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With the car his parents gifted him with, Kel and Sunny can finally go on that roadtrip they’d been planning for far too long. Some fun times with the boys, like a tiny sequel to Bask in the Sun :) You can read it here!
#omori#omori fanart#omori suntan#omori kel#omori sunny#omori sunkel#omori bask in the sun#omori fanfiction
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It's done. "My First Friend, Humphrey" is complete. The first chapter will be posted this week. Thank you to everyone who stuck with me. I may start assembling a mod team this Summer.
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Withering gladiolus
Aubrey angst
Summary: My take on how Aubrey's life changed after Mari's death.
Contains heavy topics
It had happened 3 years exactly today. 3 years ago, Aubrey had lost her best friend and her entire world along with her. When Mari died, she took all the beauty and joy in the world along with her, leaving a colourless world of pain and misery. Aubtey would never forget how she'd felt when she first heard the news - it had felt like a piece of her soul had died, and the rest was in unbearable agony. She'd crumbled to her knees and let the tears flow, still paraylsed with shock. Despite the initial promise to support each other, the friendship group had collapsed in a matter of days - Sunny stopped leaving the house, Basil shut everyone out and tried to avoid her, Hero left for college and Kel also seemed to stop caring about her. Everyone had apparently moved on with their lives and forgotten about Aubrey, who was left to deal with the gaping wound in her heart all alone. She really tried at first, like when she asked Basil if he wanted to study together, but when she saw what he did to Mari's face in those photographs, something inside her snapped. How dare he disrespect her dead best friend so casually and blatantly ? She'd felt the blood boiling in her veins looking at him. Something inside her snapped that day.
Ever since she was a kid, Aubrey had had a rough life - her mother was perpetually passed out on the couch surrounded by empty bottles of gin, and her father... Aubrey had no idea, and she didn't want to know either. He could be dead in a ditch for all she cared. But with them, life had been different - she had found the family she was never given in the moments they shared, their laughter, their conversation, their teasing, and their love. Suddenly, everything around her had seemed brighter and more joyful - she'd look forward to school because she's get to play with them, and afterwards, she'd spend as much time as possible out around faraway town with them.
However, after Mari's death, everything changed completely.
When she first dyed her hair, she hadn't intended for it to be an act of rebellion - she'd always wanted to try pink, and she and Mari often talked about dyeing it together. As Aubrey stood in front of the cracked bathroom mirror and started to lather the bright pink liquid on her hair, it felt like she was keeping a small part of her friend alive. When she'd seen the end result, she'd smiled a little for the first time in weeks. Then, the neighbours began to talk, to look at her differently. Like her grief had turned her into a wild, uncontrollable outlaw. Soon after, Aubrey started attending the local mass every Sunday. She'd been very surprised the first time she'd found herself wondering into the church - she'd never been particularly religious, and her mom couldn't even get up off the couch to make her meals, let alone take her to church.
People often talked about churches as places of peace and salvation, which was exactly what Aubrey was hoping to find a little of as she found herself increasingly consumed by her pain and loneliness as time went on. However, no matter how hard she seemed to try, each week she'd show up and find nothing. On the contrary, she'd started to notice the disapproving looks and whispers from the elderly as they criticised everything from her hair and outfit to her family background and upbringing.
"Look at her ... she's dressed like a common street gangster in a place of worship. That skirt is so short that I'm surprised they even let her in. What a disrespectful girl !" One old woman had whispered to her husband on an outing.
"I think it's the girl who lives in that house a few streets from here ... the one with the front yard covered with litter and the cracks in the doors and windows ... well, what can be expected from the fatherless daughter of an alcoholic ?"
The words had felt like a knife to the heart to Aubrey. Would she really never be anything more than that ? Everyone was convinced she wouldn't, so she supposed not. She almost didn't go back to church the week after, but she'd dragged herself anyway - the desire to find peace after the death of her friend was strong enough to shut out the whispers and pointing.
