“So, how was it? Sorry that Mommy couldn’t make it today.
It’s like twenty Faraway towns, condensed into one big package.
Simply put, this place is packed, to the point where it might feel a bit suffocating. Vehicles with various shapes and colours speed their way on the road under the tall bridges and buildings. Numerous stalls and shops can be seen within the naked eye, counting each and one of them would take ages. Pedestrians can be seen everywhere minding their own business, whether it’s taking numerous photos or simply strolling around. C’mon, get in.” Mom softly smiles at me as she opens the passenger door. I reach into my pocket for my phone, before a familiar white car enters my vision. This heat is unbearable, making me yearn for the softness of my bed. My eyes wince a bit as I take a step outside the building, allowing the heat-scorching sunlight to kiss my pale skin. I wipe off the amount of sweat from my forehead, wondering how the hell I am sweating in an air-conditioned room.Īfter everything’s said and done, I finally excuse myself from today’s session. I’ll go and grab a towel.” The psychologist hurriedly walks out of the room. “Are you alright? Please rest for a moment. And her face now disappeared from my sight. No longer I was in a white void or a space filled with hands. Somehow, I come back here, the world of the living. My senses begin to return: the sight of a plain wall filled with motivational posters, the smell of lavender, the soft fabric of the sofa, the taste of my mouth, and the loud beating of my heartbeat. The pain in my head skyrockets as if someone shot a bullet straight into it. It takes a few moments, but my vision becomes clearer as I slowly regain consciousness. “Listen to me! I am now going to pat you on your shoulders. Her desperate attempts for air, her eyes which look like they could pop out at any moment due to the pressure. I watch as her life slowly ebbs away from her fragile body. She tries to wriggle her body, kicking the air, but it is to no avail. She looks at me, trying to earn an inch of sympathy. The more she struggles, the tighter the grip on her got. The hands hold her in place, violently choking her, prompting her to be quiet. Several hands emerge out of thin air, pulling her away from me. How could I, when such a marvellous event is taking place right before my very eyes? Feeling annoyed, my sister walks towards me, bringing her face way too close to my face, and starts shouting. She begins to shout at me, begging me to stop this madness at once. Could one call this hell? But it feels so…comforting. From my throne, I observe the phenomenon occurring before me. Without a second thought, I walk towards it, proudly claiming it as my own. They then form an ominous, yet inviting-looking throne. We will not stop until you get this part right.”Ĭolours of crimson begin to encroach reality itself as gigantic hands start to emerge from above and below. “Red?” The psychologist’s voice seems far away, leaving me all alone. “If you’re having nightmares, you can always come and sleep with me.” “Mom! Sunny doesn’t want to eat his vegetables.” Your lovely sister wants to give you a very big hug!” Memories come flooding back into my mind like a geyser. Her mouth is moving, but I can’t understand what she is saying. “Your sister, hmm? And what does she say to you?” If I could just hold on a little longer, then she would still be with me. I want to hug her tight, to tell her I’m sorry. That beautiful long hair, those pair of loving, caring eyes… “I see, so you see yourself in a room, I presume? Now, the person you care about is in that room with you. “…a laptop, a hanging bulb, and a notebook.” “As you follow my voice, you then found a coloured light. I feel like I am everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time. I can no longer feel my legs, my hands, or my body. I feel my body is being stretched apart towards the focal point. The psychologist’s voice guides me as I cross through the event horizon: the point of no return. Just a moment ago, I was sitting on a sofa, accompanied by a psychologist who was sitting right beside me. “Follow my voice as I bring you down and down, guiding you into the past.” I want you to stay as relaxed as possible. The Best of OMORI Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 174430 Chapters: 21/24 Comments: 469 Kudos: 839 Bookmarks: 68 Hits: 35648 ← Previous Work Part 2 of The Weight on Your Shoulders Aubrey speedrunning the 'Universally Loved' achievement.And OCs I mean OMORI concept characters.Original Male Character/Original Female Character.
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