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Sunny was just your average timid boy, if you were to ignore the fact that he killed his sister when he was 12. His fears from the past few years haven't been as bad lately, now that he had admitted the truth to his friends a few months back. He somehow managed to convince his mother to stay at Faraway. He always loved the rural area anyways.
He was just sitting on his bed, admiring the blank ceiling, but then he heard something speak. It spoke in a language he didn't understand.
His eyes would dart around the room, before stopping on a young monochromatic masculine figure. It was Omori. The thing he dreamt of himself as. He felt his heart pounding as he gazed upon the figure. Unblinking, it spoke yet again. Sounded like Arabic to Sunny. He didn't know what to say to it. The entity was probably a figment of his imagination, but he decided to attempt communication with it anyways.
He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. He hadn't spoken in a while. "I can't understand what you're even saying," he'd finally speak in a quiet yet raspy voice. The figure proceeded to point at Sunny, speaking in a condescending tone. Sunny, believing the monochromatic arabic man to be taunting him, simply just flipped him off.
The figure proceeded to have an offended face. It then spoke in a loud and angry tone. It yelled at Sunny. The only word he could understand was 'fuck' and ethnic slurs targetted towards Sunny's race. The stoic boy stared at the monochromatic man, slowly becoming infuriated by the bastard's mere presence. He stood up, and ran straight at the figure, his fists ready to punch it. He quickly swung his fist at it, before having several regrets afterwards when his fist hit the hard wall. He yelled excessive amounts of curses from the pain, walking back to his bed to lay down.
He stared at his hand. It hurt like a bitch. He looked at the unmoving, unblinking monochromatic motherfucker. "Bitch," he muttered to himself, turning away from his future wife stealer. He heard footsteps approach him, followed by the entity's unknown speech. He knew what language it was speaking, he just didn't care enough to learn or listen to the thing. And then the bastard had the nerve to mention Mari. He didn't know what else he said, other than that the douchebag mentioned his sister. He felt himself feel with pure unfiltered rage.
Attempting not to swing his fists in the air like a madman, he clung onto the pillow he used to hug while asleep. The twat behind him just laughed at him, taunting him even further. "The hell did I even do to you?" It responded with a shit-eating chuckle. God, he wanted to put Omori's face into a blender. He'd grab his phone from his nightstand, and texted Kel.
Sunny: hey kel this might sound weird as hell but i've started hallucinating again and there's a monochromatic bitchass whoreass no dick twat in my room now
Kel: rip bozo
Sunny: i hope you get stabbed in an arby's restroom
He'd sigh. No luck with Kel. He was just being a stupid shitposter or whatever he calls himself now. He decided to try getting Hero's help. He is a hero after all.
Sunny: hey hero so i started hallucinating again and now omori is in my room and he's speaking arabic
Hero: You should get that checked out, Sunny. I'm not a therapist. I'm in a completely different department altogether. Take your pills if you have to.
Sunny: i don't have pills to get rid of hallucinations. i'll go talk with someone else then
For fucks sake, two people can't help. He would try Basil, but he's probably dealing with his own things and wouldn't need further stress. He thought of Aubrey. Perfect. Maybe she could do things.
Sunny: aubrey please help you know that guy omori i told you about earlier i'm hallucinating him right now and he's speaking arabic
Aubrey: what
Sunny: not joking
Sunny: i tried to get hero or kel to help rid of this bastard but they didn't listen.
Aubrey: ok sorry if this comes off as rude but how am i supposed to help with that
Sunny: fuck
Fuck. Everyone thinks he is a lunatic. He gazed over at the fucker in his room. It was holding a sign saying 'lmao no tomboy pussy.' Oh, how he wanted to shove that cunt down a flight of stairs into a meat grinder. He wishes that Omori was the one who got shoved down those accursed stairs that faithful night.
He turned off his phone, and just closed his eyes. He slowly drifted off to sleep, hearing the cunt taunt him in the most condescending voice ever as he fell asleep. He doesn't give a shit, since he's gonna sleep anyways and the cunt won't be there when he wakes up. His eyes closed, and he finally slept.