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Day 1:
Hello, does this work?
I’m new to this sort of thing, so please be patient with me.
Edit: HOW DO I TELL IF IT’S WORKING?
Edit 2: I CAN’T EDIT THE ORIGINAL ONE? That’s just terrible design.
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Day 2:
Hi everyone, I’m
…
Well, I don’t really know, but a friend told me this was something fun to do. Thought about giving it a try.
They’re quite the weirdo tho
It’s also kinda my second day on the job, but I’m not too sure what I’m supposed to do either.
So I figured I could spend some time doing this ‘blogging’ thing.
Sounded fun in my head, or my metaphorical one.
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Day 3:
These are ‘flowers’, I think. They’re sort of like growing paint.
I don’t know enough to be talking about these things.
I can’t even see colours, but hey, I know they exist!
Edit: Thanks for the comment, but what’s a ‘MAVERICK’ ?
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Day 4:
Man, there really is nothing to do here.
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Day 5:
So
…
Someone took me into their house today.
…
She looked nice.
Nice enough.
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Day 10:
Sorry for not posting anything for like… 5 days. I’m sitting on a couch right now, felt like saying that.
I have a ‘home’ now! But I’m pretty sure this is a house, like an apartment, even if the girl said otherwise.
It’s…. quite big. There’s a lot of stuff here too, like a couch, and…. I don’t really know how to use a lot of the other stuff.
I’ve got a room too, but I’m not really sure what that entails.
The girl is a really nice person though, like I can sorta tell that the things she says are just so genuine and sincere. She smiles a lot too! And has bags under her eye that are so hard to see. She also likes giving me pats on the head, and sometimes asks me to come by just so she could do that. I don’t really mind, it makes her smile and she looks better that way.
I don’t think ‘She’ is her name. I’ll try asking her sometime.
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Day 11:
She’s giving me headpats right now.
Edit: She just asked me what I was doing
Edit 2: I don’t really know how to tell her I’m blogging. Is it normal for things like me to do so?
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Day 13:
Someone knocked on the door today. The girl opened the door for a bit before closing it, then she called for me again. She likes calling for me a lot.
That’s right, she gave me a name even though I’m not really her pet or anything like that. She calls me ‘Sunny’. I kinda like that name, sorta like the sun.
Edit: Holy shit, that’s how names work. Why haven’t I figured that out yet?
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Day 14:
I tried asking for her name today.
She told me it doesn’t matter.
But I think it does, because I’ve just been calling her ‘She’ a lot.
I’ll try asking again later, she’s ‘baking’ at the moment. It smells like cookies.
Edit: Holy crap I’M A GENIUS
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Day 15:
I think she should cut her hair. This is like… the third time I’ve seen her trip on her own hair and fall down the stairs.
She looks fine though. Some parts of her skin are a little darker, but she’d just ask me to come and then hug me. That’s something new she likes to do too, just hold me against her body.
It’s quite warm. I like it more than the head pats.
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Day 17:
Another person knocked on the door today, but this time the girl asked me to go to my room first.
There’s two beds here, and I think that empty half should be mine to decorate once I have the time. There’s probably enough space here for a couch of my own! But I like the one downstairs. Maybe I’ll bring it up…
She’s talking down there with someone. I think it’s her mother, or father, or someone. Look, I don't know. One can only do so much when trapped in a room.
Edit: Is this what it’s like to be grounded?
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Day 20:
I tried looking for flowers again today to give the girl. I think she would like them if she could see the colours. Maybe she’d tell me which ones it is too.
But when she saw me, she ran so fast she almost fell, and caught me. Then, she hugged me for very long.
It’s the longest she’d ever done so, and very tight too.
Edit: WAIT I FORGOT THE FLOWERS
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Day 24:
I’m told to wait in the room again today, but she left the door open.
…
I mean, as long as I’m ‘in’ the room, I could look out the door…
Edit: There’s a boy there, maybe her brother. He’s really tall, and apparently he’s some sort of superhero! That’s so cool!
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Day 26:
I tried bringing the couch up.
This heavy.
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Day 27:
I tried breaking the couch into different pieces to bring up one by one.
This heavy.
Edit: I don’t even know how to break a couch. What kinda magic is this?
Edit 1: What do you mean by ‘Swedish’ magic, mister…’MAVERICK’?
