Seven Nights of Terror (A Vtuber Story)

Night Six - The Puppeteer

Once again, Kirameki lay on his bed with small bags under his eyes. He didn't get proper sleep due to what happened last night. The hanged person's words echo through Kirameki's mind, constantly repeating itself over and over. Though he tried to ignore them, they wouldn't simply go away even if he wanted them to. Though he tried his best to remember what his parents had told him, telling him that at the end of the day, he just needed to do his best. It wasn't helping a whole lot that he wished it did. Though it slightly made him feel better, the echoing from the hanged person kept repeating itself in his head, now his mind was clashing together which didn't help him. All it did was make things worse, all it did was make a war inside his head between the positive and the negative. The voices that tried to make him happy against the voices that were trying to tear him down, whether intently or not, the two were at each other's throats. Creating nothing negative in his head, dipsite that positive trying to bring happiness to him.

"God, why do these things have to be so complicated?" Kirameki asked himself as he rubbed his head in frustration. Though the hanged person didn't fight him or chase him like the others, they still had an effect on him even when they were no longer here. He didn't run for his life, yet he felt his body become weak. They didn't try to attack him but yet he still felt hurt in a way. Despite not being all that aggressive, Kirameki knew that the hanged person did the most pain to him.

"I don't like this feeling." Kirameki told himself. "I don't like these feelings at all." He lifted up his arms to stare at them. "I don't know what to do with them." He said to himself. "The negative voices are screaming, and so is the positive one as well. Because of that, there are nothing but negative voices in my head, despite the positive one supposed to be helping. Even as the positive voices fight the negative ones, trying to help me and support me." Kirameki then clenched his fist. "It still hurts me, it hurts me even more." He told himself as he felt his arm quiver and his muscle ache. He then turns his head towards the six plushies that always reside next to him. "How do you guys handle it?" Kirameki asked him, to which like like always, they didn't say anything back. To which Kirameki groaned to himself. "That was stupid to ask, it's not like you guys aren't sure yourself." He said to himself, irritated.

"I told that I need to at least try my best. But I'm not sure if I can do all that much." He told himself as he rested his arm, his voice getting slightly tired. He softly closed his eyes, remembering last night with his encounter with the hanged person, remembering the lullaby she sang and the warning she had told him. In this moment, Kirameki truly believed he couldn't survive this night nor the next one. Then he remembers the first night with Emi, then second one with the stranger, and the third one with Twixt chan, and the fourth one with the beast. Though there was some luck involved in those encounters with them. He still had to remember there was some genuine skill in those as well. How he used the vent to travel for safety, how he exploited the camera against the stranger, using Twixt chan's own world against him, and using sound to distract the beast. Those weren't luck, those were skills.

"No, luck... skill... they're all on the different side of a coin. But at the end of the day, they're on the same coin, they're both worth the same, they're both the same in a way." Kirameki sternly told himself as he opened his eyes once more, feeling a massive amount of boost in confidence once again.

"I can do this." Kirameki sternly told himself. "I have to at least try dipsite what many will tell me." He then sat up on his bed, tightening his hand. "I have to try... to see a better tomorrow. Even though I might not be a full winner... that doesn't matter. What matters is doing my best... doing my best to do what's right. I can survive this night, and then... the last one." Kirameki sternly told himself. Kirameki then jumped out of his bed and ran to his door, he opened it and ran down the hallways towards the stair. Once he reached the stairs, he saw his parents standing in the middle of the foyer talking to one another as Kirameki stood on top of the stairs.