How a Nuisance Character Survives in a Horror Game

 

“Flamethrower!”

 

I woke up, shouting for the weapon I had barely obtained, and looked around.

 

“Sister!”

 

Holloway, who had become small again, suddenly hugged me.

 

This f*cker, should I do with this bastard?

 

Isn’t this an opportunity that God has given me? Isn’t this a revelation that it’s okay to hit him just once?

 

I had a hard time calming down my fists as I saw his hateful face.

 

“Sister, are you feeling okay?”

 

Seeing Holloway crying and asking as if he was worried, there was some confusion for a moment as to whether they were the same person.

 

The gap was so big that I couldn’t even imagine the mean man who was picking at my wounds.

 

But now, we shouldn’t put ‘Adult Holloway and Child Holloway’ on the same level. I had to keep pretending not to know.

 

Although I acted regardless of whether he noticed or not, pretending to know his identity in my current state was like bungee jumping into the fiery pit of hell.

 

“Holloway, why did you… no, rather than that, how did I get here?”

 

“I don’t know. I was looking for my sister, and she was sleeping here.”

 

Did Holloway take me here?

 

I tried to get up, but couldn’t stand the sudden pain throughout my body and curled up.

 

“Ugh… ”

 

“Sister, you can’t move! You’re really hurt!”

 

Only then did I see blood-red bandages. The areas where the piranhas had bitten me were covered with bandages.

 

Wait, then…

 

“My butt.”

 

“Yes?”

 

My butt was bitten by a piranha too, though?

 

I stuttered and touched my butt. It felt like a big band-aid.

 

“…”

 

No way…

 

It’s not, right?

 

As I quickly raised the hem of my skirt, Holloway skillfully turned his head. He wasn’t even embarrassed.

 

I was shocked by that reaction. He looked familiar with my body.

 

I quickly turned my neck and looked at my butt. There was a large bandage stuck to the bitten area.

 

…What’s in my smooth bun?

 

“Band-aid!”

 

…Lord.

 

Who treated me frugally? Is it Holloway?

 

It’s you? Did you put a band-aid on my butt?

 

I had so many questions, yet I couldn’t ask them. Because I had to be a person who didn’t know all these facts.

 

The intense anger cooled down in an instant and even my will to live dropped.

 

I wonder if this was how he felt when he couldn’t call his father father.

 

I grabbed Holloway with all my strength and asked.

 

“…Holloway. Do you know who treated me?”

 

“No. It was already treated, though?”

 

“…”

 

Unable to scream, I buried my face in the pillow and pounded the bed with both arms.

 

I showed my butt to a stranger!

 

“Sister, are you okay?”

 

[Holloway is quite happy with the current situation.]

 

No, it was an unavoidable situation, but…!

 

“My butt… is married.”

 

[Holloway suppresses laughter.]

 

[Holloway wants to ask, ‘So are you marrying me?’]

 

Annoying. It’s so annoying to hear people criticize me.

 

Holloway wiped my ugly face and comforted me as tears started to flow.

 

“Sister, dilly-dally. Why are you crying so much?”

 

“…”

 

While I was suppressing the strong desire to pinch the cheeks of the obnoxious Holloway, the door burst open.

 

The person who opened the door and came in was none other than Moran.

 

When she saw me, her eyes opened wide in surprise then she rushed towards me with tears in her eyes.

 

“Miss Evelin! You’re awake!”

 

We didn’t separate on particularly good terms, did we?

 

The seriously happy Moran seemed a bit unfamiliar to me, so I pushed her away.

 

“Do you know how surprised I was? You spoke as if you could solve everything on your own, yet then you found yourself bleeding in the middle of the hallway!”

 

Still, I did my part.

 

“Did Moran move me here?”

 

Even if I used a speech method that would make people go crazy like that, Moran would never pretend not to see me.

 

There would be a feeling that she hated me and was driving me away, but it was basically her personality that couldn’t leave a dying person alone.

 

“It was Cleta who moved you. I was just treating the wounds on Miss Evelin’s body. But…”

 

Moran blushed slightly and asked me a small question.