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Day 28:
I spent the day today with her showing me this album. Those ones with a lot of photos inside.
She drew me inside them! She used some markers, sure, but I really thought it was nice of her to be so inclusive. She did quite a good job too, it really felt like I was there in each photograph!
I really like the one where she’s carrying me and I’m sleeping. I’ll snap it quick to show you guys.
(Sorry if it doesn’t come with colour, or maybe it will. I’m not sure if this device is exactly an extension of me.)
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Day 34:
I saw something dark today, like really dark. It was flying across the house with these eerie white eyes.
I think I’ll stay on the couch today, I’m pretty safe here.
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Day 35:
Today, I learnt that we have a ‘Mewo’ in the house.
A Mewo is a creature with four legs and very black hair. It’s quite small and has eyes that glow in the dark.
It occupies this house with the girl, but doesn’t have a room apparently. It has a tail that moves around very unexpectedly sometimes, because other times it’s just all dead and flimsy.
I tried talking with it today before it started patting me with its little hand. Then, and I’m not sure why, the girl started shouting at the Mewo and chased it out the house. Maybe it did something wrong?
The girl grabbed me pretty tightly afterwards and asked if I was okay. I didn’t know she was this strong, I thought it was so cool of her. Well, it was all fine until she just hugged me and started apologising. It also started drizzling from what I could tell, there were some droplets that fell on my head like rain.
Pretty strange day overall, 6/10
Do wanna see more of this Mewo thing, maybe it likes hugs too.
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Day 39:
I think I saw the Mewo again today.
The girl was sleeping with it in her arms on the couch, like some pillow.
I tried touching it too. The hair is very soft and nice to touch.
Edit: Went to grab them the girl’s blanket from her room. It’s a cold night. I hope they have sweet dreams.
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Day 40:
It’s snowing outside! It’s so pretty!!
Like glitter from the great beyond had come to pay me a visit!
Cut me some slack if I seem very excited, but the whiteness of snowflakes are some of the only things I can enjoy visually. Let me have this one guys :D
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Day 41:
She isn’t letting me step out of the house at all, why I can’t really understand. The snow outside doesn’t even seem that tall to even be at her knee level.
I’m at the window now watching her stand outside. This was what she allowed me, which I thought was pretty strange.
She started grabbing clunks of snow to roll into huge balls, so she’s probably making a snowman or something. Now, there’s two that are done, and one she’s making currently.
Edit: Someone left the house to go help her. I think it’s her mother.
Edit 1: Oh hey, the father is there too! How sweet! I wanna join in!
Edit 2: Probably going to go find that Mewo somewhere.
They’re making something else now together. I hope it turns out nice.
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Day 42:
Found out what they were doing yesterday.
They made a fourth snowman, but just really short.
Two of them were tall like the girl’s parents, so if I am to make an educated guess without never going through any sort of education, I think it’s the girl’s family.
And that only means…
The short one with two pebbles for eyes has gotta be me!
Edit: I think my snowman looks the best! Not meaning to brag.
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Day 47:
I found a new room today! It’s beside the stairs up to the rooms.
There’s this ginormous piano here, and it has a name too, ‘OMORI’.
I think it’s Japanese, also I found the Mewo here today.
Edit: It kept patting me again and climbed up my shoulder for a bit. I didn’t know that a Mewo could be so light.
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Day 50:
SOMEONE HELP PLEASE
LIKE CALL AN AMBULANCE PLEASE
ANYONE
Edit: False alarm, she’s alright.
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Day 51:
Yesterday scared me quite a bit, so I’m on the couch again.
The girl fell down the stairs again as I was about to go see OMORI. I thought she was just gonna get back up and call me as she usually does, but that time she just stayed on the ground.
I thought that she had died or something. But it turned out she just slept a bit when she reached the bottom, nothing too worrying I guess. There were more dark splotches all over her, but she gets them so often anyway.
I hugged her first this time too, because I thought she forgot what she’d usually do. Then this time, instead of repeatedly apologising to me for no reason, she thanked and apologised to me over and over again for a long time.
From what I can see now, her father is with her in the kitchen patching those dark spots. There’s a lot of them from what I’m hearing, but the father doesn’t sound angry at all, more like concerned and sad.
I hope they’re okay.
