[What happened next? Ever heard of the Guiding Fish legend? Same idea—when you run into something like this, don't get curious!]
Listening to the young woman's story and reading the barrage of comments, Lovy wore an amused expression.
There were so many points to make—he didn't even know where to begin!
Pokémon could trigger the uncanny valley effect too? Maybe!
"Please, you guys in the chat—stop scaring me! I'm already terrified!"
The young woman, on the verge of tears, trembled as she scrambled up from the floor, diving into her bed and wrapping herself tightly in her blanket.
[Ghost rules 101: they can't hurt people under the covers! But make sure your feet are inside!]
[So timid—there's no such creepy stuff in real life! Gastly was scientifically proven years ago to just be a gas-type Pokémon, and only shows up near graveyards!]
[Ever considered that maybe the countryside is full of graves?]
[Tsk tsk, young people—show some respect for the mysteries of the world!]
[I'll thank you guys on her behalf—there really are still good people out there.]
"Don't scare her anymore. Miss, don't be afraid—we've got so many people in this stream with you. Plus, you've got your Pichu. Worst case, there must be other people in your village, right? Here, I'll teach you a trick that helps when you're scared."
[What is this, bedtime stories for kids?]
[Streamer is so gentle though.]
"What kind of trick?"
In the camera, the teary-eyed young beauty had her attention successfully redirected.
"It's simple. Just remember—if ghosts are real, then when you die, you'll become one too. Everyone's a ghost. So why be scared? And if ghosts aren't real, then there's nothing to be afraid of either."
"That… actually kinda makes sense. I feel a little less scared now. But I still don't wanna die…"
[She's kinda adorably clueless.]
[Wait… is Lovy a genius?]
[Get this man out of the psych ward, he's cured!]
"By the way, where's your husband?"
"I don't have a boyfriend yet."
"Then why the username?"
"Just made it up! Husband's Not Home—I was feeling lonely. Wanna knock me up? It's Crazy Thursday, V me 50…"
As she effortlessly recited the meme like a tongue twister, Lovy's expression shifted from sudden realization to mild disbelief.
[So she's a comedy queen!]
[Highlight: no boyfriend!]
[Miss, if you're scared, send me your address… I'll protect you.]
"Alright, those of you asking for her address—cut it out! If she really gave it to you, now that would be scary. Miss, don't ever reveal personal info online. If that thing shows up again, don't worry—I'll stick with you to the end. I will figure out what it is. If things go south, I'll immediately report to the Pokémon Center. I can even track your IP and send help. Your safety is guaranteed!"
Hearing Lovy's confident promise, the woman calmed down a little.
"Don't worry, I'm not that naïve. Let me continue… So I screamed when I saw it, and that thing suddenly turned and ran. While running, it bumped into something. But get this—its neck snapped. Its head flopped sideways, and I was completely frozen in shock."
"That's when I realized—my Pichu had been scared by that thing. And tell me, how could something like that be a normal Pokémon or any living creature? Its neck was broken, but it still ran like nothing happened. Not a single drop of blood!"
[This is getting way creepier, holy—]
[From treasure appraisal to paranormal livestream??]
[Girl's already super brave… I wouldn't even be able to remember that!]
[Nah, this has to be made up. No way it's real.]
Hearing all that, Lovy had a pretty good idea.
The searches he had been doing were now nearly complete.
"I think I know what it is. Don't worry. If my guess is right, it's a Ghost-type Pokémon—or maybe Fairy-type."
[No way. You already figured it out again?]
[Lovy is a beast!]
[There's really a Pokémon like that? Why does it look like Pikachu, and how can it run with a broken neck and no blood?]
[He said it's a Ghost-type! Like Gastly—no physical body, so no blood.]
[Could it be… the ghost of a dead Pikachu? Turned into a new Pokémon?]
Just as Lovy was about to explain further—
Strange sounds suddenly echoed through the woman's phone mic:
"Pika… pika…"
It sounded like a Pikachu's voice, but ethereal—almost hollow. Filled with sorrow, regret, and grief… almost like it was crying.
"Oh my god!!"
The woman was nearly hysterical, putting on the face of pure horror, "It came into my house!!"
The comment section exploded:
[DON'T end the call! If you do, she'll be all alone!!]
But Lovy remained calm, even as he offered reassurance.
"Do exactly as I say, and I promise—you won't be in any danger!"
[That sound is way too creepy!]
[Crap! I'm scared of my own Pikachu now!]
[Lovy, do not disconnect the stream! This is NOT right!]
[I'm out—I can't take this level of creepy!]
Lovy's stream hit its peak viewership just as those ghostly Pikachu cries sounded through the feed.
Despite many shouting, "I'm scared!" and "I'm leaving!" the number of viewers only kept rising—surpassing 500.
That's the thing with creepy mysteries—they scare people and lure them in.
Anyone who clicked into Lovy's stream couldn't help but ask: "What the hell is that thing?!"
"Alright! Lovy, I trust you. I'll do everything you say!"
In the camera, the woman looked pale, voice trembling—but her eyes were full of resolve.
"I have to know what this thing is tonight! If I die, I die!"
[Don't say stuff like that!!]
[Did… did she just go dark mode?]
[She's seriously freaked out now!]
[Lovy, if something happens, you're fully responsible!]
"Don't worry. I've got you."
Lovy's steady voice gave her a strange sense of comfort.
His confidence came from two things: his knowledge as a transmigrator, and the info he had just verified.
"Do you have sunglasses in your room? Or anything that can cover your eyes?"
"Yeah—I'll check…"
"Put them on."
Soon, the woman found a pair of sunglasses—something most girls had for sun protection or going out.
"You know where your mirrors are, right?"
"Umm… roughly, yeah."
"Good. Now open the door just a crack, and point your phone camera toward the mirror. Lower the volume."
"Huh?"
"Just do as I say. That thing is a Pokémon. If it's a Pokémon, then I can identify it."
"Oh—put Pichu down first."
[666—what a boss move!]
[Is this still Pokémon ID or… an exorcism ritual??]
[I need to look inside Lovy's brain—what kind of wiring does he have?]
[Run, everyone! He's flexing again!]
[Seriously, don't mess around. What if it turns into The Ring? None of us are safe then!]
"Okay."
Despite the bullet comments, the woman chose to trust the streamer.
She put on her sunglasses, gently set Pichu on the bed, then cautiously approached the door.
The ghostly Pikachu cries continued—growing clearer with each step, sending chills down her spine.
She carefully cracked the door open and extended her phone toward the mirror.
"Lovy… what now?"
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