The Impact of OMORI

☆CHAPTER 7☆

It is now that I put yet another warning because the truth isn't the happiest story on earth. Although it isn't necessarily disturbing, there is a dead body and 2 traumatized children, as well as sensitive topics.

A fresh breeze ruffles your hair, and a sweet melody of birdsong graces your ears. Looking around, you're standing on a pathway surrounded by trees, leading straight towards a metal gate.

Spotting a photo on the ground, you pick it up.

Rays of sunshine peek through the branches of a tree. Strange.

The gate creaks open, and you proceed onwards, finding yet another photo on the ground.

The same setting, but this time, from a different perspective. The sun sets behind a fence that borders the background.

Looking back up, you see Basil waiting for you in front of a huge blossoming tree. He smiles at you, as you run towards him.

'Sunny, you're finally here. I've always dreamed that you would come back for me, but maybe it's too late. The truth of that day will be hard to accept. When you see it...you have to stay strong. And if you can, please...forgive me.' Basil hands you an empty photo album and steps aside, revealing a hole at the bottom of the trunk. He looks at you one more time, with a sense of sadness in his eyes, as you squeeze through the gap.

It's dark inside. Redish light filters through the windows of what seems to be your house, but you can't see a thing. Your mother sits on the couch staring at an empty TV.

'My only daughter...is gone. And you...you are my only son. I can't...lose you as well.' She mutters under her breath.

Turning back, you desperately grab at the door, but it's locked.

Even if it was open, you can't go back now. The truth is waiting.

Feeling your way through the pitch black, your foot nudges against something on the ground. Another photo.

Squinting, you make out what seems to be a wall, but that's about it.

That's when it hits you. These pictures, they're the pieces to the puzzle.

Scrambling to your feet, you scour the room once more, finally coming across another piece of paper.

Basil is sliding open a familiar door, leading to a group of trees that look suspiciously like your backyard. He looks terrified.

Chills run down your spine; you want to get out of here as soon as possible. Running through rows upon rows of hospital beds, lined up in an eerie room. Stumbling down seemingly never-ending stairs, collecting all the photos you can find. A huge stage, clearly set up for performance. A room full of instruments, and a lounge with a single couch and lamp. The lamp is empty.

You screw in the lightbulb, and find the one more photo, lying on the floor. Your eyes widen in disbelief at the sight of it. No...this can't be true. Tears well up in your eyes but you have to keep going. Keep going for Mari. Keep going for Basil.

A door opens, and you enter a familiar landscape, the same trees surrounding a path that you saw at the start. However, everything looks just a bit darker now, and you get an eerie feeling. Approaching the large tree that Basil had stood in front of before, a rope hangs from the branch. The last remaining picture lies at it's base, and you hesitantly pick it up.