☺︎︎𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔☹︎ - 🅞︎🅜︎🅞︎🅡︎🅘︎ 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬

Opening up

Omori - unbeknownst to even himself - has been transported to the endless void known as Whitespace. It feels like home, he thinks... but at the same time, not really. It's almost as if an outside force has caused the Dreamer's subconscious to be seemingly manipulated on a greater scale... at least that's what it looks like to the monotone child. To the world around him - well, what's left of it - is flowing at its natural state with no disruptions nor inconsistencies. To the nonchalant kid, however, he has no power on this fictional reality... for now.

His feelings inside of him begin to rupture, but Omori simply takes note of this and swiftly sets all of that aside. What he is seeing right now is his empty yet vast home - where he hails by - with nothing of familiarity... and that is what scares him the most, of all things. Ever since his first appearance - the very moment that the second half of the Dreamer has been culminated - the world on which he is standing on at this moment has been created with the singular purpose of satisfying the original half of the Dreamer's desire; to forget a devastating tragedy through *any* means necessary.

Though now unsure on what to do, he does find himself a object of self-defense or an object of mass destruction; a shiny knife. With uneasy hands, Omori picks up the knife - happily relieved of the first recognizable object in hand - and prepares to arm himself in case of unexpected anomalies. There is something different about the sharp object, however, and that being the weapon on hand has been tainted with human blood. This shocks the colorless child as he knows that certain real world aspects should not be present in the Dreamer's subconscious, one of them being blood.

This makes him question on a peculiar thought; who has wielded his signature weapon... and why are one of the censored aspects marked on this imaginative weapon? Nevertheless, he doesn't dare to explore any further and wander around aimlessly through the white void, hoping that he stumbles upon a location that is familiar to him. Omori feels something that is aching for it to surface, but he makes sure that they are unable to do so not because it threatens him, but because the strings of overwhelming emotions are essentially suffocating him whilst he has no clue on how address them properly.

Despite the successful attempt, these emotions rise back up once again, now more stronger than ever. As much as he tries to confide them deep inside of him, their yearning of recognition never seems to dissipate that easily. The black-and-white child could just ignore them, but at the different side from the same coin, he is also curious on why these strings of feelings fester up regardless of his best efforts to shun them away. While he is that of a young prepubescent child, he is surprisingly knowledgeable in many aspects in both the real world and from Whitespace to Headspace & has above-average memory. For now, his main objective is to identify the anomaly/anomalies and erase them from existence.

Omori starts deducing on how such an occurrence is possible. As he is aware, there are only two beings that can manipulate this false reality, to which are both the sides of the Dreamer - Sunny and Omori. Another question on hand is how he himself is able to be summoned in the first place, seeing that the only method of his existence to be physically manifested is if the real world iteration has succumbed to a deep trance, allowing the younger iteration to wake and gain supreme control. That, in of itself, is already a questionable happenstance and he believes that an unwelcomed transgression from the outside is the root of the problem. It has to be... right?

Whatever is the cause, Omori continues to tread to the north, south, east, west... wherever he thinks is the correct path, but nothing appears that he remembers... or at the very least use as reference. The child's desperation surfaces and couldn't contain his stone-cold expression as he seems off... the child can't collect himself as simple as it used to be anymore... This surge of distress makes Omori shake and his entire body couldn't stop wiggling in place. Each step they take after burdens him with a great weight that stops him from progression to whatever is out there. He starts to hyperventilate - his breathing patterns are unpredictable as the second side of the Dreamer cannot set it aside easily.