It was around this time that she'd first met her gang. It had been a normal day - she'd been out grocery shopping after ignoring the empty fridge for two days - and she'd bumped into Kim shoplifting bags of candy. Aubrey had promised not to tell, and, in return, Kim had taught her how to do it. Even though she hadn't liked stealing, Aubrey had to admit it might have been useful in the future - even with her new job, her balance seemed to barely cover the costs of living each month. Soon after that, Kim introduced her to the rest of the hooligans, and within a week, she'd stopped going to school and joined them full time. Yeah, she might have been throwing her life away and proving everyone right, but at least she had friends now. At least these people seemed to accept her and care about her somewhat. At least she had a way of numbing the pain and forgetting about everything as she distracted herself with petty crime and intimidating other local kids. Aubrey quickly won the respect of everyone else and became the gang's leader, having mastered this new lifestyle and embraced it to the fullest.
Sometimes, during lonely nights, when she was lying awake staring at the ceiling of her attic, Aubrey would still remember, despite her best efforts to shut out the memories and confine them to a dark corner of her mind. She'd wonder whether the others would be disappointed in the person she'd become. As much as she told herself that she hated them and didn't care, she fouldn't bring herself to fully believe it.
She wondered if Mari would still like her, had she been alive. The answer renewed the sharp pain in her chest and threatened t9 cloud her vision with tears. No. This was her life now. She needed to accept it and move on from the past, where there was only heartache to be found.
Masterlist
#omori#omori game#omori fandom#omori fanfic#omori aubrey#omori angst#aubrey omori#omori basil#omori kel#omori sunny#omori hero#omori mari#omori fanfiction
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should i make the first line of dialogue in my omori fanfic Aubrey saying this
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spiral, chapter 13, part 2
pairing: basil/sunny
(dark fic)
Fic Summary:
Basil did not like Sunny Suzuki.
Basil quite hated Sunny Suzuki, actually.
Basil just also happened to be completely obsessed with him.
(In which Basil is slowly losing any sense of self-control, and Sunny has caught his attention - for better, or for much, much worse)
boy, this one took a while. chapter one can be found here
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References for the marigold au :)
The fic vv
(Big big cw please read the tags)
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HE'S IMPOSSIBLE NEW CHAPTER 2 YEARS LATER BAYBEEEE
YEAH THAT'S RIGHT FOOLS I SURVIVED THE INCIDENT. BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER (<- debatable)
it's a short one but i hope y'all like it!!
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No because Sunny and Kel definitely kissed before when they were little, out of curiosity.
Kel was definitely like, "Y'know, I saw Hero and Mari to The Thing yesterday, y'know that gross thing adults do?"
Then Sunny, chill as he is, says, "You mean they had sex? Woah."
"Huh?" Kel would say because he didn't know what "sex" was and Sunny was not about to explain (well maybe he would've but Kel never asked) "Noo, I mean they were kissing!"
Kel would pucker up his lips, "Y'know the 'mwah mwah' thing, that your mom and dad likes to do."
"I know what kissing is."
"Mom and dad never do them though.." Sunny would mutters under his breath.
Sunny would then turn to his friend and ask, "So what about it?"
And Kel would turn and face him as well, "I don't know, I always wondered what it feels like."
"Kissing?"
"Yeah!"
Kel squints his eyes, "I mean I know its gross," He then put a finger on his lips, "but how would you know that if you never tried it, right?"
"I guess so.."
Kel lights up, "Okay so! Do you want to try it? With me? Kissing?"
Sunny would look at him with a tinge of confusion, his face would for some reason get just a little warmer, "Uhm what? Just us?"
"Yeah! I mean like, theres no one else here who could try it with me."
"Still, ew."
"C'mon! Just this one time!" Kel would beg, "I won't tell anyone!" His face suddenly reddens, "I mean- I won't, of course not!"
Sunny would sigh in defeat, "Ugh.. fine..." he would then look at Kel straight in the eye, with his face slightly blushed with pink, "What do you wanna do then, normal kiss or french kiss?"
"What's a french kiss?" Kel would cock his head.
"Uh.. I think it's like a fancier- more advanced version of a kiss," Sunny would put a hand on his chin, "..I don't really know to be honest, I just caught a glimpse of the magazine Mari was reading that one time."
