Omoriboy x Reader

(🫀) Chapter Two

( Edited on February 10th, 2023. )

( Edited, EDITED on February 3rd, 2024. )

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You blinked your eyes open to see the dreadful white of the supposed ceiling of this.. 'room'. You noticed that the voice inside your head had ceased to narrate, and even though you found that somewhat confusing; you couldn't help but thank this nightmare.

In your opinion, it is one of the most horror-filling thing that you could witness. Even if it didn't exactly strike terror, the disappointment you get from waking up here was enough for you to be scared. It was definitely getting to your head.

You wished you could close your eyes and go back to the kitchen, even if the person behind you and the voice in your head did sound a little too unappealing. At least you could've been with someone, right? Well, you supposed it was also too late for that.

You rolled onto your stomach, hauling yourself up. You groaned. Your head really hurt, and your legs felt like jelly. Maybe you should try to exercise more. Being here wasn't.. all bad. You felt somewhat at peace here, even if it probably was a little too light for your taste. You dusted off your sweater.

Wait, your sweater? Weren't you wearing pjs before? You looked down, surprised to see that you were fit into a black sweater and black shorts. There were also knee-high socks, which were white instead. You blinked. It wasn't too bad, just a little surprising. You picked at the sleeves of 'your' sweater before yawning and turning your head to look around.

Your eyes caught ahold of the lightbulb that hung from god-knows-where. It mocked you. The eternal darkness that swirled inside it tempted you to tug it from where it was, almost begging for you to touch it. It was kind of cold, you noticed, and lightbulbs were hot; right? It wasn't a bad idea. You slowly made your way to it, silently cursing it under your breath while also caught in your own trance.

You had to stop yourself from burning your hands. How stupid could you be? Maybe that voice was right. You didn't notice the slight patter of feet against the ground, nor did you hear the slow breathing of whoever it belonged to. All you noticed was that you hated the lightbulb for no apparent reason and that you were appalled to have agreed to someone in your head. But you did notice them once they had reached right behind you, forgetting the term 'personal space'.

You could feel their hot breath against your neck, and you scrunched your nose in disgust. But then it hit you; someone was behind you. You stopped breathing for about a second before the same fear struck you yet again. You really needed to catch a break.

You could hear your heart beating very loudly in your ears. Could they hear it? If so, that'd be a little embarrassing. A hand grasped your shoulder, and out of the corner of your eye you could make out the freakishly white skin of the thing behind you. It was apparent they weren't human.

A quiet, almost bittersweet sound reached your ears. It was lightly felt, though, as the layers of terror that engulfed you were far too bigger than their voice.

"Hi."

...

You stopped. Just for a moment. They were a male, judging by how they sounded. And by how they didn't try to hurt you just yet, they were being docile. For the time being, maybe. You swallowed a lump that was forming in your throat. They seemed to snap out of it as they let go of your shoulder and stepped in front of you.

They were taller than you by an inch. They had messy black hair, with blacker-eyes, as dull as they were. It was kind of scary at how they had no pupils. They wore a simple black tank top with long, black socks - somewhat like yours. They also had white with black striped shorts on. It was a simple look. They tilted their head at you, supposedly confused at who you were yourself. They didn't seem to breathe much as they didn't do it as much as someone should.

Whilst you contemplated what to say, they shuffled backwards. They opened their mouth, a simple "Hello, again," falling out of their mouth and into your ears. They blinked at you. You supposed they thought you were odd, as you did just appear out of nowhere. You were misplaced, almost.

They stared at you, awaiting a response. You snapped out of your thoughts - how rude of you! You coughed into your wrist. "Ah, hi.." You internally flinched at how pathetic your voice sounded; you hadn't talked louder than a whisper in a while.

They seemed fine with it, though, as they just nodded their head along. They then turned to look behind them. Their voice echoed again, and now you could faintly hear the rasp that filled it. Almost like they themselves hadn't talked in a while. "I've seen you a few times before," they paused, taking a second to glance at you and search your face before turning their body away. "And, I'd like to ask for your name."

You felt bewildered. They had seen you before? Then why hadn't they tried to help? Or go up to you before? You shook your head before noticing they were walking away. You decided that following them would help, so you jogged up to set a stride next to them. You opened your mouth, your name slipping past your lips before you knew it. Bile rose up in your throat once it did.

"My name's Y/N."