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Crowding. Lots of crowding.
Omori’s ears were ringing, his vision bubbling between clarity and fuzziness. He knew that him and Sunny had visual snow, but this was ridiculous! The sky was a deep blue, at least of what he could see. And, he was being crowded.
Their voices were loud, frantic and screaming. He didn’t really listen to them, instead accessing his own wounds, which he oddly couldn’t feel. His ankles and knees were shattered, it was obvious on sight. And his hips looked oddly dislocated. He patted himself with his hand, which was limp, but his elbow and shoulder were fine. It came back coated in a bright red. Oh..
Omori and Sunny were supposed to be dead, but here he was, no Sunny and definitely not dead. Such a shame, really.
Omori used his limp hands to push himself up, his neck letting out a loud crack and tilting his head forward. He could feel it faintly, so he assumed Sunny would soon give the pain to him. Not that Omori cared, he didn’t feel pain in headspace as is, he had no true nerves externally. Omori resetted his head, and looked at the now horrified and disgusted crowd. They all backed away, still screaming and frantic.
He could faintly hear Mari freaking out, her cursing drumming in his ears. He could feel her frantic movements as she tried to save Sunny. He found it funny.
“HOLY SHIT- SUNNY!?”
Omori was cornered by three freaking out people, he recognized them immediately. Not that he cared, they weren't his friends, they were Sunny’s. He found it ironic that Sunny got to have both sets. He could hear their distress, though Aubrey seemed notably more angry then Kel or Hero.
“Sunny!” Kel dropped to his knees and hugged Omori. “Oh thank god you’re alive!”
Omori feebly tried to push him away. “Hold on.” His voice was dry and raspy, missing the strong vibrato it had in headspace.
“Sunny! Oh Sunny!” Hero was sobbing, his voice meek. “I failed her.. I failed her..”
“Hold. On.” Omori struggled out of Kel’s grasp, struggling away from him “You three are maniacs.”
“What..?” Aubrey was crying too, but she seemed to catch his attempts at speaking. “Hold on, guys. I think.. I think Sunny has something to say!”
They quieted down and Omori cleared his voice. “I assume that this is the Dreamer's body, but I am not him. I am Omori.”
The three stopped freaking out in confusion. Kel mumbled out a simple “What?”
“Look.” Omori cleared his throat again, it was oddly raspy. “No living being could reasonably survive an 8 story fall. Though, I am not living, the Dreamer was.”
“Sunny, you aren’t making any sense?” Hero whispered, still crying. “Let’s get you back inside the hospital..”
Oh
fuck
no.
Omori hated hospitals so he seemed a little more frantic in his next words. “Let the Dreamer die. He deserves it.”
“No? You don’t deserve death, Sunny!” Aubrey snarled, though she was obviously upset, not pissed. “Why do you seem to want to die so badly?”
“He killed mari.” Omori responded absolutely. He’d pull any card he could to keep himself from going back in that medicinal hell. “She was screaming at him, so he killed her. Simple as that. Now, if you’d let me-”
“No.” Hero stood up. “You’re delirious, you aren’t going anywhere. I don’t care if you are Sunny or not, you’re going back inside that hospital and being helped.”
Omori heard Aubrey and Kel agree. He was not going back in that hospital.
“I am not Sunny and I am not delirious!” Omori tried to shout, though his voice cracked. He hated this body. “I am Omori and I am the protector of Sunny! He gave up and left me to fix this mess!”
Aubrey was dragging Omori now, Kel already ran inside to notify a doctor. Omori was trying to thrash, snapping out childish orders. But, with a swift smack upside the head, he passed out.
-
Omori knew Mari was there. He looked upon the ceiling, counting the ceramic tiles. He was not happy.
“Mari.” Omori blankly stated.
“Omori.” She responded.
Omori was ruminating over it all; They knocked him out, brought him in, and probably did a godly amount of surgeries, respecting how his entire body was being pumped full of novocaine. He wasn’t happy about it, but with that novocaine came headspace, so Mari became more noticeable. He could see her in the corner of his eye, her black hair swept with the wind. Her neck was bent at an odd angle and, because she was floating, one of her feet hanged limply, removed from its socket.
“Been a while, huh?” He saw his hands were all casted up. He wanted to scream like a little child. “So uh.. How have you been?”
“Fine. Sunny is upstairs.” Mari pointed at the roof. “They said I get to go back once you join him, but god knows when that will be.”
Omori could hear her soured mood, her voice bitter. He kept staring at the roof. “You expect me to tell them, don’t you?”
“Well, Basil was also pumped full of those drugs, but when I tried to talk to him, he went nuts. They had to knock him out to get him to stop going crazy.” She turned to him. “Try all you want, protector, I doubt they’ll hear you out after you pulled your stupid freaking move you did earlier!”
“... What do you mean?” Omori could feel anger drumming in his throat.
“Telling them! You know they will never see you as Omori, right?” Mari snarled out a sigh. “Forget it. You are telling them or god help me for what I will do to you!”
Omori felt the wind sweep through the windows, and she was gone.
He had to tell them, didn’t he?
Well..
He wasn’t gonna do so now. Mari told him to! Why would he do such a thing if his- no, Sunny’s annoying big sister made him do so! She’s not his mom! Besides, the idea made his tummy ache.
He rolled over, and looked at himself. He was already looking more like himself than Sunny. He wouldn’t shrink, but his skin would pale most definitely. His hair was already clumping in the spaces where it would need to be cut to be his hair. And he could easily ditch Sunny’s clothing choices for his own, which, now free from an eternal dream, could possibly be thought upon. He wasn’t sure Sunny would even return, but what he was sure of was that he was really tired.
He closed his eyes.
And he dreamed.