"So is it like a better version because it's french?" Kel would say.
"I mean I guess so? French stuffs has always been super romantic"
"Super extra you mean."
Sunny would stifle a laugh, "Yeah so you wanna try that or not?"
"Okay okay but what's the difference between a french kiss and a normal kiss?"
"I don't know, I think the french kiss has tongue in it, like you have to use your tongue to-"
"EW!" Kel shakes his head rapidly, "No way no way- no tongue- ew! We're doing the normal kiss. That's so gross."
"Told you so," Sunny would deadpan.
Kel would bounce back as he always does and ask, "Okay so how do we kiss?"
Sunny would rock back and forth, "Uhmm I guess we just... touch each others lips with our own..."
"Okay.. I can do that.." Kel swallows.
"Close your eyes," Sunny would say as they lean towards each other with slightly puckered lips till they... eventually... touched one another with their-
"BLEGH" Sunny coughs, "Kel- why does your lips taste like orange joe?!"
"What.. I was thirsty earlier," Kel would say as he touched his lips, now finding out how soft Sunny's lips actually are. And how much he wants to do it again.
Kel gasps, "That was-" he gasps again, "We should do it again! One more time!"
"Ew no! Not unless you drink actual water next time." Sunny would say, still not recovered from the taste.
Kel would whine for a bit and that would be the last kiss they had for a few years on. Until one day, Kel would finally bring up the topic again.
"Hey Sunny, you remember that one time we kissed when we were kids? You wanna do it again?"
#woah ive wrote a whole ass essay#never written for long#maybe this is the start of the end of my writing burn out#omori fandom#omori#omori sunny#omori kel#omori mari#omori hero#omori suntan#omori fanfiction#omori headcanons#mango writes
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a snippet from the first chapter of my loyal au fic
(if you don't know the background of this au, here's the post detailing it: loyal au)
Splayed out on his bed, Kel looked up at the ceiling, smiling and laughing breathlessly. When it came to pillow fights, Basil was much more feisty than he seemed. There was something about flying feathers and soft surfaces that seemed to entice Basil's competitive side. And honestly, Kel enjoyed it. It was nice to see the real Basil, and not the shy, bland persona that he often wore in front of people who he didn't trust to see his true self. Kel almost felt honored that he was part of the "secret club" that had access to this Basil. The Basil who wasn't the most perfect, morally-aligned human of all time.
Well, maybe that title should go to Mari. After all, Kel thought, nobody could top her when it came to goodness.
The silence that hung in the air was comfortable. There was no sound except for the odd sigh as Kel and Basil caught their breaths, recovering from their battle.
But out of the blue, Basil broke the silence in a way that crushed the comfort in such a way that Kel's heart seized.
"I wish Sunny was here."
Though his words were quiet, his sentiment was not. Kel was shocked, laughing softly to hide how he flinched as Basil spoke in his typical soft, kind tone.
"It feels so empty when he's not around during these things."
What, so me being here doesn't matter?
Kel shook his head, biting his lip harshly so he wouldn't say what he had been thinking so loudly. Though he had a tendency to speak without thinking, something about Basil's presence placated him in a way that didn't really feel natural. Maybe since Basil was so good, Kel felt pressured to be good as well. It was a good thing, Kel thought. Even if his true thoughts sometimes had to go unsaid.
After all, Basil hadn't meant anything bad by it. Basil was a good friend.
"If you're bored, we could play a game or something," Kel suggested, staring at the medals and awards that gleamed on the other side of the bedroom wall. Hero's side.
What would Hero do in this type of situation? What would he say?
"Maybe we could even play basketball outside! It stopped raining while we were pillow fighting!"
Basil winced, chuckling awkwardly, and Kel wanted to groan. That was probably the most un-Hero-like thing Kel could have possibly said. Why was he so bad at emulating the person he shared the world with since birth? Why couldn't he be as good at this as Hero? Did Hero have to be better than him at everything?