 

“What on earth did you fight with that got your butt bitten?”

 

“I fought something that wouldn’t hurt even if I bit it hard… Wait.”

 

I grabbed Moran’s arm, almost clinging to it. She secretly avoided my gaze, probably because my gaze was burdensome.

 

“Did Moran put a band-aid on my butt?”

 

She opened her mouth, looking at me with a look on her face that seemed to indicate that I was asking something strange.

 

“Of course. If not me, then who…”

 

“Thank you, Moran!”

 

It wasn’t Holloway!

 

Moran seemed like a savior.

 

No matter how cool I was, I wasn’t so brave that I shamelessly showed my butt to a man outside of my house and walked around.

 

“I will forgive you for everything you have done so annoyingly.”

 

Everything that was bothering me has been resolved.

 

“When did I become annoying? I said that because I was worried…”

 

Alright. Then just keep being rude.

 

She was the great Moran who only said the right things, but I was still grateful that she treated me, so I decided to forget about what happened last time.

 

When I couldn’t keep still, Moran grabbed my shoulder.

 

“Miss Evelin, you lost a lot of blood and need to rest.”

 

“That’s right, Sister. Uncle Cleta will bring us something to eat.”

 

Should I be glad he called me sister, I wonder.

 

As I was racking my brain with random thoughts, Holloway’s playful face filled my field of vision.

 

“What. Make some gap.”

 

I gave him a little push and then my body went rigid.

 

…Eh. Then Holloway didn’t put the band-aid on my ass.

 

But why…

 

When I looked at Holloway with eyes that were out of focus, he looked at me with an expression that asked if I had finally noticed, and his mouth trembled.

 

“Fuha!”

 

Holloway couldn’t hold back, lowered his head and burst into laughter.

 

Moran, not knowing anything, looked at him and laughed along.

 

“I guess Holloway is glad that Miss Evelin is awake.”

 

I gritted my teeth and grabbed Holloway’s hair, pretending to stroke it.

 

“Holloway, didn’t you say you didn’t know?”

 

“I thought Sister knew who put it on!”

 

Aaah, how bright.

 

I want to destroy that brightness…

 

[Holloway can’t contain his joy!]

 

[Favorability has increased by 5%.]

 

[Attachment has increased by 4%.]

 

[Possessiveness has increased by 7%.]

 

…What on earth is this guy’s standard?

 

It’s too inconsistent.

 

Games shouldn’t be played like this either. There must be certain standards.

 

However, if you think about it as reality, I understand that there are no certain standards for the hearts of demons and humans.

 

Because there is no clear standard in humans’ feelings.

 

“Evelin, you’re awake!”

 

“Ah.”

 

I was suddenly awakened from my thoughts by Cleta’s welcoming voice.

 

Cleta put the food he had brought on the table and ran to hug me, yet Holloway was first.

 

He sat on my lap and snuggled into my arms.

 

“Sister, I hate that person.”

 

“Me too.”

 

“Evelin is really good at telling jokes.”

 

Does it look like a joke?

 

You’re the one I don’t want to be involved with as much as the final boss.

 

I wanted to avoid Cleta’s arms that were trying to hug me, but he suddenly grabbed my hand.

 

Holloway stopped him and growled fiercely.

 

“Let go of your hand.”

 

Cleta seemed to find the child’s jealousy a bit cute and gave it a small tease.

 

“What if I don’t want to?”

 

Listen carefully, Cleta.

 

He’s not just a kid. He’s a crazy kid.

 

I tried to pull his hand away before Cleta’s neck flew away, yet he held my hand tighter.

 

“This hand…”

 

Holloway narrowed his eyes as he held Cleta’s hand.

 

“Sister dislikes it. Can’t you see that too?”

 

“Evelin doesn’t dislike me. You little guy must be mistaken.”

 

“Sister, really? Am I mistaken?”

 

“Ah…”

 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

 

He asked me, why did you answer?

 

“Let go of your hands. Sister’s are turning red.”