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Day 52:
I went to visit her in our room today. There’s a lot of wrappings and bandages on her arms, legs, and face, but she still smiled when I came in. Or maybe it’s because it’s the first time I’m visiting her? Hmm..
Anyway, she just pat my head three times and showed me more of the photo album. Her bed is really soft, I would know since I sat beside her. Never question me. I am the snowman.
Or sandman… like that one photo of me in the sand, or snow. I can’t tell.
Edit: She says it was at the beach, so I guess sand it is.
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Day 60:
We’ve been spending a few days in our room now.
She’d been introducing me to a lot of plushies that apparently belong to me, and there’s a lot.
But I’m not complaining since they’re all so gosh-darn adorable.
Right, some days her mother would hop over and check in on the girl. Looks like she’s grounded too, except for mealtimes and showers.
She brought the Mewo in though, and it’s been real nice around us.
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Day 62:
Has that tree always been there?
I don’t feel like this is that sorta household.
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Day 63:
OH SHIT WAIT CHRISTMAS IS LIKE 2 WEEKS AWAY.
THAT’S LIKE, A DAY AMONG DAYS, LIKE A BIG ONE.
What’s Christmas about again? That presents-under-the-tree day, right?
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Day 65:
The girl’s out of her room today to help her family with the decorations. I’m just on the couch cuz they left the funny electric box on. That thing works just like a television, except they’re just having it play funky jingles and the like.
Edit: Correction: IT WAS A TELEVISION I’M JUST THE GREATEST
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Day 67:
The Mewo has this little scarf around it and it’s just the cutest, the girl was showing it to me just now.
It was black like the Mewo’s hair and had an eye on one of the ends. Kinda reminds me of that senior of mine, wonder how they’re doing.
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Day 68:
Speak of the devil. They sent me a Christmas card.
I don’t know what it means when they wrote:
“Congrats on your first chapter. I wish you all the best, you goofy buffoon. I’m really seeing something in you!”
But they signed off with “It’s spookin time.” So, I’m obligated to believe it’s really them.
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Day 69:
That Mewo really loves its scarf.
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Day 70:
The girl’s in the kitchen baking cookies again, and a lot of them this time.
Her parents just left not too long ago, but that superhero guy dropped by earlier to help out a bit. (She called him ‘Henry’ at one point, so I guess that’s his real identity or something?)
I don’t really get what they’re talking about, or why they were whispering when they were alone in the house. (I’m supposed to be in my room, but really I’m using the Mewo as camouflage.) They keep going on and on about me.
Yeah, they were talking about me, and for some reason the girl already says she misses me. I’M LIKE RIGHT HERE?!?
Edit: Wait, what does superhero Henry mean by he misses me too? I HAVEN’T MET THAT DUDE AT ALL. HAVE I REACHED THE STAGE IN LIFE TO HAVE STALKERS?? THANKS BUT I’M GOOD, PLEASE GO AWAY.
Edit 1: Wow, this girl really likes to apologise.
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Day 71:
Today, the girl paid a visit to that room with the piano. Probably went to decorate it or something.
I’m in the couch because I am.
Maybe I should decorate the couch with something.
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Day 73:
That superhero came by again today to bake with the girl.
Nothing much else to report. They tried talking about other things today.
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Day 76:
Just found a gift box underneath my bed today. Had my name on it, SO IT’S MINE but I’m gonna be a good little guy and wait first.
Kinda gives me an idea…since I did see them in the garage with…
Edit: DAMMIT. THE PRESENTS HERE DON’T HAVE TAGS AT ALL.
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Day 77:
Is the happy day.
There’s a lot of people downstairs, and that only means one thing.
Yep, the girl locked me in the room today.
…
THIS AINT FAIR AT ALL.
Edit: MY PRESENT’S GONE TOO. CAN’T HAVE SHIT IN
Edit 2: I don’t even know the name of this town, or city, or wherever we are.
Edit 3: Merry Christmas to everyone else, by the way
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Day 78:
Guys, I’m being deadass. I can’t find my present.
Not sure why the carpet smells like barf, but it ain’t there or under the couch. Like bruh, I’ve searched everywhere.
Edit: STOP MAKING FUN OF ME YOU ANONYMOUS PEEPS. I DON’T HALLUCINATE ANYTHING.
Edit 2: I AM A HALLUCINATION FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. I think.
