〖◇Ɨм𝕞𝔼𝔯𝕤𝒾𝓸ℕ◇】

Crossing.

(Hello 🥰🥰 epic story time ⏲️ TW: stuff and idk)

Aubrey pov]

After silently crying for what felt like hours. Even though it's only been like what? 10 minutes? It's probably because of the constant thoughts running through my head all at once..- But that doesn't matter.

I finally stop crying, wiping away the access tears off my now red Irritated eyes. I lay down and onto the soft sheets of my bed. Staring at the ceiling. My eyelids slowly start to droop. I let out a small, contented sigh. Letting my eyes close.

And I slowly drift off to sleep..

Oyasumi.

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I slowly open my eyes, and it's a bit blurry. As my eyes adjust to the light, they immediately get assaulted by bright and vibrant colors. I sit up, and I rub the back of my head.

Soon enough, my eyes meet a set of purple ones.

"Guys!! The cool girls awake!" The little girl exclaimed. Her looks and her voice sounded familiar.. She almost.. looked like me. It's probably what they call dream logic, though..

I blink a few times at her, wondering if this is a dream or not. I bring my hand up, and I lightly pinch my forearm.

It didn't hurt.

I sigh in relief, and I once again look up at the little girl looming over me.
She tilts her head confused. "Why'd you pinch yourself?" The vibrant girl asked curiously. I simply give her a shrug. "No reason." I say dismissively. I'm not really taking her too seriously since this is a dream.

Her outburst seemed to have alerted the other people in the room.

2 more people walk up to me.

"Why's her hair Humphrey colored?"
One of them say, bluntly.
"Hey, you can't say that to a random stranger, Kel." The other scolded.

I raise an eyebrow. 'Kel, huh? I guess this is some dream world my mind made up. Maybe I'm finally going insane.' I thought. The older boy, who I assumed was 'Hero,' smiled down at me.

"Hi." He said warmly. "Who are you?" The vibrant boy asked.
I ponder for a second. 'I shouldn't tell them my name.. they'd freak out.. - ' My thoughts are cut off by the younger.. more annoying, Kel.

"Y'know, she kinda looks like Aubrey!" He exclaims. His eyes darted from me to the other me.

What a stupid situation this is..
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Sunny pov]

It's been.. a long couple of hours.
'What time is it? How long am I gonna be here? How are my friends doing?' Useless thoughts were swirling around my brain all at the same time.

The only thing keeping me sane was Omori. Although it was bittersweet.
We just played card games all day.
And it's kinda stressful.. when you're technically playing a game with yourself. Also, when you have no idea how to play this..

"... Go fish."
I say, placing a card in front of my lookalike. He looked up at me, disappointed look lacing his blank face.

"This is.. solitaire."
He replied.

"How do you even know how to play? You're me, and I don't know how to play solitaire." I say, frustrated.

He furrowed his brows.
He placed a few cards down.
"I win."
He said, looking at me with the same cliff faced look.

I sigh in defeat. My eye shifted over to the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It seemed.. different. Maybe that's just my mind playing tricks with me again.

I start to reminisce. How long has it been? Only a couple of hours from when I first got here.. I wonder how long I'm gonna be here..-

I feel a sudden sensation rubbing my side, I look down. And well, it's Mewo. I sigh in relief, and I pet her as she responds with little purrs.
Seeing that, put a light smile on my face.
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Audrey's pov (again)]

After being asked so many questions, they finally stopped nagging me. 'Kel' ran up to this white door. He started banging on it, to my dismay.

"Omori!! Omori!! Open up there's this girl here, and I think she's demented!!" He said with a whine.
This dream feels really.. how do I say.. vivid, for some strange reason.

'Kel' looked into the keyhole, trying to find whoever this 'Omori' person is. I paid no mind, as I checked out the scenery. The room oddly resembled the treehouse.

Well.. except it's all.. colorful. But, that part is obvious. I'm starting to think they're onto me. Since I look like the little me. But I can't really blame them. I used to be that vibrant little girl, but that's.. not who I am anymore.

My attention turns back to the door as it opens. The door doesn't make a sound, as someone steps out the seemingly white room.

Is.. that 'Sunny'?

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(812 words 😔)