Content: hangry Kel, implied eating disorder, ARFID, thoughts of death/suicide, panic/rant, Omori committing minor arson, vomit, chess, Auby, gay.
Image above explains what ARFID is.
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Sunny took a deep breath, setting his stuff beside his bed. He sat down, setting his hands in his lap. His gaze was directed at the floor. He takes another deep breath.
Slowly, his gaze wandered to his nightstand, landing on the white fabric of his old eyepatch. His mind began to wander. He didn't need the eyepatch anymore. But he kept in case he did.
No one ever told him he'd need it again. Eye injuries like that aren't common enough that it would happen again. Besides, who would aim for the same eye twice? Only an idiot would.
Sunny hadn't been able to think about anything else since Kel brought up the eyepatch. The event that caused it. Some dumb bitch in elementary school who decided it would be a good idea to shove his face in playground mulch.
He was caught completely off guard and didn't manage to get his eyes closed before he made contact with the ground. And he had gotten so much dirt and woodchips in his goddamn eye. They thought that they had properly disinfected it, but a few weeks later of Sunny complaining his eye still hurt he was brought back to the hospital to get it checked.
And then a week later, he went in for surgery, and left with one eye and an eyepatch over the other. That dumb bitch never got in trouble for it. Instead Omori did because he beat the shit out of that dumb bitch.
Sunny still sees the dumb bitch around sometimes. There were a few times where they made eye contact, but they never interacted more than that. Thankfully, Omori never saw dumb bitch again.
The only downside from the whole situation, besides Sunny losing his fucking depth perception, was that he was now irrationally angry at mulch. Fucking mulch. Not the person who caused him to lose his eye. Not the doctors for doing a shit job of disinfecting his eye. No, he was angry at the mulch. THE GODDAMN MULCH.
M U L C H.
Other than that, he was fine. It's not like he liked having both of his goddamn eyes.
...That was sarcasm. He much preferred having both of his eyes.
But that was whatever. He can't go back to that. What's done is done, no takesies backsies.
But the eyepatch.
The eyepatch was useless. He didn't need it. He should just get rid of it. He might. He will. Any second now. He'll get up. And throw away the eyepatch. He will. He's gonna do it. He's not afraid to get rid of it. The eyepatch was made by the damned and deserves to join the damned in garbage hell. He's about to do it. Any second now. The trash can is right across the room. And the eyepatch is right in front of him. All he has to do is grab. It. Walk over to the. Trash can. And. Throw it. Away. He can do it. It's not like it'll kill him if he touches it. But wait. What if it does. What if it does kill him. Oh god. It'll kill him in his sleep if he doesn't throw it away. But It'll also kill him in his sleep if he does throw it away. Are eyepatches sentient? No. Yes. Maybe. Definitely. Wait no. Hold on. I don't know. Maybe they are. But they can't be. They're fabric. Fabric isn't alive. But fabric comes from living creatures. So fabric has to be alive too. Does that mean his clothes are alive? Is his bed alive? Is his entire house alive and just slowly digesting him? No. Bricks aren't alive. But the fabric inside is. Okay. Here's the real question. Are mirrors portals to other dimensions? No that's stupid why would you ask that? Because it seems like a valid explanation for those creepy ass mirror pictures of the person in the mirror being a demon while the person in front of the mirror is normal. Why is it always women in those pictures? But those are photoshopped. Yeah those are totally all photoshopped. You're just paranoid. I'm not paranoid you're paranoid.