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Day 82:
Busy having a mental crisis for the last few days.
Edit: How did y’all know I was on the couch?
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Day 83:
Today was the first time the girl called for me without patting my head or hugging me immediately.
All she did was ask me to follow her for a short bit.
It was also the first time she ever let me step out of the house. I’d never seen her so wary of her own words before, but she was, even if we only went to the backyard. (Where I came from, how nostalgic.)
Into the snow we went, and I finally got to feel for myself just how deep it truly was. For goodness sake, my eyes barely peer out the surface. The trees here weren’t fluffy as I remembered. They were light and lean, naked with the hues of clouds.
And among the trees coated in white, was one still wrapped in dead grass. Maybe that’s why the girl stepped out with that shovel of hers every so often recently.
There were seven flowers as I remembered. I still don’t know most of them (except that one in the pot and the other which is most definitely a cactus), but most of them seemed to have wilted away under the cold. I saw the girl try to prop them back up real quick before they fell limp back down.
With the shovel she brought, she carved out a tiny dent into the soil, into a perfect hold for the present with my name on it.
I thought for a good second she was about to give me some flower to plant and take care of, until she set that gift down onto the soil and stared at it for an entire hour.
I didn’t kid when I said ‘hour’. I watched her sit there, frozen and awake, as she just…stared at the gift on the ground. I even went back into the house to warm myself up for crying out loud, and then minutes later I peeked out the window and she was still there.
The first she’d move would be when I stepped back out and sat by her side. That was also when I learnt the name tag on my present got scribbled out.
To my surprise, it was an empty box. There’s nothing inside, like complete nothingness.
Never got down to understanding why, because right after I set it back she asked for a hug.
Normally, she’d reach out and grab me, but instead she decided to remain exactly as she was, eyes still glazed at the ground.
“ Thank you for being here for me .”
She told me as she held me.
…
I don’t know.
I…I don’t really handle these sort of things.
I’m a manifestation of trauma, that much I do know. But when I heard her say these words, these words , I…
I don’t know. I just cried.
Not that I was loud enough for her to hear, or vocal at all, but it all just felt so, so sad.
I was right there with her, but the girl sounded so lonely.
I could feel her envelop me in her arms, but she felt so cold.
Her words, her words , are words of warm gratitude. So why did they sound so sad?
When you feel sad, you cry, and you cry because you feel sad. My constitution leaves no room for such emotions, for I am ‘trauma’ visualised. This isn’t something I’m supposed to be conditioned to do, but I’m here crying anyway. She was sad, not me, so why was I the one shedding these tears that never belonged to me?
I don’t know.
I don’t like it.
I just don’t know.
One thing I do, however, is that this concern I have for her is proof of this makeshift bond we share, and I hope she knows as much.
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Day 90:
Whoops, almost forgot about this.
Didn’t feel too good about a week ago.
But I also heard my senior was one to take weeks away from this when they were feeling real down, so I don’t intend on being as slack like that.
Otherwise, it’s been a pretty uneventful week. The girl (I still don’t know her name) has just been staying at home a lot. The mother left for work some time ago and hasn’t come back, but the father should still be around if I recall.
Right, it’s a new calendar year too, I think. Hope that means something for you people out there.
Edit: WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS AND KNOWING I’M ON THE COUCH?
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Day 93:
Just saw the Mewo dash out into the backyard and trash about the gift the girl had set down that night.
I will take that animal to court one day, because THAT’S MY EMPTY BOX IT DECIDED TO MESS WITH, AND YOU DONT MESS WITH DA FAMILIA (learnt that from some comics lying around the room.)
Edit: False alarm. The girl left her room just now just to set the box back up. Doesn’t she ever feel freezing out there? HOW IS SHE JUST THERE IN A DRESS SHE USUALLY SLEEPS IN?
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Day 100:
Feels like the snow has been letting up lately. Isn’t that a bit earlier than usual?
Well, whatever, just means the girl will be shovelling less real soon.
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Day 103:
There was someone at the door today, a smaller girl with long dark hair, and a bow too.
Think I heard her knock a few times just now, but when I went to check the window she looked all lonely and tearing up.
How do I tell her the girl had left earlier today to go buy more flowers?
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Day 112:
Decided to space out these posts more unless something exciting happens.
Because man, nothing really happens around here.
