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A week has passed since that incident.
The scene of Aubury hitting the ground with a baseball bat was still in my mind.
Hero had lost his usual comforting smile and was looking down, not knowing what he was thinking.
Kel seems to be the same, but I can tell he was not the same as before, and most of the time, he stuttered on the door.
...Is this really the best option?
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I knew it, I always knew, Omori.
Otherwise you wouldn't have stopped me.
When the boy held up his knife.
When the diminutive figure that had been guarding his own was now revealing hostility.
When the black and white child, spits out the words that Sunny had cursed himself with countless times.
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Strolling in the middle of the vast forest, across the roadside gravel and bushes, broken watermelon spilled on the roadside, a familiar black and white figure blocked in the middle of the way.
"Sunny."
He looked up and met the person in front of him.
"Why do you still come to the White Space?"
The calm black pupils in front of him seemed slightly different from before.
"You've already made your choice haven't you?"
Omori stepped forward towards the teenager in front of him.
Sunny did not answer.
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He found a rock by the pond and sat down. This is one of the few sparsely populated areas of Headspace, although the original inhabitants of the area have long since been lost.
Omori did not leave, he stood straight across from Sunny, simply staring at the person at the other end of the pond.
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Sunny got up and searched for a way to get back.
The route is still familiar, the first thing you need to do is to go over the bushes on the side of the road, then jump straight down from the black scratch of the whole that couldn’t see the bottom.
...
The weightlessness did not come as expected, instead, a thin hand tightly tugging on the white collar did not let Sunny fall into the deep.
Sunny looked up with confusion and met the same indifferent face, as well as the hands that were about to lose strength.
The two fell into the hole at the same time.
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Back to the white space
Since that extraordinary fight, Omori's behavior has become more and more erratic. But Sunny really couldn't understand Omori's behavior this time.
Why did he have to pull himself?
He could have returned to the white space by himself.
Sunny just wanted to ask, then noticed the unusual temperature from his left hand, and saw the pale white hand was squeezing his own.
Omori did not get up and pressed down on him.
Sunny struggled to break free from the boy in front of him, who was a size smaller than him. Omori not only took his left hand in a deadly grip but also pressed on top of him. Seeing Sunny trying to get out, several red hands floated over, holding him down on the cold floor of the white space, making Sunny completely immobile.
"Omori?"
Omori did not answer, he pulled out the knife from his back and pointed it straight at Sunny.
"Omori, Stop."
Omori’s knife came closer to Sunny, the sharp blade cut through the cheek, and blood flowed down from the temporary skin and dripped down to the white collar. Like a full bloom red rose, growing from his chest.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts.
First the cheek, then the neck, cutting through the flesh. A long red line slowly appeared above the most vulnerable part of the body.
Omori lifted Sunny's clothes and used the handle of the knife to walk up from the small of the belly, as if painting, circling to the trembling breast.
Sunny had turned from amazement to horror, questioning Omori's actions and demanding he to stop.
Omori then stopped moving and looked into Sunny's eyes, seeing his expression had long since lost its color and was staring uneasily at the boy.
"Stop."
Omori did not reply and continued his actions. When the knife was about to go into Sunny's body, Omori turned the knife and started cutting Sunny's clothes.
The white shirt is then torn and scattered, the black vest has turned into two halves, and the messy clothes make Sunny face the boy half-naked.
"Why?"
The creation of him was now defying the Creator.
Unable to understand.
Omori yanked down Sunny's pant leg, and the immobile body was now lying naked in front of the boy's eyes.
Unable to control.
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When Sunny picked up the violin he had put together and finished playing the piece he was supposed to play with his sister, he opened his eyes to the white space he had dreamed of countless times.
And Omori.
The other him. The one who knows everything. The one who knows his sins. The one who wants to protect him the most.
Stand in his way.
Upon the last step to his salvation.
...
Salvation?
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Omori came up, wrapping his arms around Sunny's naked and trembling body.
A hug.
It comes with no warning, nothing like Omori had done to Sunny before. No pains and no harm. Only warmth.
It is a protective hug, shielding the person beneath.
Or a childlike one, with arms squeezed with compassion.
His action is soft and gentle as if he is embracing something treasured.
It's as if Sunny is the salvation.
...
Suddenly, Omori tightened his hug. With his heat coming from above, he hugged tightly, using great force, locking Sunny in his arms in a deadly manner.
Because of the tight embrace, Sunny's mouth opened wide, using all his strength to take in the meager air. He seems to want to say something, but except for a hoarse whisper, nothing can be said.
Not knowing how long it lasted, Omori slowly let go and looked at the teenager, lying numbly on his hands and feet. His black pupils were focused on the ceiling without light, saliva was dripping down from his dry mouth to the tips of his hair. The whole body was panting from the sudden release, greedy for the lack of air.
Omori did not give Sunny a chance to rest, several pairs of red hands drifted towards Sunny's body, fondly stroking Sunny's entire body. From the tip of the toes to the unusual skinny calves, towards the fragile between the inner stock.
Sunny struggled, trying to move, using all of his leftover energy to yell for help, but the voice coming out of his mouth was more like a hoarse hiss than a scream, and the hiss turned into an unyielding moan of pain.
Omori's hands reached forward and circled between his legs. Hearing Sunny's moans change in tune and watching the tears flow from the corners of Sunny's eyes.
Omori slowly placed his hand on Sunny's object. The little red hand beside him was still restlessly stroking all parts of Sunny's body.
"Stop."
Sunny used the last of his strength to vent.
Stop.
Before it was too late.
Sunny closed his eyes in despair. Feeling Omori's movements going up and down, stroking the object between his legs, gradually heating Sunny up.
Sunny closed his eyes and saw only a myriad of objects flying by in confusion. The sprout moles in the castle hissed and whirled, the watermelons with the flower crowns exploded one by one. The gradual acceleration brought up more thoughts. Black and white images play back and forth with people he cares about, shattered memories force him to recall his past, virtual and reality gradually twist and entwine.
He saw Aubery's excitement when she saw him, gently holding his hand towards the friend group.
He saw Kel's funny expression, holding the beach ball above his head with both hands, grinning as he said he is going to pass.
He saw Hero proudly cooking the signature sandwich he had made and handing it to him to taste.
He saw Mari sitting on the red and white picnic blanket, smiling and asking about his adventures.
...
He saw the violin that had fallen down the stairs, shattered into pieces, and screaming at his cruelty.
He saw the terrified eyes of Basil, pulling up Mari's cold limbs toward the treehouse.
He saw the rope hanging down from the branches, with nothing, only emptiness.
He saw himself.
Omori
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The release he had imagined did not come, and after the spinning of the sky, he was greeted with an abrupt end with the white hands squeezed on his neck.
Unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to think.
"Don't ever leave me again."
These were the last words Sunny heard before he fell unconscious.
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Omori looked at Sunny lying on the ground, having his eyes closed, face calmed as if he was having a beautiful dream, sleeping without any worries.
"Good night."
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Sunny has fallen into his dream and never woke up.