Yandere Stream

Chapter 32: OriginalLuna

Kai stared at the friend request.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

The apartment around him faded into the background. The city beyond the windows, the endless notifications lighting up his devices, even Luna’s quiet presence in the Discord call—all of it became distant noise. His entire world narrowed to a single username sitting on his monitor.

OriginalLuna.

The account was old.

Really old.

Created eleven years ago.

Older than most internet feuds. Older than half the accounts currently dissecting his life online. Older than many of the people obsessing over him right now.

Attached to it was a single message.

He’s lying to you.

Kai blinked.

Then immediately ran into a problem.

Who the hell was he?

Derek?

The account owner?

Someone else entirely?

At this point his life had accumulated so many conspiracy layers that he genuinely needed a chart to keep track of them.

His phone buzzed.

Derek.

Another message.

Do not accept that request.

Kai let out a short laugh.

Not because anything was funny.

Because his brain had officially reached capacity.

Everyone suddenly had instructions.

Don’t answer the door.

Answer the door.

Don’t read the messages.

Call the police.

Trust Luna.

Don’t trust Luna.

Don’t accept the request.

At this rate somebody was eventually going to send him a schedule explaining how often he should blink.

The Discord call remained silent.

That bothered him more than it should have.

Luna usually talked. Not constantly, and not enough to become annoying, but enough that her absence felt noticeable. Enough that the silence felt wrong.

Enough that he missed it.

"Kai."

Her voice finally broke through the quiet.

Soft.

Calm.

The familiar sound loosened a knot inside his chest before he could stop it.

"Yeah?"

"You got another message."

It wasn’t a question.

Kai glanced back at the screen.

The friend request still waited patiently.

The Accept button suddenly looked more dangerous than most of the stalker messages he’d received tonight.

"How do you know that?"

There was a brief pause.

Measured.

Controlled.

Then Luna laughed quietly.

"You have a tell."

"A tell?"

"When you’re reading something important, you stop breathing."

Kai frowned.

That sounded ridiculous.

Then he realized she was probably right.

Which was annoying.

Because she kept being right.

And he hated that.

His gaze drifted back toward the request.

Still there.

Still waiting.

The account hadn’t typed another message. Hadn’t moved. Hadn’t done anything except exist like a landmine sitting in the middle of his evening.

His phone buzzed again.

Derek.

She’s not going to like it if you accept.

Kai’s stomach tightened.

That message was somehow worse.

Because it implied Derek knew Luna.

Not through rumors.

Not through internet theories.

Personally.

Or at least well enough to predict how she’d react.

"Luna."

"Hm?"

The sound was gentle.

Dangerously gentle.

The kind of voice that made it easy to forget how bizarre this entire situation had become.

"Do you know Derek?"

Silence.

The answer didn’t come immediately.

That alone was enough to make him uneasy.

Then she finally replied.

"No."

Kai frowned.

Not because of what she’d said.

Because of how she’d said it.

Easy questions usually received easy answers.

Luna was normally quick.

This answer took a few seconds.

Not long.

But long enough for him to notice.

And lately he’d become very good at noticing things.

Mostly because paranoia turned out to be a surprisingly transferable skill.

Outside, a distant siren wailed through the city. The sound echoed between buildings before fading away into the night.

The apartment felt strangely isolated.

Like the rest of the world existed somewhere else.

His desk.

His monitors.

His chair.

The Discord call.

That was his universe now.

Which sounded deeply unhealthy when he thought about it.

The friend request remained unanswered.

A tiny red notification patiently waiting for him to make a mistake.

Because curiosity always won.

Especially against sleep-deprived streamers.

The memories of chat still echoed through his head.

The theories.

The investigations.

The clips.

Thousands of strangers tearing apart every detail of his life.

Every detail of Luna’s life.

Or lives.

Apparently.

Kai hated mysteries.

This one had somehow become his relationship.

A notification appeared.

Not from Derek.