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Day 118:
The mother came back today, yippee. She had some souvenirs with her too.
She just told the girl to pass some clover pin with three leaves to someone called ‘Basil’? If anyone was actually named that, I probably would burn their parents alive.
Edit: And if, hypothetically, there were to be someone called ‘Basil’, I bet they’re some little twink with blonde hair. Yeah, it’s gotta be blonde hair, nothing else.
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Day 125:
THE MEWO SLEEPING ON THE OMORI
Nothing else to say really.
Edit: I better ask for some advice from my senior.
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Day 132:
It takes a demon/trauma/whatever-bullshit a week in order to answer a question these days.
Oh how wacky technology has progressed.
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Day 133:
It’s spookin time.
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Day 134:
That didn’t work.
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Day 135:
Buffoon.
Edit: Holy shit you guys really like that.
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Day 136:
Buffoon.
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Day 137:
Buffoon.
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Day 138:
Okay I’m getting tired of this.
In other news, the snow has stopped, and the girl had already planted a fresh batch of flowers in place of the older ones.
But, I don’t really see her watering them. Most of the time it would be her father while she stays in our room.
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Day 145:
She slept on the couch today with the Mewo, so I took her spot in the room instead.
It’s a really cushiony bed she has here, though I have to ask why there’s a violin under here that’s all patched up in duct tape.
Edit: Tried playing it just now
Edit 2: I don’t know how to play it.
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Day 156:
Decided to wander about today since she’s sleeping in her room.
Also learnt that her father can’t see me, like at all.
I tried punching that buffoon and he didn’t even budge, which is saying something about me since he looks like some normal brainy adult or something.
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Day 157:
Day 1 of doing push-ups to punch her father harder.
I have managed 1 push-up.
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Day 168:
Day 12 of doing push-ups to punch the girl’s father harder.
I have managed 1 push-up.
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Day 174:
Day 1 of giving up on doing push-ups to get strong enough to make the girl’s father notice my presence.
I have done a total of 1 push-up.
Don’t make fun of me.
Edit: I SAID NOT TO.
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Day 180:
Is it me or is the house getting hotter?
I mean, it’s still April, so it should still be spring, right?
THEN WHY IN THE GOD DAMN BOLLOCKS DOES IT BOIL IN HERE!
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Day 190:
I hate Aprils.
For no reason in particular.
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Day 202:
Hey, her mother just came back!
Sounds like she’ll be staying for a bit, but boy did she and the father both stay up pretty late.
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Day 204:
It’s her birthday today!
The girl’s birthday!
…
I didn’t get her a present ;-;
And I didn’t know that she’s like older than me, by like 5 years.
She spent most of the day in her room, except for lunch when she headed down to meet her family and some other people. There was that little dark haired girl and the superhero, but also some Mexican (important detail) gremlin with the orange shirt and his parents.
Don’t know much else about what happened, but the girl definitely took a shower and change of clothes before she came back into the room.
The guests are all gone, and her parents were cleaning up some stains on the rug last I checked. Probably that Mexican goblin spilling some stuff or something, man’s was running on the walls.
Edit: Gave her a big tight hug as her present just now, she looked real happy after that. I feel good.
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Day 205:
What’s ‘There-a-pee’ and why are the parents suggesting the girl should go for it? Haven’t heard of a career option like that before.
But I myself aren’t too keen on meeting a ‘There-a-piss’. Seems pretty….. I don’t know, unhygienic.
Edit: She turned the offer down. I mean, I’m just saying, I would too. I don’t need no other’s pee or piss. Whatever those actually mean.
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Day 211:
SHE LITERALLY JUST PUKED ON HER OWN BED.
Well, at least she wasn’t selfish enough to steal my bed, when all I do is sleep on the conch anyway.
Edit: Yes, it’s a typo, please stop telling me I spelled ‘couch’ wrong. What’s with you guys and the couch anyway, I don’t get it.
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Day 214:
Found this in our room today, not sure what exactly an “ondansentron” is.
Will do a review on it soon, this Mewo thing is on my lap and it has got me in its grasp.
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Day 215:
That shit disgusting, 2/10
Edible tho
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Day 226:
She spent the entire day lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.
I mean, other than showering, eating, playing with the Mewo and all those other stuff too.
Edit: WHO’S THE MOFO WHO SAID I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY SITTING ON THE COUCH? I SAW YOU DELETE THAT COMMENT.
