The V-tuber Who Became Obsessed With Me

I woke up at 7:14 AM to my phone vibrating off the nightstand.

Crack!

It hit the floor face down. I stared at the ceiling for three seconds, blinked at the light coming through the curtains and I reached down to pick it up slowly. You can tell that I didn’t have enough sleep .

The screen was a disaster.

47 notifications. All from the same platform. My streaming account, the one I had made two years ago to lurk and do competitor research and had never once posted on. The account with eleven followers, all of whom were either bots or people I knew personally and had forced to follow me as a joke.

I sat up.

I stared at the number for a moment. 47. I had never had 47 notifications on anything in my life. My most engaged social post was a logo mockup I shared eight months ago that got twelve likes, three of which were from my mother’s various accounts.

I opened it.

Every single notification was a variation of the same thing. People tagging Graphic_E in clips. People quoting the exchange from last night. Someone had already made a short edit with dramatic music layered underneath it, Lumi’s avatar turning toward the camera in slow motion while my comment floated up on screen in bold white text.

It had 80,000 views.

I put the phone down on the bed and looked at the wall.

Then I picked it back up and watched the clip because apparently I enjoyed suffering.

Thirty seconds. My comment appeared, the chat went quiet for half a beat and then Lumi’s head tilted and she said what she said. Clean. Graceful. The comment section under the clip was full of people calling her the classiest person on the internet and honestly they were not wrong, she had handled it better than I deserved. A few people were calling me a hater. A few more were saying I was probably miserable and sitting alone in a dark room.

Two out of three, I thought. Not bad.

I put the phone down and went to make coffee.

By the time the coffee finished brewing I had 63 notifications and a mild headache.

I opened my laptop, pulled up my client files and put my earbuds in. Color palette to finalize. Two logo variations to render. An invoice to send before noon. Real work. Paid work.. I was good at compartmentalizing when I needed to be and right now I needed to be very good at it.

For three hours I did not touch my phone.

At some point I finished the color palette and moved to the logo variations and somewhere in the middle of the second one I felt almost normal again. Almost like a functioning adult who had his life in order and had definitely not been featured in a viral clip at midnight.

Then Marcus texted.

A screenshot. No message. Just the screenshot.

I called him.

"How did you even find that," I said.

"Bro." He sounded genuinely delighted

"It’s everywhere. Lumi’s fans are not normal people. They have forums, Discord servers, clip channels, entire ecosystems dedicated to this woman. The second she acknowledged you on stream you became a thing."

"I left a comment."

"You left a snarky comment on a one point three million subscriber stream and she clocked you on air in front of everyone." He paused.

"That is not the same as just leaving a comment on any page online Ethan"

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. "Are people being aggressive or just annoying?"

"Annoying mostly. Nobody’s threatening you. They just think you’re a hater."

"I’m not a hater."

"I know that. You know that."

But ten thousand strangers on the internet do not know that and they have opinions." He paused again.

"Just don’t engage with any of it. Let it die down. These things always die down."

Good and Sensible advice. And I intended to follow fully.

I thanked him and hung up then went back to work.

I didn’t engage with it for hours .

The invoice went out at 11:47 AM. The logo variations were done by 2 PM. I ate lunch standing at the counter because it had become a habit I had developed during a period of my life when I was too busy to sit down and had simply never stopped. A sandwich I put together without really looking, while I scrolled through reference images for a new brief that had come in that morning.

By 4 PM the fan forum thread had 400 replies.

I found it by accident. I had searched my username to see if anything had linked back to my portfolio and the thread was the third result down.

The title was: "Who is Graphic_E and why did he think that was going to go well."

Excellent question, I thought. Truly.

I should have closed it immediately. Any reasonable person would have closed it immediately. Instead I sat at my desk and read through the first two pages .

Most of it was what I expected. People dissecting the clip. A debate about whether my comment was rude or just honest. A surprisingly vocal group defending me on the grounds that I had a point, which I genuinely had not expected and which I appreciated more than I wanted to admit.

A larger group saying I was clearly desperate for attention. Well that stung a little .... because the opposite was true and there was no way to say that now without sounding exactly like someone desperate for attention.

Then someone posted a link.

The caption said found him with three emotes underneath it.

The link went to my portfolio website.

Ethan Cruxs Design. My full name. My city. My contact email. A complete gallery of my professional work. Everything a freelance designer puts online because of their clients .

I closed the laptop.

I stood up and walked to the window and looked out at the street below. A woman pushing a stroller . A delivery van cutting a yellow light. A city going about its normal Thursday afternoon completely unbothered .

Nothing had actually happened, I told myself. The website was public. There were gonna find it sooner or later . It’s not like I could control the outcome. That was not a threat. That was just the internet being the internet

I went back to my desk and finished the day.

By the time I ordered dinner the thread had 600 replies and three people had emailed my contact address. I opened them and as expected two were Lumi fans being annoying, short messages with her emotes scattered through them, nothing that crossed a line actually . The third was someone asking if I did commission work.

I marked the fan emails as spam and replied to the commission inquiry because money was money.

After dinner I sat on my couch and watched a reality show , but I couldn’t focus on the show because my brain was still half on the forum thread.

Shit! I never should have typed that. It would pass. These things always passed. By tomorrow something else would happen and Graphic_E would be a footnote and none of this would matter.

I showered. Turned the lights off. Got into bed.

I was scrolling through nothing on my phone, the late night autopilot loop that never actually leads anywhere, when the notification came in at 11:02 PM.

Not from the fan platform.

A direct message. From an account I did not recognize.

The username was soft pink characters with small heart symbols threaded between the letters like decoration. The profile picture was a tiny glowing orb, pale and round.

I almost kept scrolling. I genuinely almost did.

I opened it instead.

"You stayed up late again didn’t you? I could tell, your profile says you’re online."

I read it once.

Something cold moved through me.

I read it again.

I sat up and turned the lamp on because suddenly I needed the light on.

Again.

That word was doing a lot of work in that sentence. Again implied a pattern. Again implied this person had noticed before, more than once, that I was online late. I had watched Lumi’s stream maybe four or five times over the past two weeks. All late nights. All roughly the same window of time.

I clicked on the profile.

Zero posts. Zero following. One follower, another blank account I did not recognize.

Account created: yesterday.

I stared at that for a long moment.

Yesterday. Wednesday night. The same night I left the comment.

This account had been created specifically after that stream. Someone had searched for me, found my profile, watched it long enough to track when I came online and then sent a message worded like we already had history.

" Marcus was right , lumi’s fan are creepy"

I closed the message without replying. Put the phone face down on the nightstand. Lay back down in the dark.

The rational explanation was simple and I ran through it deliberately. A fan had made a weird account and sent a weird message to get a reaction.

I looked at the ceiling.

Outside a car passed and its headlights moved across the ceiling in one slow sweep and disappeared