Omoriboy x Reader

(🫀) Chapter Three

(A/N) 

I'm so sorry for being inactive for (about) two years. My mental health hasn't been great at all and I've mostly felt burnt out and unable to come up with any energy to do anything at all. Although I am writing this at 1 AM, I still hope you guys enjoy the end result. 

Thank you. 

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You soon learned his name was OMORIBOY. 

Odd as it was, who were you to judge? He, for all you knew, wasn't human: wasn't it fitting to have an inhumane name along with his appearance? Speaking of which, you couldn't help but notice how dirty he looked. His hair, unkempt and astray, was the most appalling part, along with the wrinkles that formed on his tank top. 

You learned, also, that you were quite the hypocrite. It's not like you looked any more appealing..

You quickly forget your train of thought upon settling your gaze on that wretched lightbulb. Mocking you, kicking you (metaphorically) for even daring to set your sights on it. Below it laid a laptop - closed - and bathed, also, in black. A white blanket was strewn over what appeared to be a lump, occasionally moving up-and-down. It was breathing, you realized. Must be a pet.. A sick sense of remorse filled you before you shook your head. If OMORIBOY noticed, he didn't say anything.

You watch as he sits down cross legged. He looks up at you, as if awaiting for you to join him. You don't. 

"Where are we?" You ask. He's not too quick to answer, opting to slowly pull the blanket onto his lap. It reveals a black cat, which you couldn't help but find cute as it's claws unsheathes and it stretches. OMORIBOY watches you. "We're in WHITE SPACE. My home."

You blink at him, too tired to think straight. You huff in defeat and sit on your knees. His answer perplexed you; why would anyone want to live in such a desolate place? How would he sleep, if it was always bright? Even with such confusion clear as day plastered on your face, OMORIBOY seems to be unbothered as he's already booting up his laptop. You find yourself suddenly hit with a wave of dizziness - probably from the fact you've been up for god knows how long - and you lay down. The ground's cold, and you curl up into a ball like an infant. 

You can't really tell, but you think you're crying. 

You don't want to wake up.