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Day 234:
You’ll never guess where I am today.
Edit: How the
Edit 2: HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW I WAS IN THE ROOM WITH OMORI. IT’S LIKE MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE IS A BLOG AT THIS POINT
Edit 3: I’m starting to realise something I may not be too fond of
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Day 243:
First time in a while she asked me to come for headpats.
I kinda miss it. She always does it so gently.
She especially liked calling my name a lot this time too, but I’m not a fan of those dark splotches on her skin again.
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Day 244:
I KNEW IT. SHE FELL DOWN THOSE STUPID STAIRS AGAIN YESTERDAY.
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Day 245:
Moved the carpet to the bottom of the stairs. Thinking about adding some pillows.
Edit: Okay nevermind, that got the girl into some trouble I’m sure she can get out of.
Edit 2: Well now I feel bad that she’s crying into her mother’s arms. Way to go, me.
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Day 258:
It just occured to me.
I’ve been here for about 258 days…
And I’m technically supposed to be spooking the living crap outta her…
Since when did I turn into her comfort animal or something?
Edit: Ain’t complaining these hugs and headpats are killer
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Day 261:
Found a slipper today.
My senior said they make great weapons, so I’ll be sure to keep one on me at all times.
It’s a surprise tool that’ll help me later, I’m sure.
And I’m also sure these peeps will do fine with a missing slipper either way. Consider it my missing Christmas gift.
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Day 267:
The girl is like, talking to the Mewo. Should I be concerned, or is this one of those things people do when they’re like really lonely?
At this point, it could be both.
But I can’t really tell her the Mewo can’t talk, unless it can and I’m just being entirely oblivious.
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Day 283:
Okay, now…it’s definitely Summer.
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Day 289:
Mother’s back again with more of that 2/10 concoction.
I’m pretty sure the girl hasn’t actually taken anything from the earlier batch,… because I took all of it for my review…
Well, at least she has more now. I’ll leave them for her.
Off to go get some headpats real quick.
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Day 290:
I don’t think she likes them either.
Eh
To each their own
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Day 299:
HAPPY 300 DAY ANNIVERSARY!!
Feels like quite soon it’ll be a good year since I came to being.
Here’s to a beautiful 65 days left!
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Day 300:
Don’t say it.
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Day 304:
Maybe I should have a small little
party to celebrate my existence.
Maybe I’ll get another slipper, who knows, let’s see if I have anyone to invite over.
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Day 305:
Current roster is me, the Mewo, the OMORI, the girl, her parents and hopefully my senior (I have no clue if they’re gonna be busy.)
What should I actually do though, like what’s a sorta thing to commemorate “Huzzah! I’ve been haunted by a twisted reminiscence for a year now! Let’s like, take-out and pig out!”
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Day 306:
Eh, there’s like 50+ days to plan.
Back to the couch I go.
Edit: What in the devil’s name is “read fanfictions”, mister MAVERICK?
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Day 307:
Today I learnt people write stories about stories, which are sometimes original and other times not…
Wait no I still don’t get it.
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Day 315:
GUESS WHO FELL DOWN THE STUPID STEPS
Me. I fell while typing the original post.
Don’t got no dark splotches so I’m good. Let’s hope the girl doesn’t find out, or it’ll just encourage her to fall more.
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Day 316:
Or… am I supposed to support it as her trauma or something along those lines?
Idk man, feels kinda wrong.
Like telling someone to fall off their horse.
Why did I use that analogy?
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Day 324:
Today I went to send an invitation for my party to the guests.
The girl was sleeping, so I left it under her bed.
The Mewo just bit into the letter and dashed away with it.
The OMORI didn’t really have… like a mouth or anything? So I didn’t really pass it one.
The girl’s parents can’t see me, or the letter, which was pretty sad for me. I’M DOWN 2 GOOFERS FOR MY ANNIVERSARY PARTY.
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Day 335:
No response from le senior.
Guess it’s just down to us 4 amigos
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Day 340:
I don’t think the girl has seen my invitation yet, it’s still on the violin there.
I really hope she comes. She’s been nothing but nice to me.
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Day 346:
Mother’s gone again, and the father’s been hanging out in the backyard way more often now too.
He’s still watering the flowers all nicely, but also looks like he stares at them too every now and then.
