…Strangely enough, there’s enough space for a hut in the back.
How big is this garage…
Onii-chan might even kidnap another person and smuggle them in here one day. I should keep a close eye on here, shouldn’t I.
Well, let’s see what str—!
W-what’s that? It’s alive, I think.
Is it another person?!
…Th-this…this is terrible…
Explanation, explanation…uhhh…Onii-chan has so many posts all over here, surely, there’s an explanation, even if it’s for those creatures of his…
Oh, there’s a note? It’s stuck to the bottom of this relatively pretty picture.
…Freeloader, is it? Is this really Onii-chan? The signature isn’t even long enough.
I’m sure if it was Onii-chan, some mention of genitalia would have gotten in there.
I suppose I haven’t learned everything about Onii-chan’s eccentricities, thankfully.
The person isn’t moving from their position.
…I’m not going to return here, so never mind. This garage seems to be Onii-chan’s construction, anyway.
He probably brought them here. As expected of someone like Onii-chan.
Eh…I slipped again, when I wasn’t looking where I was going.
Seriously…would Onii-chan have the courtesy to clean up the notes he threw all over this place…?
Probably not. Excuse my sudden lapse of judgement.
After all, Onii-chan is scary.
He’s already taken in some crazy people who look at moonrunes all day and feeds creepy talking birds in the living room.
Isn’t that really frightening?! Don’t you think it’s frightening?!
Not to mention everything else Onii-chan does!
Mn. Sorry about that. I shouldn’t be so worked up.
There’s nothing I can do, you know?
The asylums are all too far away, so if I tried bringing Onii-chan over there, he’d figure out my purpose pretty quickly.
They’re all in a completely different direction than one of those eerie moonrune stores, too, so I can’t fool him with an offhand mention of a sale of some kind.
On another note, that’s Onii-chan’s friend?
……Onii-chan having friends…
…Pfftttahahahahahahahaha……this is too much…
…haha, my stomach hurts really badly nowww.
I-if that’s Onii-chan’s friend, they’d have to be equally or more disturbing than Onii-chan himself, though, huh?
I guess I’ll avoid that person, if that’s even a person. For all I know, they could be a self-proclaimed elf.
It’s wise to display caution in situations involving Onii-chan.
The only other path is to the hut, so I’ll go
trespass explore there.
Fuuu. There are random pieces of paper stuck everywhere here.
Onii-chan was probably too lazy to organize these posts of his, wasn’t he.
Yet he can organize the pieces of paper he shows to those mutant birds of his. His priorities are messed up, aren’t they.
Not to mention his worship altars for what he calls ‘Evil Gods’. He plasters pictures of these two young girls there, you know? I think he sacrifices them, you know?
…I should stop thinking about these things. I’m becoming paralyzed with fear again.
This Onii-chan of mine. What horrifying things did I do in a past life to deserve this.
Perhaps I should start hoping that Truck-san I hear about comes to save me.
Back to looking around, I suppose.
There’s not much to do here, other than eye those abandoned moonrunes Onii-chan has left around here, with white and black stars stuck onto them.
I believe Onii-chan calls it a ranking system. It’s illegible to me, though.
Do I look at the black stars, or the white stars? Does the order matter? Is there a reason there are always ten stars?
Or maybe Onii-chan’s just trying to cover something up again.
Either way, I’ll pretend I don’t see it.
I think I’m almost at the end of this hut. I’m ready to leave this place.
There seems to be a backpack at the end of it?
It seems rather normal, doesn’t it. I’m relieved.
It’s kind of dusty though. Perhaps it’s a relic from the times where Onii-chan wasn’t pretending to be a sheep and rabbit hybrid.
Let’s see what’s inside.
…Broken pencils, pens with no ink, rubber erasers, white sheets of paper, a few textbooks.
I should be able to trust in this, right? In the times where Onii-chan was a good person.
There’s more underneath all of these.
Ow! My hand!
Stupid spiral notebooks…There are a few of them hidden down there.
Time to snoop! Kukuku.
Ahhh~ What luck, to find invaluable artifacts like these. Now I can remember those days when Onii-chan wasn’t so intimidating.
Boooring. Schoolwork, schoolwork, schoolwork…there are a few where I can see when moonrunes started seeping into Onii-chan’s lifestyle, but I’ll ignore them.
They help lessen the feeling that this is all a trap too, so I’ll allow their existence.
Oh, there’s a rather nice one here. It’s less grimy than the others, possibly because it’s been protected by the other things stacked all over it.
Let’s have a look.
…W-wh-what the hell was that?!?!
I-I saw something I shouldn’t have.
…Onii-chan is getting b-better at deceiving me.
I’m shivering. That…aughhh……
…I really, really don’t want to touch anything else around here anymore. I’d probably lose all the faith in humanity I have left.
Would it be possible for me to flee? Would it?
Perhaps Onii-chan should continue staring at moonrunes with those other nutcases of his.
(It seems to have been meticulously hidden under a floorboard.)
(There also seems to be a few images hastily shoved in between the pages.)