The wind rushes past your ears, whistling in merriment. You're approaching your house now, and abruptly turn around to face all your friends following behind you. Pushing the flower crown out of your face, you grab your camera hanging around your neck and place it at eye level.
"Say cheese!"
Pressing down on the worn-out button, a light flashes as you snap a picture.
"Aww it came out kind of blurry," You smile, examining the image, "Well, that's okay, that gives it character. Hope you don't mind the photo."
Aubrey's face lights up and she rushes over to see. Soon, everyone is crowding around you, eager to see the latest edition to the photo album.
Of course, no moment goes undisturbed by the infamous disputes of Kel and Aubrey. They start pushing each other, trying to get a better look at the precious album. You desperately try to set out the blazing fire of their anger, but to no avail.
With a single nudge, Aubrey stumbles into you and you fall over, sprawled on the floor. Photos spill out from the album and flutter to the ground like falling leaves.
"Oh my gosh, Basil, I'm so sorry..." Frantic apologies can barely get through your throbbing head, but you try to ignore it. Accidents always happen, it's no use getting worked up.
Beckoning them into your house, they all help to put the photos back into their places. You thank them for their help and flip through the pages, smiling in satisfaction.
Mari teaching everyone how to make flower crowns, Omori and Kel giving up after countless tries, Aubrey getting watermelon seeds all over her face. All of them there, and unharmed.
Standing up, a single photo slips out from the book, floating down onto the wooden floor. You crouch down to pick it up, but then a strange feeling washes over you.
"Huh? What is this? Did I take this photo?" You question out loud. Something about it seemed...so familiar.
Mari...she-
A blank look remains on your face, as you drop the photo from your hands.
The image of a broken violin shattered at the bottom of a staircase. The truth. 2 days left.
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The Impact of OMORI
HorrorWelcome to white space. You've been living here for as long as you can remember. White space is white and empty, consisting of only a tissue box to 'wipe your sorrows away', a computer, sketchbook, black lightbulb, and Mewo, your cat. A place simply...
