The red eyes appeared before Natsumi and she stumbled back, landing on her butt. She couldn't take her eyes off the red ones before her, they where giant. They started to shrink, and Natsumi scooted away, for they were becoming smaller and more human sized. Even their glow started to dim and lighten.
"Hello,"
The most beautiful person Natsumi had ever seen, had appeared in the darkness, a warm glow came from her, illuminating the place.
"I'm Chère Première," her smile was radiant, and Natsumi couldn't help but smile with her, "and must I say," her hand reached out to touch Natsumi's hair, "you're beautiful." Natsumi wasn't paying attention to notice the malice in her voice.
"Stay with me, and be happy here, unlike your old life," Chère said, walking behind Natsumi, eye's glowing red again.
Natsumi pondered about the idea, "Um, no thank you," Chère stopped in her tracks, she was behind Natsumi, "but I still have friends out there,"
"Friends? You have everything here," the darkness disappeared revealing her house. Suddenly she was inside and everything was the same like her real house, and there on the couch was Fuyuki and Saburo.
"Ah sis! You're finally back!" Fuyuki got up from the couch and hugged his sister.
"F-fuyuki?!"
"Yea Natsumi?"
Natsumi stared down at the boy hugging her. Was…was all that a dream?
"Natsumi, I've been waiting for you," Saburo said, still sitting on the couch.
"Huh?" Fuyuki was gone. Did he go upstairs?
"Natsumi," Saburo got up from his spot, walked up to Natsumi, "I love you," he leaned towards her, but Natsumi pushed him back.
"Um, Saburo, can you hold off just for a moment?" she asked nervously, something was wrong with this picture, but her mind was completely blank. She walked past him to look in the backyard, everything seemed normal, the grass was green, the laundry was drying. She then walked to the basement, climbing carefully down the ladder. Fuyuki appeared above her.
"Wow! When did we get a basement?" he asked. Natsumi glanced at him before ripping the door open. Boxes stacked up to the ceiling welcomed her to their hidden room. Natsumi took a look around before turning to back to the door, where both Fuyuki and Saburo stood.
"Fuyuki, where's the stupid frog?"
"Eh? Stupid…Frog?" Fuyuki glanced worriedly at Saburo, who shrugged. Natsumi pushed them out of the way and headed back upstairs.
"Giroro, are you here? Please be here!" she cried as she entered the living room.
"My dear, please calm down!" Saburo exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders.
"What…did you just call me?" she replied.
"What do you mean?"
Natsumi pushed him off and walked over to the kitchen, "Sorry Saburo, but…I'm in love with someone else,"
"Who?" Saburo growled, "That blond guy, who you met once at a dance? Please,"
What? But how did he know that? How? But...
Natsumi slowly opened a drawer and reached her hand in, gripping tightly on a handle. Saburo and Fuyuki came closer.
"Natsumi…"
"No!" Natsumi turned around quickly, holding a knife, "You're not real!" she lunged at the two, taking a swing at them. Their eyes turned red and they disappeared in a wisp of smoke. Natsumi stood there, breathing heavily, as everything turned back to normal. Chère appeared before.
"Don't you want happiness?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want fakes, I want the real ones," Natsumi almost screamed. Chère's glamour didn't affect her anymore.
"I see…" her eyes flashed red, "Do you mean these 'real' ones?" a screen appeared before them, flashing scenes. It first showed Fuyuki being dragged into the inky depths of the Marsh, Natsumi held in her tears as she watched. Then, it showed a possessed Dororo eating Tamama's head and then his body being spontaneously combust into flames.
"No…"
It showed Keroro falling into a deep hole filled with evil creatures, and she almost screamed as one came up and snapped him into two. She fell to her knees, almost crying.
"Oh god!"
"And then there were two…" the screen showed Kululu and Giroro running for their lives, Chère turned around, for the Mirall was standing behind her, "Bring the red one here, kill the other," the Mirall nodded her head and disappeared.
"Kululu, we got to stop and rest!" Giroro cried, he was tired from all the running they did. Kululu slowed to a stop.
"Alright, I'm going to die soon anyways," he replied, "This might just be my last battle,"
"No it won't! We'll get Natsumi and escape!"
Kululu scoffed at him.
"Hmph," Giroro was getting tired of Kululu's attitude. He turned his back on him for a moment, and when he turned back there was two Kululu's there now, "No!"
"Corporal! This one is the Mirall," one of the Kululu's said.
"No, he is!" the other replied.
"Crap! But how do I…" always prepared, Giroro brought out his gun and aimed it at both Kululu's. His gun moved side to side as he tried to decide which was the real Kululu and the other was the Mirall, "Um alright, er, oh! Who came to the house wanting to marry you?"
Both Kululu's were silent as they thought about his question.
"That girl, Karara," one of the Kululu's said. The other quiet, then it shrugged.
"Kukukuku, you got me, but I got…you!" the Mirall Kululu, with unnatural speed, punch Kululu straight into his heart. Blood spurted out of his mouth.
"Kukukuku… I knew my end was near…" his glasses fell off his face and broke as they landed on the ground. His body fell backwards, a gaping hole in his chest, which blood spill from.
"Gah!" Giroro took a step back, he shot at the Mirall, but the bullet went through the Mirall. The Mirall turned to look at Giroro.
"Your turn," in time at all, the Mirall, still looking like Kululu, turned back into Natsumi. She walked towards him, placed her head on his head, and the two of them disappeared in a flash of blue light.