Pick-Me Girl Novel Weirdly Wholesome Pick-Me

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve.

Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud.

Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!

The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade.

Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around.

I tied a little bow on his chainsaw.

Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day.

The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing

Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?
Chapter 1
[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends.
[Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly.
[Starting players: Ten.
[Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon.
[All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then.
[Have fun.]
A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.
I walked out of one office building, only to wake up inside a different one.
Yeah Just my luck.
Around me, a bunch of fully geared veteran players were sizing each other up.
The game hadn't even officially started yet, and the livestream chat was already going crazy.
[Office Tower again? That cursed dungeon shows up every year before New Year's. No one's ever beaten it Everyone dies as trapped office workers.]
[Yeah. Newbies get wiped immediately. Look at that girl. She's literally fixing her makeup!]
All nine players refused to team with me, the girl who liked looking cute.
They all sprinted down the safe staircase and even slammed the door shut behind them. How sweet.
So I had no choice but to take the elevator.
The rusted metal screeched with every inch it moved, stabbing straight into my ears.
Everyone knows the elevator is the worst place in any horror dungeon.
But I stepped in without thinking twice.
As soon as the doors closed, my head started spinning.
Then, my cheek tingled. I looked up and saw thick black hair creeping along the elevator walls, filling every corner.
[There she is! The bloody lady in the elevator!]
[This girl is toast. No one ever takes the elevator. Everyone knows the bloody lady hunts there. She's a fierce one!]
Right on cue, she appeared.
Her body folded and twisted like broken bones as she crawled along the floor. Her face looked carved out, like someone had scraped away everything except two empty black holes where her eyes should've been.
She lunged at me. Her torn, bloody face pressed right up against mine, and in this slow, eerie whisper, she asked, Have you seenmy skin?
When I saw this terrifying scene, my whole face went cold.
I immediately pulled off my tweed jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Girl, it's freezing out here! Why would you run around with nothing on? You're gonna get sick. We girls gotta look out for each other, you know?
She kept crying, My skin I want my skin
I know, I know, but those arent easy to come by. Don't be picky. Just wear this for now. It's the newest Miu Miu tweed jacket from this year.
I was only wearing a thin undershirt under the jacket. Without it, I was shivering like crazy.
The livestream chat exploded.
[What is even happening right now? This pick-me girl must have nerves of steel! She actually dressed up the bloody lady!]

Chapter 2
[Relax. The bloody lady probably just hasn't fully realized what's happening yet. Remember, no one has ever walked out of the elevator alive.]
Ugh! I don't wantyours!
The bloody lady tugged blankly at the tweed jacket I had draped over her shoulders.
She tilted her head and scraped her nails along the rusty elevator wall, screeching, I want my skin!
I felt a pang of sympathy, then gently held her hand.
Wow, your nails haven't been done in forever, have they? Lucky for you, I brought a few press-on nails from the 2025 New Year collection. Want me to put them on?
I didn't wait for an answer. I just started pressing them on, one by one.
She stared at her newly polished nails in total disbelief.
I tried to calm her down. Be patient, okay? Just wear my jacket for now. I can't have a gorgeous girl like you catching a cold. If you really want to find a skin to wear so badly, we can go hunt for one tomorrow.
She lifted her twisted, mangled face.
Really?
Of course. I'd never lie to you. I lifted her chin and said, marveling, By the way, that lipstick color is amazing! The second I saw it, I was hooked. You've got excellent taste.
[What the heck? The bloody lady just put away the hair she uses to twist heads off! And now, she's standing in the corner like a little girl. And Is she blushing? Is she seriously shy right now?!]
[Good grief! Does that girl really not notice the monster's huge, bloody mouth? I have to say, she's such a pick-me, it's on a whole other level.]
The elevator climbed steadily and finally stopped on the 13th floor.
I walked out calmly while the bloody lady stayed inside.
You're not coming? We could go explore together, bestie.
I can only leavewhen I findmy skin. Her huge, bloody mouth opened and closed slowly as she forced the words out.
I nodded. It's really late. Don't worry. I'll help you find some skin to wear tomorrow.
She nodded like an obedient kid.
The livestream chat went dead silent.
After a while, someone finally typed, [What the heck is going on?]
[Nine people took the stairs, and four of them are already dead. And this girl rides the death elevator, babysits the freaking bloody lady, and survives?]
[Am I the only one impressed that she kept a straight face while calling a blood-soaked, skinless creature gorgeous?]
The 13th floor was the employee dorms.
Inside Room 1301, I found five teammates.
Counting me, six players remained in the dungeon: three men, three women.
You're actually alive?
A woman in a white tank top looked me up and down, clearly annoyed.
You survived the elevator? Damn, your luck is insane. We honestly thought we'd have to drag your body out.
Hearing that, I quietly wiped a tear from my eye.
Aww! Are you worried about me? I asked softly.
I wish I were as strong as you. You're all tough and solid, and I'm just this tiny, fragile thing who looks like she always needs someone to protect her
I sighed dramatically.
I think I get it now! You don't wanna drag my body out because you care about me so much, and you want to keep me safe.
The woman rolled her eyes so hard that I thought they would pop out. What are you even talking about? Who cares about protecting a pick-me like you? You're gross.
Verda, don't say that. We all came into this horror dungeon together. That makes us partners.