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“Are you ready yet?” Omori asked again, staring sunny down. The other was looking worse for wear with each and every strike.
Sunny coughed, vision starting to blur. He tried to persist but was overtaken by nausea.
“aren’t you tired…”
He was tired. so very tired.
Sunny was afraid. Terrified. stressed.
His counterpart looked at him with what could only be perceived as a shred of sympathy. Cold black eyes having a small sense of warmth to them.
Sunny fell to his knees, dropping his violin and wiping his face with his left arm.
It was too much. He couldn't do it. Omori was right.
The weight of the truth pressed down on him like he was trapped in a burning building. It was hard to see. It was hard to breathe. He didn’t dare looking up at his counterpart.
He’d been beat.
Said child looked at him for what felt like a long time, then he dropped his weapon and approached. Sunny flinched, at the clattering of the knife.
What happened next was unexpected, unprompted; Sunny was pulled into a hug by the very being he thought wanted to end him right then and there.
With no strength to resist and in shock, Sunny just…cried.
He wept his eyes out.
“you have done enough. you’re tired…are you ready to go?” Omori asked again. He received no response but in this case, that was more than enough.
Sunny’s crying slowly faded away, his body evaporating leaving no one but Omori himself behind in the darkness of Blackspace.
Even after all that, after taking over Sunny's mind, after putting him to sleep…Omori felt hollow.
He didn’t feel anything other than a feeling that could only be described as a numb ache in his chest.
Omori took a final glance at where Sunny used to be, then stood up. It was time to finish this.
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In the real world, Omori stumbled out of bed. Sunny's body was weaker than he thought, but that was to be expected. It wouldn’t matter soon anyways.
Getting to the roof was also harder than expected, but when he finally arrived it was quiet and cold.
similarly to whitespace, there was eerie silence.
No one would be there to stop him.
Omori made his way to the edge of the building, emotionless eyes looking down at the pavement.
It's a long way down.
It would be so easy. And yet, Omori found himself unable to move.
He’d won hadn’t he? This was the plan. Then why couldn’t he move? Was it because Sunny's body was too weak?
Or was it because… he was afraid? Omori never would have considered it as a possibility till it slapped him in the face.
Omori was created to contain and hide emotion and as a result, wasn’t the emotive type himself. He'd only ever felt numb and washed out feelings. When he was still covering for Sunny, what he expressed to the dreamworld inhabitants had been a mask.
He never thought he’d feel genuine fear till he stood at the edge of a building, unable to fulfill his task.
Regardless, he didn’t have time to ponder it much longer. He heard rapidly approaching footsteps, before he had time to process, someone roughly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the edge.
hah. funny. It appeared he didn't have the same pain response as Sunny would have, because Omori was pretty sure that should've hurt.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” screamed an angry voice. ah, he thought he'd caught a glance of pink hair.
it was Aubrey.
she looked…wretched. Anger, confusion and immense concern painted across her features. She was trembling, unable to contain the fear of losing someone again and tears ran down her face as a result.
Omori blinked, his expression was still numb. He didn't know what he was supposed to express. This wasn’t part of the plan.
“uh-”
“You can't leave us, sunny!” she cried, hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
“You can't leave me! i’m…” her voice died down. “I'm not ready to go through that again! please…”
If only Sunny could hear that.
Omori stared at her, not knowing what to do. So he did what he assumed Sunny would do, awkwardly pulling her into a hug.
“im…sorry…” he whispered.
Aubrey hugged him tightly, gripping his hospital gown as she cried into his shoulder. Years of grief and fear spilling out all at once.
The trauma of losing Mari, her friend group falling apart, Sunny moving away, it was too many things to count.
Omori was experiencing an unnerving sense of dejavu.
“you better not leave us-” she repeated, slowly starting to calm down.
After a while, she let go, face red with tears.
“let's…go back to the rest.” she added, wiping her face with her sleeve, trying to re-compose herself. “I'm sure Basil’s happy to see you Sunny…”
Omori mentally bit his lip. Right. Basil. That was going to be an issue.
Regardless, he gave a nod, letting Aubrey guide him back inside. leaning on her for support. When did his eye start stinging again?
The walk down the halls was silent, Omori was starting to wonder whether Aubrey was gonna spill what happened.
‘why do i still exist’
Was a question that’d passed through his mind more then once as they walked. his creator was gone, yet he lived on. supposed it made sense…he’d practically replaced sunny. One soul did cease to exist, and it wasn’t his.
‘only one soul may reign in a body’
where had he heard that before?
The pair reached Basil's room, omori was fidgeting with his fingers, trying to figure out what to say to the rest.
The Good option would be to tell the truth. Yet he didn't erase Sunny & conceal the truth for 4 years to spill it now and take the blame for all of it. Only time would tell, he supposed.
when they entered the room everyone fell silent, despite Aubrey’s attempts to appear calm & composed, everyone saw right through it.
“Aubrey..” Hero started, worry present in his voice. “What is the matter?-” He then looked at ‘Sunny’ with an almost alarmed expression.
Hero opened his mouth to speak but Kel beat him to it.
“Sunny! why are you up!-” he yelled as he ran over.
Omori was quickly starting to realize he’d have to bite back many waves of uncomfortableness every time someone called him ‘Sunny’.
Which would be many, many times .
Perhaps pretending to be ill so he could escape this situation would be for the best. Then he made the mistake of looking at Basil, who paled at the sight of him.
Basil didn't know why , but something felt so horrible wrong when he looked at his best friend.
Something was off.
Something wasn’t right.
Something terrible had happened.
if only he could figure out what .