Omori Oneshots

A Bittersweet Reunion

Characters: Basil, Mari, (Sunny, Kel, Hero, and Aubrey are technically there too but they're really only mentioned and when they do actually show up they're sleeping so y'know)

Ships: Minor Picnic Sandwich

Warnings: Major character death, Neutral ending, Semi-graphic depiction of suicide, I mean I don't describe any wounds in depth or anything, Basil just kinda dies in the beginning and it isn't like a quick scene, Discussion of suicide and self-harm, Daily dose of manslaughter discussions woohoo, Whoa I'm writing a story from the perspective of the deceased, They ghosties, And talking about it, Very sad times here, What did we expect, Basil has joined Mari and she's not happy about it, Well ok she is, Because she gets to see Basil, But she's not, Because Basil's dead, Mari stepping in to be Mama Mari™, Good, Basil desperately needs it, And he gets it, I made myself cry writing this, The neutral ending breaks my heart I have no idea why I felt the need to torture myself by writing about it, Basil is hella self-deprecating, *Smacks Basil on the head with rolled up newspaper*, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU ARE A LOVEABLE LITTLE GUY AND ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS LOVE YOU, Mari is also self-deprecating, She's just less vocal about it, Mari blames herself for her own death help, Yes I used lyrics from my time as well as tweaked versions of some of Mari's actual in game dialogue to write a scene in this, I feel no shame, I feel like I should give a warning for minor existential dread here, Am I the only one who gets freaked tf out when they attempt to think about what happens when you die?, Angst with a happy ending, Or is it?

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Basil didn't consider himself a religious person by any means, definitely not to the extent of what seemed like the whole rest of the town. Sure, he believed that there was someone up there, but that was it. He felt no need to pray to whatever it was, and thinking about where people go after they die always filled him with a sort of existential dread, so he didn't like to dwell on it. He never believed that even something as small as who you were could get you punished for eternity like others, didn't that very fact go against their beliefs, to begin with?

Nevertheless, if there were heaven or hell, he was already certain of where he was going as he raised his well-loved pair of gardening shears above his head.

I'm sorry Mari, for everything. I guess this is goodbye for good, I won't be seeing you again.

And I'm sorry to everyone else, too. Was that really them earlier? Are they even still here if it was? I doubt it. Who's going to find me? Will anyone even care? Doubt that, too. I hope they don't miss me.

He inhaled and closed his teary blue eyes, shaking as he made the biggest, scariest decision he'd ever made and the final one he would make.

He exhaled shakily as he brought the shears down, plunging them into his stomach as hard as he could.

The blonde had to bring one of his hands up from the handle of his shears to bite his hand in order to keep himself from crying out. The pain seared through him instantly, and it was so unbelievably intense, but this was what he deserved, wasn't it?

Besides, it would all be over soon.

Everything was going to be okay.

He backed himself up against his bedroom wall and slid down to sit on the floor, his breathing heavy, uneven, and laboured as his vision darkened.

"Basil... It's almost time. You've been through a lot these past four years. You must be tired..."

What?

A voice rang softly and comfortingly throughout his room, or maybe it was just him.

But it was familiar.