〖◇Ɨм𝕞𝔼𝔯𝕤𝒾𝓸ℕ◇】

A familiar face

(Hello 😈. I'm so sorry it took so long, I'm just stupid. But trust me, this might be worth it. Tw: Fear, Guilt.)

Sunny cowers in front of the door, bracing himself for pain. But.. nothing happens. He keeps his eye closed until he feels a presence in front of him. He reluctantly opened his eye, now looking at Omori.

"..."
Omori tilts his head curiously.
"What are you doing here."
He says quietly, looking intently into his eye. Sunny tenses up slightly, and he stays silent.
Omori sighs and looks over him.

His eyes widen slightly, but he keeps the deadpan look.
"What's with the bandages.. You're dead.. you shouldn't need them."
He narrows his eyes and reaches for Sunny's bandage that was covering his wound.

Sunny freezes and leans back. But, before he can do anything, Omori rips the bandage off.

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Black.
It's all black.
But.. it's a familiar Black, one he's seen through the eyes of the monochromatic boy.

"H͓̽e͓̽l͓̽l͓̽o͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽D͓̽R͓̽E͓̽A͓̽M͓̽E͓̽R͓̽."
An ominous voice called out.
Sunny's e̶y̶e̶s̶  had adjusted to the lack of light and soon landed on a pair of glowing irises.

Sunny's e̶y̶e̶s̶  dilate briefly, seemingly in slight fear.
"D͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽f͓̽r͓̽a͓̽i͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽D͓̽R͓̽E͓̽A͓̽M͓̽E͓̽R͓̽."

"U͓̽n͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽t͓̽u͓̽n͓̽a͓̽t͓̽e͓̽l͓̽y͓̽,͓̽  ͓̽I͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽'͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽h͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽.͓̽ ͓̽B͓̽u͓̽t͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽I͓̽'͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽i͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽o͓̽m͓̽e͓̽t͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽ o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽ t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽ c͓̽o͓̽u͓̽n͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽ o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽ y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽r͓̽ s͓̽u͓̽b͓̽c͓̽o͓̽n͓̽s͓̽c͓̽i͓̽o͓̽u͓̽s͓̽.͓̽"

Stranger.
Its ghostly claw-like hand reaches Sunny's face.
It tilts its head.
"W͓̽h͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽r͓̽e͓̽m͓̽o͓̽v͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽i͓̽s͓̽?͓̽"
It questions, caressing Sunny's cheek, trying to comfort him.

"Omori.."
He says, a slight shake in his words.
Stranger puts its hand to its side.
"O̾f̾ ̾c̾o̾u̾r̾s̾e̾.̾.̾ ̾H̾o̾w̾ ̾i̾m̾m̾a̾t̾u̾r̾e̾.̾"

It pauses.

"̾T̾h̾e̾n̾ ̾a̾g̾a̾i̾n̾,̾ ̾h̾e̾ ̾i̾s̾ ̾t̾w̾e̾l̾v̾e̾.̾"
It remarks, looking into Sunny's e̶y̶e̶s̶. It snaps its fingers, and gauze manifests along its hand. It looks over to Sunny, who looks confused.

"I̴ ̴h̴a̴v̴e̴ ̴f̴i̴g̴u̴r̴e̴d̴ ̴o̴u̴t̴ ̴h̴o̴w̴ ̴t̴o̴ ̴s̴p̴a̴w̴n̴ ̴t̴h̴i̴n̴g̴s̴ ̴o̴u̴t̴ ̴f̴r̴o̴m̴ ̴y̴o̴u̴r̴ ̴s̴u̴b̴c̴o̴n̴s̴c̴i̴o̴u̴s̴.̴"
It says directly, once again reaching for Sunny's face. Sunny obeys, leans his head towards it. Stranger carefully wraps it around his head, stopping at the eye socket.

"W͎h͎e͎n͎ ͎I͎ ͎p͎u͎t͎ ͎t͎h͎i͎s͎ ͎a͎r͎o͎u͎n͎d͎ ͎y͎o͎u͎r͎ ͎e͎y͎e͎,͎ ͎y͎o͎u͎ ͎w͎i͎l͎l͎ ͎w͎a͎k͎e͎ ͎b͎a͎c͎k͎ ͎u͎p͎ ͎i͎n͎ ͎w͎h͎i͎t͎e͎s͎p͎a͎c͎e͎.͎ ͎S͎i͎n͎c͎e͎ ͎y͎o͎u͎ ͎c͎u͎r͎r͎e͎n͎t͎l͎y͎ ͎a͎r͎e͎ ͎u͎n͎c͎o͎n͎s͎c͎i͎o͎u͎s͎."
It warns. Before Sunny can protest, it finishes covering up his wound.

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Sunny opens his eyes to..
Omori, looking down at him, with a cliff faced expression.
"Wakey wakey.."
He mumbles, poking his cheek.
Sunny hastily sits up and looks down at himself.
... why does he have different clothes on now?

He then remembers Stranger's words and sighs.

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Basil lies in his hospital bed.
Thinking.
He's gotten the news of Sunny's suicide.
He turns his head to the clock.
8:23AM.
A full day, after Sunny's passing.
...
He didn't commit suicide..
It.. it was just.. something behind him.
Yes.
It's no one's fault.
Just something behind him...

...
As odd as it sounds, however.
He's not sad.
He just feels... hollow.
As if he was just wood.
Meaningless wood.
Only needed if someone needs help.
He blinks a couple of times, leaving his dissociative state.

He relaxes into the soft pillows of the bed and looks up at the ceiling.
Counting the tiles.

"1"
"2"
"3"
"4"
"5-"

The door opens.
"Basil..?"
A meek voice rang out through the room.
His eyes, glance to the door.
Polly.
The door creaks open slowly, as if nervous about the tension.

"Basil.."
Polly says contently, letting her eyes rest on his face.
"O-oh.. hi Polly."
Basil greets with a sheepish smile on his face.

Polly quickly scurries to his bedside, setting out a chair for herself.
"Oh, thank goodness you're alright, you had me scared to death!"
She says shakily.

Basil chuckles nervously.
"I-i apologize, I didn't mean to worry anyone.."
He says clearing his throat.
Pollys face soon grows to a more serious expression.

"Basil.. are you okay?"
She asks lowly.
Basil's eyes widen, a little taken aback.
"Why wouldn't I be..?"
Polly furrows her brows.

"I've heard about your friend, are you sure you're okay?"
She says, changing her expression to a more understanding one.
Basil grips onto the bedsheets hesitantly.

"U-uhm-"
The door opens again.
"I'm sorry, visiting has been cut short for today."
The nurse says, a kindhearted smile on her face.

Polly sighs Irritatedly, and stands up.
"Alright ma'am. I'll be taking my leave."
With that, she slowly walks out of the room, the nurse following soon after.

Basil sighs in relief.
He feels somewhat lucky that the nurse came in so conveniently.
He honestly didn't want to talk about how he felt..
Are his feelings really valid?
He's lost everyone..
Wait no..-
He still has his friends.
But.. are they his friends?
Maybe they just pity him, I mean.
He's just so.. weak. And sensitive.

He would've killed himself by now.
But.. that's selfish.
He's selfish..
So..
So..
selfish.

(That's it for now! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Cause I had fun making it. And if anyone knows what 823 means in pager code? 🙇🙇 love ya. But anyways audios! 913 words.)