 

“It’s okay, I didn’t put in any strength.”

 

“Guys, don’t fight.”

 

I said a few words and took Holloway off my lap.

 

Moran was taken aback when she saw me not showing any interest, but she just ignored it.

 

I thought the pointless argument would end on its own, but before I knew it, Holloway had climbed onto the bed and was agitating Cleta.

 

“A grown man is protected by Sister.”

 

“You too.”

 

“I’m young, you know.”

 

“Yes. Since you were young, she probably protected you as a younger brother. She protected me as a man.”

 

What a lousy argument.

 

“Where is my flamethrower?”

 

Should I shoot them both, I wonder.

 

While looking for a flamethrower, the relationship between the two became increasingly difficult and the distance between them became closer.

 

Couples won’t be as close as you are.

 

Before things developed into lovers, I roughly stuck my head in between them.

 

This was because my arm, which had been bitten by the piranhas, had no strength.

 

“Stop it, guys. Stop fighting over meaningless things.”

 

“Sister, get out of the way for a moment.”

 

“Evelin, just eat porridge over there.”

 

I tried to remove my face that was blocking the space between them, yet it ended up stuck between their stomachs.

 

When I waved my hand for them to get away, it was only then that they took a step back. A sharp pain arose on my scalp.

 

The pain soon began to tingle to the point that it covered my scalp.

 

“W-Wait, don’t move! It hurts!”

 

Holloway and Cleta, who were about to separate, became closer again.

 

“Miss Evelin, your hair seems to be stuck in the buttons.”

 

It’s not seeming to be stuck, Moran, it’s properly stuck.

 

“Stay still, Evelin. I’ll take it out.”

 

Contrary to what he said that he would take it out, Cleta pulled my hair.

 

“Aakh!”

 

“Ah, sorry.”

 

“You call this taking it out? Not making me suffer?”

 

“C-Calm down, Miss Evelin!”

 

My neck was broken and my scalp was throbbing.

 

I even burst into tears.

 

This is all because of those two.

 

I huffed, starting to nag Holloway and Cleta.

 

“That’s the problem with you guys. I told you not to fight. Why are people so mean? I really can’t live because you don’t even listen to what people say.”

 

The three of them calmly focused on my hair as I kept nagging them repeatedly.

 

I couldn’t see their faces because my head was covered, but I got irritated when they didn’t answer.

 

“Are you listening? I can’t bear this!”

 

“Sister, stay still. Your hair is being torn out.”

 

“What? Turned out?”

 

“No, it’s being torn out. Shall I just tear it?”

 

I quietly kept my mouth shut.

 

“Huft…”

 

I either heard Cleta’s absurd sigh from above or ignored it.

 

“Evelin, strangely, you seem to listen well to this little guy.”

 

“Because he’s better than you who don’t have even a trace of sincerity in your words.”

 

“Why do you beat people like this.”

 

“If I really beat you, it won’t be fair.”

 

“Didn’t you get beaten often when you were young?”

 

Do I seem affectionate enough to exchange old stories with you?

 

I was about to kick the shin of my childhood friend, who had fallen into a world of memories alone, when Holloway suddenly pulled out my hair.

 

“Ouch!”

 

“I pulled out your hair.”

 

“…Why?”

 

“…”

 

He didn’t answer.

 

Instead, a selection window popped up that I hadn’t seen in a very long time.

 

[Holloway’s temper becomes furious. Yu need to put his anger to rest.]

 

[▶ What should you say?]

 

I shook my head sternly at the choice that came up after a long time.

 

It’s not your place to shine, so go back quietly.

 

However, the selection window shook more brightly than usual.

 

[1. Kiss the back of Holloway’s hand.

 

Smack. (( ˘ ❥ ˘ ))

 

2. Lick Cleta’s hand.

 

Mlem. ((♡ ˊ ౪ ˋ♡ ))

 

3. Dance the courtship dance. Five-six-seven-eight.

 

(٩(ó｡ò۶ ♡)))♬]

 

…ヽ (  ຶ █  ຶ)ノ!!!!!