Whitespace was a place that made Sunny both comfortable and skirmish. The vast expanse of nothingness served both as home and the unknown. He felt something was off, like the earth had stopped moving, or the sun decided to die. Everything felt bleak and static.
In the corner of his eye, something - no, someone - moved. An alternate him that wasn't quite him. Someone better, stronger, smarter...happier.
This mirage that wasn't quite a mirage stared at Sunny, leaning his - its - chin on its knee. The thing shouldn't have a gender. Yet Sunny felt compelled to give it - him - one.
"Aren't you delightful." The thing said it as more of a question. It - Omori - stared him down, two empty voids, yet one was clearly stronger than the other.
Stronger, smarter, happier.
"..." Omori remained silent until he didn't. If his words showed compassion, his tone and actions certainly didn't. In fact, he had never felt colder.
"You're ruining yourself. Face it." Sunny ignored those words, turning away from Omori. Omori faded away into nothingness, a shadow.
It seemed life a peaceful life, being a shadow. All you had to do was follow someone around without a care in the world, while the actual person had to deal with troublesome problems. It seemed like a dream.
Sunny groaned and sat up, cutting off his train of thoughts. His eyes were sore from too little, yet too many things to see. The only thing that wasn't white was a black lightbulb that hung from no visible ceiling. It looked like it didn't hold any purpose on the surface. It didn't shed light. The darkness inside of it swirled around, trying to break out. Hopefully, the glass wouldn't break anytime soon. The string holding it up seemed to go on forever. Maybe it did.
...He felt ill. Sunny didn't feel like going into Headspace. He pulled out a knife that was sticking out of his back pocket and hesitantly stabbed himself, right in the stomach. He doubled over, wincing at the pain.
Obviously, stabbing one's guts was never a fun thing to experience. Unless one enjoyed pain. Which Sunny didn't.
When Sunny woke up, he was in a car. Him and his family were on their way to the airport that was a couple hours away from their home - house, he should say. They were heading straight to Japan. It had been Mari's, his sister's, dream to attend UA, a prestigious school for young heroes in training. The whole family even learned Japanese for this dream of hers. A horrible few years it had been, learning how to speak one of the most difficult languages in the world.
Now...He wished it was longer.
But now is not the time for that.
"Sunny, we're here...Oh! You're already awake. Get ready to get out, alright sweetie?" Sunny's mom had become frail with sorrow, her hair more gray and her eyes sunken. Sunny rarely saw her, his overworked dad even more so. Omori quickly grabbed his backpack from the seat next to him-the one that Mari used to occupy during their travels-and set it on his lap. As soon as they parked the car, they headed out, dragging their luggage behind them.
...
Sunny hadn't been able to sleep on the plane, despite waking up early for the long flight. He felt a nagging sense of self-loathing for deciding to leave his friends behind. Deciding that it was for the best, he shoved those negative thoughts aside and stared out the window, the plane heading towards the ground. A smooth landing it had been. They were now officially in Japan. Sunny stared at the seat in front of him. He noticed that the person in front sensed his gaze and shifted uncomfortably, so he decided to look back out the window for the remaining few minutes.
Now, he was standing in front of his new home, which only slightly resembled his old home. It had a different layout, obviously, but there was still an empty bedroom.
It was as if Mari was still there. Sunny...no, Omori hated it.
...
It had been a few weeks now, and it was currently 9 p.m. The UA entrance exam was going to start tomorrow. The long wait had been nerve wracking, but now Sunny felt a sort of relief. He decided that he would spend the rest of the day training.
In other words, sleeping.
He knew it sounded stupid, but Omori wasn't really lacking anything physically. He was quite strong, if anything, despite him looking so...fragile. Even so, they spent the last couple of weeks training in preparation for the entrance exam. Now, Sunny was trying to get Omori to control his emotions better, but...
A dead sister and hallucinations were not the best things to work with.
When he woke up, Omori was sitting cross-legged. He was looking through the sketchbook that he had been doodling in. The cover, worn with time, had initially had Sunny's name scribbled on it. Later, however, he had scratched his own name out and wrote 'Omori'.
His handwriting wasn't good, so it was a little difficult to read. As of right now, he was looking at a picture of a slab of meat that was soaked in blood. "...Maybe veal."
Omori glanced at Sunny, looked back at his artwork that was totally worthy of being shown to Picasso himself, then closed the sketchbook silently. The two of them weren't much for conversation, so they parted ways. Omori went off to Headspace, and Sunny stayed in Whitespace. He played with his adorable cat, Mewo, to pass the time, yet it still passed as quickly as a slug with the weight of the world on its slimy shell.
When he heard a distinct and muffled ringing sound, he stood up and stabbed himself again. He woke up in his comfortable bed, like usual. Sunny reached over and turned off his alarm clock, the horrid screeching finally ceasing. After staying still for a couple of minutes, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, missing the warmth of his comforters.
His mom left a post-it note on the mirror..."Good morning, Sunny! Be sure to brush your teeth and do all of your chores before you head off. I'm so proud of you!-Mom" What a kind message.
Sunny threw the note away.
He couldn't get his mind off of her death, no matter how hard he tried. It still sent a shiver down his spine whenever he thought of it. That look on her face still haunted him.
He shook his head as if to chase those thoughts away and headed downstairs. It was still pretty dark outside. The unsettling feeling that someone was watching his every move stayed with him as he headed down the stairs. The stairs creaked rather loudly. He tip-toed down, but it didn't help. Finally, he made it to the first floor. He walked to the kitchen. His mother left yet another post-it note on the counter...
"Be sure to eat something healthy! Your only chores are to wash the dishes and clean up your room. Have a nice day, Sunny!-Mom" Completely ignoring the first part of the letter, Sunny opened the fridge and grabbed a chocolate chip muffin. He nibbled away at it, peeling the wrapper off of it.
...It was stale.
After washing the dishes, Sunny brushed his teeth, his hair, and changed. He felt nervous, going outside. To a hero school, nevertheless. He was sure to meet some...interesting characters. That's a nice way to say it, right? Wasn't a good personality part of being a good hero?
...If that was the case, Sunny was, to put it lightly, screwed.
After a while, Sunny was ready to go. The clothing that he threw on in a hurry were rather flexible. He stepped outside, glad that it was at least warm today. He headed to school, not wanting to take a bus. He was crossing the street, when suddenly...
"Look out!" Someone crashed into Sunny, sending him tumbling forwards in the middle of the road.
'...Shit.'
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(📌HEAVILY EDITING)Headspace | Omori x Mha
Fanfiction"I need to tell you something." "...You did...what?" ~~~ I do not own Omori or Mha. This was just an I idea that popped into my head earlier. I do not own any of the art or videos inside. This book contains swearing, violence, gore, etc.
