TW: Foul Language, Mentions of Self-Harm and a Whole Ton of Fluff.
KEL collected the cleaning supplies and the med-kit, mentally bracing himself for what lay ahead. He took a deep breath and gingerly opened the door, grimacing at the sight of the numerous bloodstains that covered the floor. He couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea wash over him as he entered the room, confronted by the stark reality of the bloodstains that marred the floor. The sight was unsettling, and the metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, making his stomach churn.
Despite the unsettling sight and the acrid scent that hung in the air, KEL steeled himself for the task at hand. He began by opening the window to let in some fresh air, hoping to dispel the lingering scent of blood. The sunlight streamed into the room, casting a warm, reassuring glow that contrasted starkly with the darkness of the previous moments.
Next, he carefully picked up discarded towels and clothing stained with blood, placing them in a pile to be disposed of later. His movements were deliberate, his face a mask of determination as he focused on the task, determined to remove every trace of the disturbing scene that had played out in this room.
With gloved hands, KEL dipped a cloth into a mixture of warm, soapy water and began to scrub at the bloodstains on the floor. Having successfully cleaned the blood from the floor, he stood up. With the room now noticeably cleaner and the air less oppressive, KEL shifted his focus to tending to SUNNY's injuries. His heart ached as he saw the state of SUNNY's arm, which was littered with cuts, some still oozing blood. This entire scene reminded him too much of HERO.
Carefully, he began to assess the wounds on SUNNY's arm. His hands were steady, his touch gentle, as he examined each cut, noting their depth and severity. Some were shallow, while others had clearly cut deeper, requiring more immediate attention. Taking a deep breath, KEL opened the med-kit and retrieved the necessary supplies. He used sterile wipes to clean the cuts, his movements meticulous to prevent any further harm. Once the cuts were clean, he carefully applied antiseptic ointment and began to bandage them one by one.
With great care and focus, KEL finished tending to SUNNY's arm. He had cleaned and bandaged each cut, ensuring that they were as protected as possible. He stared at the bandaged arm for a moment, the scars of recent pain covered and protected. Then, as if compelled by an inner impulse, he reached his hand out towards SUNNY, almost instinctively, as if he anticipated finding HERO lying there.
But as his hand drew closer, he abruptly pulled it back, shaking his head in a mix of sorrow and realization. This wasn't HERO. KEL sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He looked at SUNNY once more, before turning away. He grabbed the cleaning supplies he had brought and the med-kit, leaving the room with a sense of melancholy.
KEL carefully made his way downstairs, the cleaning supplies and med-kit in hand. He entered the kitchen and set the supplies on the counter. Taking a moment to organize them, he felt a sense of relief at being away from the grim scene upstairs. As he stood in the kitchen, a mixture of emotions still swirling within him, he suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he turned to see BASIL standing there, concern evident in his eyes.
BASIL, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, said, 'Hey... uhm, I just thought that since we don't have school tomorrow... we should bring the gang together again and hang out.'
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OUTRUN THE TRUTH {OMORI AU} (OLD)
Ficção AdolescenteFollowing the INCIDENT, the atmosphere in CLOSEBY shifted drastically. There was a noticeable increase in fear and aggression towards BASIL, fueling his growing resentment. Years of enduring pain caused by a particular individual had undoubtedly lef...
