WELCOME TO WHITE SPACE.
YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER.
The eyes of a boy woke up and he started breathing heavily. He looked at the ceiling and the floor he’d found himself in. It was another void, but coloured white this time. Looking at the black and white objects around him, he’d realized this was White Space. The boy then looked at his hand. While pale, the skin wasn’t pitch-white and he wasn’t wearing a tank top. He wasn’t Omori right now; he was the teenage hikikomori: Sunny. He was certain of this theory because the real Omori was beside him, staring blankly at a wall.
Sunny’s time to piece together what had happened was cut short when something irregular happened. His door to Headspace creaked open. It was incredibly rare for someone who wasn’t Omori to open it. Madotsuki stood there and looked at the laptop, sketchbook and sleeping cat. She seemed to take interest in them. However, she looked at the back of Omori and seemed visually frightened by the boy. The fact that Madotsuki had to use her own worst fears to fight him was telling of how she’d felt about Sunny’s alter ego.
She turned her eyes to Sunny. He was one of the few human-looking people she’d seen while sleeping, and his confused face was more approachable than Omori’s blank stare. She gave him a look of sympathy, yet gestured her hand for him to join him outside. She was basically saying to him ‘I don’t like that guy. Can I fight you instead?’ And Sunny nodded his head, getting the message.
violin and its bow manifested into his hands and he walked towards Madotsuki, who’d already left through the door. Before he left, he gave a final look to Omori, who’d started to turn his head to give his signature emotionless look. Sunny turned back and left White Space.
The floor was a hellish red. The walls were a hellish red. Everything was a hellish red. With corners turning every way and halls very claustrophobic, the Red Maze was as terrifying as ever. Madotsuki walked out of the door that had led her to White Space, followed by Sunny. She turned with her knife
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Sunny’s now taller chest, but the teen blocked it using his violin. He pushed Madotsuki back, but she came in once again to slice him. He avoided each attempt to cut him by using his bow to catch the swings. He then used the violin to bat Madotsuki in the face, sending her stumbling a few feet back. Sunny got into position and slid the bow across his violin’s strings, making the sound of said instrument. (Zingzingzing!)
The magic of the violin transformed into yellow slashes of light that headed to Madotsuki. The first slice was blocked by her knife. The second was lower, but she managed to catch it the same way. The third went towards her head and was faster.
It hit her in the face, blasting her with an energy that felt...odd. Not like a hit from anger, but a hit from acceptance. No matter how hard it was to describe, Madotsuki knew taking hits was a bad idea. After recovering, she changed effects (blulalala) to gain a spirit headband. And, as she did best, vanished from her opponent’s sight. Sunny was no longer surprised by this and turned around...not to find her. So he rushed towards where she’d used to be and found nothing. He went further down the hallway and turned the corner...only to realize that he was now seemingly alone
But you’re never truly alone in your mind. He quested around the complex battleground, turning corner after corner, and he found nothing...Nothing but distorted noises were starting to fill his ear. He was starting to see the shapes in his eyes. The shapes of the crooked malformed demon that once was the girl everyone loved. The girl he’d taken away from the world...As the world of red seemed to close in on him...he focused. He breathed. He knew it wasn’t as scary as it seemed…
