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Omori was no longer needed. He was nothing more than an alter ego of Sunny. He was the sole protector of Sunny, keeping the thing that hurt him away from him at all cost. But Sunny broke free, showing Omori that he didn't need him. Sunny then revealed the truth to his friends. Surprisingly, they were understanding and forgave him. This encouraged Sunny to go out again and talk to others again. And soon, Omori was left alone in white space. It was lonely. Cold.
It was always going to be. Nothing changes in white space, it becomes boring over time. Omori was left astray, lost. His sole purpose was to protect Sunny, and without Sunny needing his protection, what use was he?
Originally, Omori existed to only give Sunny good dreams, to help distract Sunny from the pain he buried deep in his mind. However, this didn't stop the guilt and trauma from leaving him entirely. It was then Omori had to take matters into his own hands. Willing to protect Sunny, he'd do whatever it takes to make sure no harm would come to him again.
But no matter how hard he tried, there was always something to disturb the peace. Basil was where the force mostly came from. This would make sense since he knew the truth as well, but it was irritating to Omori. No matter how many times he tried to erase the thought from his mind or kill him, it wouldn't stop the truth that kept exposing itself every time. It was the final straw for Omori when he decided to erase Basil from head space completely.
However, he couldn't be able to erase Basil completely. There was always a certain Stranger preventing this from happening. It would talk to Omori, telling him he can't hide from the truth. He knows that getting rid of Basil wouldn't help. After all it would make Sunny sad. Sunny somehow has a close attachment to Basil he isn't aware of. It was like a second sense to have Basil within his dreamworld and he didn't realize it.
Maybe this was what the Stranger is trying to tell him. He wasn't sure. Stranger was an enigma to Omori. He was never created by Omori, so seeing him for the first time made him weary of him, as if he would hurt Sunny. But Stranger did no such thing. he didn't know what his objective is. But what ever it was, he seemed as if he wouldn't stop til he found it. Omori would sometimes wander into head space and explore with his fabricated friends from Sunny's memories.
He would see Stranger, but Stranger would pay no mind to him. Stranger looked very similar to Basil, as if he was merely a shadow of him. But he wasn't him at the same time. Unlike Basil, Stranger lacked the kindness and gentleness that Basil would express.
Stranger seemed to look too busy to Omori after Sunny told everyone the truth. So it was a surprise to him, when he saw Stranger just briskly walk past Omori while he laid in the middle of white space. Omori jumped a bit as he quickly got up to do a double take. Stranger, still paying no mind to him kept walking and looking around. As if he was still looking for something. He then turned around, walking in a different direction. Omori began to panic a bit he sat up staring at Stranger. He felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't at least have a conversation with someone. He felt like he was leaving so soon as he arrived.
"W-wait." Omori quietly spoke up, Stranger stopped. But he didn't turn to look at him as he only spared a glance at him. "What are you doing here?"
"That's none of your business." Stranger simply replied as he continued on his way. Omori scrambled up as he started to follow him. Stranger didn't bother to stop him as he looked like he had better things to do. Omori then sees Stranger pull out a key as a black door appeared. He was shocked of how easily Stranger can just control his headspace like it was his domain.
When he and Stranger stepped through, they were in black space. Does he just randomly have the keys in his possession? However, Stranger doesn't even care what Omori is doing and just doing whatever he needs to do. They walk through the forest in black space. Stranger seems to take longer strides as Omori has to start running to keep up with him. It was such an awkward silence. It was short lived as Stranger stopped and turned on his feet to look at Omori with an annoyed look.
"Just what is it do you want?" Omori didn't say anything as he observed Stranger. He looked so much like him. Except he looks like the kindness and joy was sucked out of him.
"I'm just wondering what you're doing."
"Well, you can stop. Because what I'm doing, doesn't concern you." This made Omori more intrigued, though he didn't show it, keeping a neutral expression. Stranger gave out a huff as he felt like he said what needed to be said, and turned on his heel to continue walking. However, this didn't stop Omori from following him. Omori took this as an opportunity to spark up more questions.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere."Omori was a bit confused. Did that mean he had no idea where he was going?
"Do you need help?"
"No."Stranger had been wandering around the forest enough. He grabbed out another key and opened another door. Omori didn’t want to be left behind so he followed stranger right through.
"But I know this place better than anyone, I can help." Omori simply replied as he saw the shores softly roar.
"Don't you have your little friends to get back to? I don't have time to babysit a child." Stranger coldly replied as he kept a blank expression like Omori. Omori wasn't a child. He was the same age as Sunny, but took form of a twelve year old for the illusion in Sunny's head to exist.
"Well, it'd be more easier to find what you were looking for if I helped." Stranger abruptly stopped and his hands trembled as he clenched his fists. He quickly turned to him with anger in eyes.
"I don't know if I made it clear enough for you to understand, but you're a nuisance to me. I don't need your help, or your presence near me." Omori shows no expression and just stared up at Stranger. He then looked to the side as a door suddenly appeared and opened to white space.
"Get out of my sight." Stranger sneers and walks away, leaving Omori and the open door standing.
'Maybe next time, when he's in a better mood, he'll tell me what he's after.' Omori thought as he walk towards the door leading to white space.