The Impact of OMORI

☆INTRODUCTION☆

Hellloooooooooo...and welcome to 'The Impact of Omori'!

You may have come here from my other story, 'Sharp Croissants Have Stolen The Title', or you're completely new! Or you're obsessed with omori-

Either way, I welcome you all into my humble little home of Whitespace. 

The Impact of Omori is not much of a deep dive into the omori iceberg, or an original story. It's just my own writing on the plot of this incredible game. It does cut off a lot, so even if you decide to read this, I beg you, PLAY THE GAME OR WATCH THE PLAYTHROUGHS. So worth it.

By the way, I update this daily, as the entire thing is already written out. They might be a bit short due to this but it might just enhance your experience to focus on one part at a time.

Just a disclaimer, this story that I am about to tell is based on an RPG named Omori. I would really recommend it, however it is a psychological horror and there are some depictions of suicide and trauma, as well and scary or disturbing moments. I apologise if you feel uncomfortable at some point, but be warned. Spoilers ahead.

I recommend taking mental notes in your head while you're reading as there are hidden details that may matter later in the story, and help the plot come together a little bit better, plus, they're cool. It might help to read each chapter again, to spot these small details.

This was originally a 7000 word speech that got turned down due to it taking 48 minutes to read, so you may spot bits and pieces in there that I forgot to edit to turn it into a story. Anyway, have fun unravelling the mystery of the truth!

Credit to OMOCAT and the team for creating this amazing game.

Why hello there, I've been awaiting you. Welcome to my little home, I call it Whitespace. It's not much, but there's a lot of empty space, I'm sure you can just wriggle in somewhere. There's no one else here except for you, me, and Mewo, a cat. Mewo isn't mine, as their previous owner has moved on, but I almost feel a connection to her, as if she understands that I'm her only companion now.

Today, I'm here to introduce you to 4 children, the best of friends, who always stick together. Their names are: 'Hero, Aubrey, Basil...and Mari.'

You may be wondering who they are, and what it is that's so...great about them. Well, they're your new friends.

No need to thank me, Mewo and I have already had our fair share of excuses explaining how life is unfair and you're forever lonely. No. Not anymore.

These are your typical 12 (and 14)-year-olds who go on adventures, make flower crowns, and settle disputes. The memories that they made, the fears that they pushed through together, they were the definition of inseparable.

You must be thinking, 'Wow, what a privilege to be a part of such a wonderful friend group!' Indeed it is, until you wake up in bed gasping, sweat dripping down your forehead, and that privilege is taken away from you.

It was just a dream. Just. A dream. An oasis tucked inside your mind where you can escape from reality...and meet Hero, Aubrey, Basil and Mari just like you did when you were younger.

Fast forward time, you're 16 now, and so is everyone else. Aubrey has her own gang and despises you. Basil is closed off and sensitive, Kel has tried to move on, maintaining his positive demeanour by playing sports and making new friends, while Hero is 18, and away at college.

Where is Mari? Mari, the one that Aubrey admired, and the only other girl that she had by her side. Mari, always helping to calm down Kel and Aubrey's many disputes. Mari, who loved to fill Basil's photo album. Mari, Hero's love interest, they obviously had something going on. Mari, your beloved older sister who always looked out for you. Mari...the one who committed suicide and tore apart the group.

Remember what I said at the story? Scrap that, you know fully well that I'm not here to give you some friends (no matter how much you wish that I was). I'm here to talk about a heartbreaking story of facing reality, one that might not be real, but can certainly be related to the real world.

It is this masterpiece that has inspired me to treasure every moment I have with the people I care about. After all, we're all hiding from 'something', aren't we?