Never as long as the girl though.
Speaking of which, she’s probably still staring into the ceiling. I’ll go check on that real quick.
Edit: She is.
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Day 357:
Oh boy, I haven’t ordered a cake yet for the anniversary. What flavours would everyone like?
The girl likes grape, right? That was quite some time ago though, and I don’t really pay attention to what she eats either… hmmm
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Day 364:
I hope everyone else comes, she looks real tired today.
That would be nice.
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Day 365:
Happy anniversary, me! In the backyard right now by the flowers.
The girl’s busy sleeping after falling down the stairs again yesterday. The Mewo’s off playing somewhere and I think OMORI is still in that room.
But guess who dropped in! My Senior!!! He brought some cake slices for us to have, something about ‘my folks missed mine, so I wouldn’t wanna miss yours.’ What a nice fellow!
Seems like he has something to say, so I’m gonna pass this to them in a bit.
Edit: How’s it hanging, my fellow dude and dudettes?
It’s ya boi, did’ja miss me?
Don’t want to steal my fella’s spotlight here, so I’ll say my piece and hop off real soon.
Take care of him for me, eh?
Edit 2:
This senior really just finished blogging and vanished into nothingness.
That’s the end of the celebration I guess? Probably head back up to the room to check on the girl. She doesn’t really sleep well without me popping in every now and then.
Not sure how that works, but that’s about it. Gonna go ask her if she’s sleeping well.
Thanks for sticking with me through this year! Y’all have been a fun bunch, and let’s hope next year will be even more full of fun!!
Signing out for the year!
~Sunny
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Who is this reflected in my eyes?
Moving without that , without aches, was just one thing the girl took for granted. Today, her muscles felt as though they had been rotting with acid from within — just enough for these ragged elastic bands to take their place as living tissue, burdensome and necessary.
This sleeplessness is her torture.
While the rest of the world may be moving on, embracing their dreams, their eight hours of rest, she was tossing and turning, chasing the walls with her drowsy eyes, staring at which begs her fatigue’s faith.
Not the moonlight of this starless night that tickles me, or this light shower in the dry yard.
Where is my family?
Truthfully, the ache was dull, like someone was just standing there behind her, prodding at her bruises, with only enough pressure to be annoying and not agonising. The girl was lying so still, breathing shallow.
A second voice chastised her, telling her that the longer she lied in bed, the more chance of sleep she would have, and therefore a better tomorrow. But she knew so well that between this bright midnight and the dusky dawn, it were her zombie hours — when she was mostly awake but dozing in minute bursts.
My memory is silent, but not forgotten.
I’d rather ask for a tomorrow of remembrance than to relive the past, as if there weren’t anything else to lose.
Even when she drifted off, the trauma to her brain was worse than being awake.
She sees him all over,
coming to her bed,
hands on hers,
asking if she was sleeping well.
He still doesn’t know that his body belongs to him , and here at the other end of the spectrum, the girl no longer felt like hers belonged to her either.
If it were any other nightmare, the girl could have just changed it to something new, like an amusement park full of weirdos, or an underwater casino full of wacky folks.
Then she’s ‘awake’ again, breathing hard for every last bodily pain to remind her of… something at least.
“ Sunny-” She whimpers, fingers trembling.
The boy quickly stumbled his head onto her belly for her to stroke, with two ovalish specks of light that twisted into happy little curves as soon as her palm took root in the usual pats.
They were soft and gentle like the hair that ruffled her touch, so short and alive.
When he died, they handed over all of his plushies, his colouring pencils and love as if she was some lucky girl to have so much. It came that day as a small tulip, freshly bloomed for the occasion.
How heavy it was in her hands, how every eye turned to her in heart-wrenching pity and grief.
She doesn’t want the flower, all it is is memories.
She wanted him back.
She wanted him back.
And as any lucky girl would have it, her wish came true.
Everything, all at once, came back.
“Good night, Sunny.”
She smiled.
She was smiling.
She was happy that it all came back, even if it never truly did. Even if she knew it was all a disastrous lie, lies are still beautiful truths just waiting to happen.
The girl knew her truth as well as she knew her lies.
This is how Mari sleeps at night.
Every night had been like this ever since her EVERYTHING found his way back to her, an internal torment that must be endured rather than a rest to be savoured.
