☺︎︎𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔☹︎ - 🅞︎🅜︎🅞︎🅡︎🅘︎ 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬

I Miss You So Much

Just a normal weekend... One that is pretty much ordinary and uninteresting as each passing hour of the day - whatever day and time it is today - doesn't bring anything interesting to the table. It's a typical moment for the monochromatic twelve-year old as he gets up from his trance-like state and finds himself back at Whitespace. The hollow space to which the Dreamer has manifested subconsciously to defend the original entity of any unusual anomalies from the outside world. Recently, however, he unconsciously strays far from his purpose each time he rises up with a new memory from the outside world.

This time around, Omori sits down on the ground whilst searching some questionable sites online... most certainly not the ones that are age-restricted. Though... that's all he can do since the only application in his laptop is the Internet - which has poor connection service - and nothing else. The black-and-white kid then decides to stare directly at the light-mode screen until his eyes have been strained and is forced to look away, hoping that his piece of technology would get better service one day.

As he finishes surfing through the net for any above average news, the bland child then picks up his personal journal and flips through the numerous pages, which contains the owner's input of the day and obscene drawings as well as artistic creations that were made not by pen or pencil, that's for sure. After skimming through the pages to make sure no wrinkles are present, he sketches yet another strange-looking drawing. He takes his sweet time to think of a topic on what to draw for today, as the monochromatic child struggles to be decisive at times.

The one in particular, however, is nothing short of hideous. As Omori visions his most recent artwork, he stares at it for a whole minute. Most people would assume that such creation is simply a child's abstract imagination and that it shouldn't be taken literally the majority of the time but his series of sketches as of right now displays a spiraling black abyss consuming a human whole. In the next page, as the being has seemingly left abruptly, the whole fantasy world seems to be in shambles as the light has been shunned from the world.

In the last one, the darkness resurfaces once more only to reveal that the living being in question has been completely ravaged by whatever creatures are lurking beyond the vast emptiness as the human lies down on the ground, bleeding rapidly. The most peculiar of all is that there are no physical signs of struggle from the mortally wounded, yet his entire being seems yelping for help as if some unknown force has broken the person to their absolute limit. The expression of unbearable pain is quite obvious from the human that they beg for someone to end them right this instant as they cannot tolerate the anguish any more.

Nobody is there...

Due to the absence of any living human, the bloodied being stands up with all of his willpower intact and in one final act, they slam their head downwards to the ground with the intent to end it all. Despite the amount of times they have been causing themselves agonizing self-harm as they just keep smashing themselves, the person would not die... They keep repeating the same action over... and over... and over... and over... and over... and over... and over... and over again... until he is unable to open their eyes, much less move an inch where they are standing.

The last panel showcases the once determined soul now with a cracked skull as it keeps leaking out blood. Their face is beyond recognition and the endless void swallows the dead man whole once more. This time... never to be seen again. Finalizing his series of sketches for today, Omori plops his personal journal where it has been when he picked it up.

... Let's say his artistic skills wouldn't do his disturbing drawing justice.

Once he finished revealing to himself to be a sociopath at heart, Omori goes over to his lazy, yet cute black cat named Mewo - who has been on its position for quite a long while. It's getting to the point where the feline is comfortable at its posture and any sporadic movement would not only frighten the poor animal, but would also need a substantial amount of time for the black creature to get used to walking. The silent child has the unbreakable urge to pet it and feed it a lot until it becomes fat... maybe that's why they don't want to move from their spot, Omori thinks to himself.