Ataxia [OMORI]

[Bruxism]

Sunny awoke in his own bed. It was the first time in a long time that he wasn't waking up by Basil's side. He looked at the time. 6:00 AM, exactly. Not usually when he woke up, but Sunny didn't mind. Considering the time, maybe he'd be able to speak to his mother.

She was an early riser since she had early days at work. She needed to spend long hours to keep affording their living, after all. His dad wasn't around to help anymore, after all.

After making his way downstairs, he saw Basil sitting up, watching TV on the couch. "Hey," Sunny greeted. Basil didn't respond.

Obviously, this wasn't ideal. Sunny wished he never lied at this point. Or that he never met up with Polly. Or that Basil never forgot anything.

He entered the kitchen, expecting to see his mother. Instead, on the counter, there was a note. "Hey, Sunny, I got a call this morning, and I'm going to be away for a couple of days! Use the groceries I brought home last night wisely! Have a good day, sweetie! XOXO"

Fantastic. Wonderful. Brilliant. Sunny growled to himself while grabbing his hair. After he was done with that, he returned to neutrality and straightened out his hair.

Sunny decided he'd make breakfast for him and Basil. Why not pancakes? He didn't know where the recipe box was. That's why not.

He decided he probably knew how to make pancakes from memory. Thus, he took out a bowl and grabbed the flour from a floor-level cupboard.

Gathering some more ingredients from the counter, he combined all the dry substances in the large bowl. He grabbed a whisk from a nearby drawer and began to mix. As he did, he kept glancing at a knife in the sink.

It reminded him of his days in isolation. They reminded him of right now. It all reinforced that nobody would care if he were to die right now. Not his mother, not his friends, not Basil...

Basil...

Sunny zoned back in and realized he didn't need to mix the dry ingredients any further. He went to the fridge and collected eggs and milk. He continued to occasionally think of the knife, the blade plunging into his stomach like he did as Omori.

Once he returned, he poured a seemingly appropriate amount of milk into the bowl, then two eggs. He glanced at the knife once more. Finally, he grabbed vanilla from a nearby cupboard and poured some in.

All that was left was the butter, which he'd have to melt and pour in after mixing, so Sunny did just that, mixing the batter after he took a different, non-sink knife to the butter dish and scraped it onto a pan he had placed onto the stovetop.

The stove now turned on, the butter melted soon enough, and Sunny mixed it into the batter. At this point, Basil walked in, noticing the sounds of mixing from the living room.

"Are you making pancakes?" Basil asked quietly.

Sunny lightly responded, "Yeah, I was gonna make you some, too." He tried to sound as though making Basil pancakes wasn't his initial intention the entire time. It's not like he'd need as much batter as he made. He would barely eat one egg's worth, let alone two. The baking powder, salt, and sugar within were low in volume, though, making Sunny reflect on if he should've added a bit more sugar.

"Cool," was all Basil responded with, sitting down at the table to wait as he did. He seemed upset. Maybe it was just because of yesterday. Or maybe he did something wrong?

Sunny was very clearly overthinking things, resulting in him nearly burning the first pancake. "This one's a bit brown," Sunny commented as he flipped it.

"Brown like burnt, or just a bit dark?" Basil asked for clarification, his original dull tone no longer in effect, as something more mundane was subject.

"Just a bit dark, not black or anything," Sunny assured. It felt nice hearing Basil's usual, not so angry voice.

Basil hummed in response, sounding curt yet again. Sunny sighed. "So, how did you sleep?"

Again, Basil simply made a hum in response. This hum was more of a grunt, but it was still able to get a message across, the message being "meh."

"Do you feel okay? Any disorientation?" Sunny asked, a bit worried about if the stress from yesterday actually might've made things worse.

"No," mumbled Basil. He didn't seem that keen on speaking to him. Sunny placed a pancake onto Basil's soon-to-be plate.  He handed Basil the plate, then moved to retrieve utensils. "Thanks," Basil tersely said in a mutter, averting his eyes away from Sunny in general.

Sunny couldn't help but keep thinking of how Basil must hate him now. That he'd rather that Sunny were dead. That everything would be better if he were gone from Basil's life. From everyone's life.

As Sunny placed a second pool of batter onto the pan, he asked Basil the question on his mind with his back turned. "Basil... do you hate me..?"

There was a moment of silence, as the sound of Basil's fork being placed back onto his plate made a quiet clink. It made Sunny nervous, expecting to hear a strongly worded reply. He turned around to see Basil swallowing a bite of pancake before answering. "Sunny, I..." Basil gave out an exhale as the food went down. His face flashed a hint of sadness. "Sunny, I don't hate you. Just... I'm very upset. You broke my trust. If you ever do that again, then... yeah, I'll probably hate you."

Sunny was lost in thought. There was an attempt at relief washing over him, but that idea was cancelled as he felt this was some kind of method of being polite or kind, as Basil was known to do. Suddenly, Basil seemed a bit uncomfortable. It was due to Sunny forgetting manners and staring at Basil. "C-Can I eat now?" He asked with nervous intonation.

Immediately, Sunny redirected his attention to the pancake on the stove and flipped it, "Yeah, sorry," he said with a flushed expression.

Out of embarrassment, the pair stayed silent for the rest of their breakfast, both blushing for different reasons. One for shame, and one for a more complex cause.