Seven Nights of Terror (A Vtuber Story)

Night Two - The Lone Stranger

"Absolute ridiculousness! You're spewing nothing but nonsense!" Kirameki's mother shouted at him. "You're telling me that the nanny that we hired that we also did dozens of background checks! Was secretly a killer who tried to kill you!" His mother scolded him after the story that he had just told of what happened yesterday to her and his father. "But it's true! She grabbed a knife and she chased through the house as she tried to stab me with it!" Yelled back at his mother, irritated by the fact that she didn't believe what he was telling her. "Well son, we can't simply believe you because you haven't shown any proof of this happening." His father stepped into the conversion. "Even if you did, we have a recording inside the house that shows that you and the nanny just simply sat on the couch watching your idols throughout the night." His father took out his phone and showed it to Kirameki. On his phone was a camera recording of what happened last night.

He was sitting on the couch, with his ipad in hand with his six plushies next to him as watch the video he also watched last night. Not only that but it seems to be a person who looked like Emi though different, as she had the same hair color and style as her. She didn't have the same clothing as Emi, she in fact had normal clothing instead of her idol clothes. Not only that, this was a recording around the time Emi tried to attack him out of the blue, but the recording didn't seem to be showing this.

"But... but how?" Kirameki asked himself, baffled by what he was seeing. Not only did Emi just suddenly disappear into thin air. But now it seems that somehow, the recording was showing a different reality. It was as if last night just didn't happen, like it was just a nightmare this whole time. "See Kirameki, you're spewing nothing but nonsense to us." His mother told him as Kirameki tried to understand what was going on. It seems like the world was going against him, trying to make his life harder by hiding any proof that Emi tried to kill him.

"Now I don't know why you would spew out such lies to us. But it needs to stop." His mother continued to scold. "Me and your father will be going soon and when the nanny comes here, you better not cause any trouble for them." She then kneels down to Kirameki as she places her hand on his shoulder. "Do I make myself clear?" She sternly told Kirameki who simply looked at the ground. Kirameki wanted to continue on this argument to hopefully get them to understand what he had just been through, but since the odds were stank against him. He knew that he couldn't do anything but nod his head. "Good." His mother said as she stood up. "Now go to your room and wait for your nanny to arrive." She commanded him, to which Kirameki nodded his head as he started to walk out of the living room and went up the stairs out of his parents' sight.

"Don't you think you were a little harsh on him?" Kirameki's father asked his wife. "Honey, he tried to lie to us by telling us his nanny was a murder." She said back to him. "Then again, I guess I was a little bit harsh on him." She added on. "But we both know accusations like that can deeply affect someone for their entire life." She sternly told her husband, remembering what had happened in the past. "I know, but at the end of the day he is just a boy. Our boy to be more specific." Kirameki's father sternly told his wife, to which she sighs. "You are correct, he is." She said back to her husband.

"But he needs to know that at the end of the day, even words can be just as powerful as actions." She sternly said, recalling what had happened to someone in her past. Her husband then looked at the ground, as he knew why she believed that, as he was there when it all happened. Wondering what time it was, Kirameki's father took out his pocket watch to see that they had to leave in five minutes to get to their meeting on time. "Well, we better get going or we'll be late." He told his wife, to which she nodded her head. So both of them head to the door, leaving the house and Kirameki home alone.

It was around seven twitty five o'clock. Kirameki was sitting on his bed curled up to a ball as his six plushies rested on his pillow next to him. His mind was filled with both irritation and sadness from the argument he just had with his parents. Not only they don't believe his words, he has to deal with the issue at hand by himself with no help. Truly he felt alone again, but now he also felt helpless as he didn't know what he could do.