“Whats wrong? Are you okay?” Someone asked. But who?
“...” No response.
“Come on ŕ̷̺̲͠e̴̥̋ď̵̲a̵̮̋c̸̈́̕ͅt̷̹̖̐ȇ̶̞̞d̸̙́̏, talk to me,” They sounded concerned.
“Can you not speak or something?” The other stared blankly into the person’s eyes, not able to make out a proper image of a face. “Come on ŕ̷̺̲͠e̴̥̋ď̵̲a̵̮̋c̸̈́̕ͅt̷̹̖̐ȇ̶̞̞d̸̙́̏, its only been four years..”
“...” No response.
“Please..?”
“Im sorry.” The other said, before ŕ̷̺̲͠e̴̥̋ď̵̲a̵̮̋c̸̈́̕ͅt̷̹̖̐ȇ̶̞̞d̸̙́̏ shut the door and headed back to bed.
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Ŕ̷̺̲͠e̴̥̋ď̵̲a̵̮̋c̸̈́̕ͅt̷̹̖̐ȇ̶̞̞d̸̙́̏ woke up in a blank white space, left with nothing but a laptop, a tissue box, a cat, a lightbulb [hanging from seemingly no where], and a door.
White space, was what ŕ̷̺̲͠e̴̥̋ď̵̲a̵̮̋c̸̈́̕ͅt̷̹̖̐ȇ̶̞̞d̸̙́̏ decided to call it.
Ŕ̷̺̲͠e̴̥̋ď̵̲a̵̮̋c̸̈́̕ͅt̷̹̖̐ȇ̶̞̞d̸̙́̏ walked through the door, greeted by his neighbours.
“Hi omori! Wanna play card games with us?” Hero called.
‘Omori’ silently walked over to them, accepting the offer.
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Random idea, no idea if this will turn into an actual fic or not but yk :D