Not from Luna.

From the friend request.

His pulse jumped.

Slowly, he opened it.

A second message had arrived.

Ask her what happened on October 17th.

Kai stared.

That was it.

No explanation.

No context.

Just a date.

October 17th.

His exhausted brain immediately tried to find meaning in it.

Nothing.

No memories surfaced.

No obvious connection appeared.

The message felt random.

Meaningless.

And somehow that made it feel more authentic.

Scammers asked for money.

Trolls wanted reactions.

Cryptic strangers sent dates.

His life was incredible.

Terrible.

But incredible.

"Kai?"

Luna sounded concerned now.

"What are you reading?"

The question twisted something inside his stomach.

Because for the first time all night, he hesitated.

Not because he wanted to lie.

Because he wasn’t sure if telling the truth was a good idea.

The realization hit harder than expected.

Hours ago he would’ve told Luna immediately.

Without thinking.

Without questioning it.

Now he paused.

And that scared him.

Part of him hated the distance.

Part of him wanted things to go back to normal.

Wanted to hear her laugh.

Wanted her to tell him everything would be okay.

Wanted the version of tonight where Luna was simply Luna.

Not a mystery.

Not a warning.

Not a question.

Just her.

The silence stretched long enough that she noticed.

Long enough that he knew she noticed.

Then, very quietly, she said:

"You don’t want to tell me."

It wasn’t an accusation.

That would’ve been easier.

Instead she sounded hurt.

Only slightly.

Just enough.

Kai closed his eyes.

Fantastic.

Exactly what he needed.

Guilt.

Apparently the stalkers hadn’t been providing enough emotional damage.

"It’s not that."

"It is."

Her voice remained soft.

No anger.

No frustration.

And somehow that made it worse.

"I just..."

The words died before they reached the end of the sentence.

Because he didn’t know how to explain.

The truth was complicated.

Some stranger was claiming there had been another Luna.

Derek was acting terrified.

And for the first time since meeting her, Kai wasn’t entirely sure what was real anymore.

He hated that.

Because despite every warning, every impossible coincidence, and every giant red flag waving directly in front of his face—

he trusted her.

Or at least a part of him did.

A larger part than he wanted to admit.

The call remained quiet.

Then Luna laughed.

A small sound.

Sad around the edges.

"You don’t have to explain."

His chest tightened.

That wasn’t relief.

It should have been.

Instead it felt awful.

Because she sounded disappointed.

Not manipulative.

Not angry.

Just genuinely disappointed.

The kind that hurt far more.

Another notification appeared.

Derek again.

If she asks about the account, don’t tell her the username.

Kai stared.

Then another message arrived.

Seriously.

Another.

Kai.

And finally:

She’s already looking for it.

The apartment suddenly felt colder. freёwebnovel.com

His eyes slowly drifted toward Discord.

Toward Luna’s profile.

Toward the small green circle confirming she was still connected.

Still listening.

Still there.

A typing indicator appeared beside her name.

It blinked once.

Stopped.

Appeared again.

Then vanished.

No message arrived.

No explanation followed.

Nothing.

Just that tiny indicator appearing and disappearing in silence.

Like she was writing something.

Deleting it.

Writing something else.

Deleting that too.

For the first time all night, Kai felt genuinely trapped between two worlds.

One side insisted Luna was dangerous.

The other side was Luna herself.

And the worst part?

The second side was becoming much harder to ignore.

Then his screen flashed.

A new notification appeared.

Not from Derek.

Not from Discord.

Not from an unknown number.

His front door camera.

A camera he didn’t even remember installing.

The feed opened automatically.

Kai’s blood froze.

Someone was standing outside his apartment.

Motionless.

Facing the door.

Holding a phone.

The pale hallway lights illuminated the figure just enough for him to see the screen.

And displayed on that screen was a single image.

An old photograph.

The same photograph Derek had sent him.

The one labeled:

Luna Hart.