OMORI: Chains Of Grief (OMORI x Chainsaw Man)

Chpt 1: The Sweet Embrace of Grief

So, I decided to remake this story. Why? Because the other one was far too crack-like and quite frankly, I just wasn't feeling it. So, here's a more serious version of the last story! Enjoy the first chapter!

-Chpt 1: The Sweet Embrace of Grief-

The wind blew through his hair, as he fell from the rooftop of the hospital, his hand outstretched toward the sky as he screamed, his vocal cords tearing from the sound. He hadn't used his voice in over four years, so it made sense that it would hurt. And yet still, he screamed. Screamed because this was not what he wanted.

One moment, he's lying in his hospital bed, and ready to be discharged the next day. The next moment, he saw Omori, who smiled with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth—something that he had never seen before—and after that, he was plummeting to his death, looking up to see Basil leaning over the edge of the roof, reaching out to him, as if he could reach him to try and save him.

He could see the tears in the blond boy's eyes, and considering the corners of his eyes were burning too, that could only mean he was also crying—emoting, something that Sunny hadn't been able to do for years because of his repression of that day.

He thrust his hand out, but it was no use. They both knew it. Sunny was going to die, join his sister in whatever afterlife he would go to, and break his promise to Basil that it would all be okay.

For the briefest of moments, Sunny saw his life flash before his eyes. His friends hanging out by a tree, having a picnic with Mari. He remembered when Aubrey would goad him into having tea parties, and when Kel would dare him to play basketball. He remembered the time that he and Basil went to his garden, and when he and Hero would play arcade games together.

He had promised them that he would be there for them. But now? He felt as if that he had failed them. Failed them again. He failed to tell The Truth, and he had failed them in not being there for those who needed him.

In the time it took to blink, Sunny felt a surge of pain unlike any he had felt before, felt his warm blood pool around him, and heard the sound of multiple bones breaking. His vision faded in and out, his hearing turning into nothing but static, as the vague sound of screams filled the air. But just before he lost sight of everything, he saw Omori standing next to Basil, that same demonic smile on his face that he had when he was in Sunny's hospital room.

And then, there was nothing....

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A blinding light brighter than anything he had ever had the displeasure of being greeted with burst forth, forcing Sunny to squint. The black-haired Asian-American teen groaned as he sat up, notably not feeling any pain in doing so, despite having fallen off of a twelve-storey building not but a few moments ago.

His eyes adjusted to the light, as he looked down at himself. He was wearing the same hospital gown he had woken up in, and instead of being in the hospital room, he was in a place made entirely of the colour white, with a few keen differences. For one, it wasn't at all like the made-up "White Space" that he had imagined himself to live in during the last four years. It was... different. Different in how the ground was made entirely of grass rather being just a boring, plain white, and how there was a tree smack in the center of the strange place.

The sounds of nature overtook his ears, as he looked all around him. Strange birds made of light flew in the sky, of which was also a starch white made of blinding light. Eventually, after a moment of sitting there, Sunny slowly stood up. His legs were shaky, as was to be expected. After all, if you had locked yourself in a room, laying flat on the ground, only ever getting up to use the bathroom and maybe feed yourself, you too would have very shaky legs.