ｏｍｏｒｉ： １０ ｙｅａｒｓ (2022 ver)

a dream?

warnings: insanity

I opened my eyes to be coated in dirt again. Great. I had just washed that vest. It was stained with ugly patches, and there were rocks digging into my body... or, rather Yuki's. I was still half white as snow, half my normal human self. Well, I wasn't really me either. I sat up and looked around. No tiny children attaching themselves to me. Barely any light, just an old lamp that was almost burnt out. I dusted myself off, getting up and gripping onto the lamp's handle. The place smelt like dirt and rocks, with a distinct yet faint hint of strawberry frosting. Decaying plants coated the floors. And, a thought danced around my mind...

...Sprout moles.

I didn't know what a sprout mole was, at least, I didn't think I did. I may have not consciously remembered, but something dawned on me... Sunny probably doesn't know sprout moles, Omori does. And, Omori knew that I was in the Sprout Mole Village.

I chose to wander around. Where were the kids? They had ran off. What if they were in danger? Thoughts began to race through my mind. Basil, Kel, Aubrey... I swore on my own life at that moment that I'd find them. The place had changed a lot since I had last been there. It was overgrown, rotting, and despairingly empty. The Sweetheart merchandising had began to peel, and it looked like it had some purposeful rips. I quickened my pace. Something had felt unsafe about there, a gut instinct. My gut was right.

I swung open the door leading to Sweetheart's Castle, and it let me in easily. It took me a while, but I eventually remembered the way around. It was mangled and destroyed and disgusting. There was stains of what I could only pray was jam in splatters on the walls and floors. But, after a while of searching, I could hear footsteps. The sound of clacking heels. I cursed under my breath, rushing through the closest door. And, what was on the other side shocked me.

I had wandered into the Royal Gallery, once filled with extravagant paintings. But, they had been vandalised and drawn over in scribbled writing.

LOWLY PEASANTS

HERO, MY HERO

YOUR SMILE CHARMS ME :)

TRUST NOBODY

LOATHE EVERYBODY

THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME THEY BROKE ME

IS NOTHING REAL HERE?

IS EVERYTHING REAL HERE?

NEVER MEET YOUR HEROES

FUCKING HELL

AM I WORTHLESS?

HEART-BREAK

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~

"...What is this..?" I murmured, running my fingers gently over the text. It had dried and began to peel off of the half-mounted illustrations. Statues were in shards. Paintings had been split in half. And, those simple phrases began to repeat themselves across every wall, written in hot pink. It looked like somebody had finally snapped. But, the footsteps got louder and louder, so I needed to hide. I dodged behind one of the pillars, slapping a hand over my mouth and taking in a sharp inhale.