worked, the screams were louder. Closer.

You slid along walls, stepped over blood, and slipped past a half-open door where he was bent over another player—carving, humming. You didn’t look for long. You just kept moving.

Through the edge of the village. Off the map. Out.

You made it to Area Two on foot.

Hours away.

This one was almost… gentle.

A stealth village. Stay low. Stay quiet. Don’t knock anything over. Don’t let the shadows notice you.

You moved softly, barely breathing—ghosting through back alleys and over fences. It was so easy, your brain barely registered it. You cleared it cleanly and just… kept going.

Then came the motorway.

Area Three wasn’t even a village. It was an endless highway at night—orange streetlights, empty lanes, cold wind, and that deep, humming quiet of 3 a.m.

You had to walk along the hard shoulder for miles.

No instructions. No map.

Just walk.

Somewhere along that stretch, they noticed you.

Three figures peeled out of the darkness behind you—wrong-shaped, wrong-coloured. Limbs too long. Eyes too wide. Clothes shredded and clinging like old scabs.

They didn’t sprint.

They stalked.

And once they started, you remembered the rules people whispered about online:

• Don’t be first.
• Don’t be last.
• Or get the special item.

No guarantees. Just slightly better odds.

The whole time, you were calculating:
Am I too far ahead? Too far behind?
Is someone about to trip so I don’t have to?
Can I find the item?

You never did.

You never finished that route.

You never replayed it.

Just the feeling of being chased along a motorway stayed with you.

Somewhere after that, time in the game got… strange.

That’s it for part 1, if you are interested, upvote this and i’ll post part 2