"Sorry, I'm a bit tired," Basil said, "How do you...always have so much energy, Kel? I'm surprised you aren't exhausted by now."
Exhausted? Kel couldn't help but ask himself, or exhausting?
Did Basil really want to be here? Kel could see Basil shifting slightly in the bed, looking around the room with a resigned dullness behind his eyes that almost reminded Kel of Sunny. This never happened when Sunny was around.
"I'm tired too," Kel decided to say.
No he wasn't. But the way Basil smiled, as if maybe, for once, Kel had said the right thing, made Kel have trouble regretting his lie. If it was for the greater good, how bad could a lie possibly be?
#loyal au#prodigal omori#omori#omori game#omori fandom#omori au#omori kel#kel omori#omori basil#basil omori#omori fic#omori fanfiction#omori fanfic#omori loyal au#omocat
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For @acacia-may's request: Hero & Kel's Relationship as Brothers
Sometimes, Kel felt like he didn’t know his brother at all anymore.
Hero was supposed to be happy, smiling and polite and charming, able to magnetise people towards him with ease and effortlessly balance a million different things at once. Hero consistently got all As at school, came first in any competition he entered, mastered every one of his passions, and still found time to bandage Kel’s newest graze. Hero was thoughtful, and sturdy, and talented, and bright, and responsible, and mature, and ‘perfect’, and his brother. Hero was supposed to be okay.
Most days, it seemed like Hero was an entirely different person. He didn’t do anything anymore, didn’t help out, didn’t study, didn’t compete. He was in a world of his own, staring up at the ceiling and never leaving his bed. He just… Lay there, ignoring everyone, too wrapped up in his own head to even eat.
Hero was wasting away, and there was nothing Kel could do about it.
It wasn’t fair, his mind whispered. Anger burned under his skin, at Mari, at Hero, at the world. Grief crawled under his skin, despair left a heavy weight on his heart, loneliness followed him like the plague, but Kel carried on. He had to carry on. Hero refused to.
…Maybe it had been a bit short-sighted of him, but Kel hadn’t expected Hero to react like this. They’d all been left in shock at Mari’s death, countless tears were shed that day, it was when their world broke. Selfishly, perhaps, Kel had hoped he could continue to lean on the support he’d taken for granted for years. Hero had always been infallible, despite others’ jealousy, despite all the unreciprocated crushes, despite Kel and Aubrey’s incessant squabbling. Hero was strong– not physically, no, but he was. Hero was strong, and protective, and unbreakable.
At least, that was what they’d thought. Now, stuck with a Hero who only ever gazed listlessly into the distance, Kel couldn’t help but curse Mari for breaking him. Things had been perfect, they’d all been so happy. Why would she kill herself? Why would she say nothing, not even leave a note? At least then, Hero would have some closure. As it was, the guilt her death left on him might as well have been a rope in of itself.
The thought made Kel shudder. He couldn’t lose Hero. The thought seemed absurd, impossible. But then, he’d lost Mari, hadn’t he?
Kel refused to let it happen again. So, he talked at Hero regularly, and acted as if nothing was wrong. Pretended that things were still exactly the same even though Hero never responded to his ramblings. It alternated, really, what he said. Some days, he was unfalteringly cheerful, joking around and laughing, hoping that just maybe, he could get Hero to smile again. Others, he was desperate, trying anything he could to at least get Hero to look at him, to acknowledge Kel was still there. No matter what he did, it didn’t work. It never worked.
Hero had always been the one to comfort him, to offer advice and get him out of a tight spot. To hug him tightly, to ask him if he was okay when their parents didn’t notice, to notice whenever one of Kel’s smiles was just a little too tight. Too little, too much, that was all Kel could ever seem to do. Hero teetered over the edge, hiding it in such a way that people thought he was perfect, never too much of anything, never too little. Kel had seen the something in Hero’s eyes that had snapped when he saw Mari’s corpse, the fraying edges that finally tore. Hero had been too much, Kel knew, but not in the way that Kel was. Hero did too much, took on too much, did all he could to gain approval and help out. Hero valued others over himself too much, spent too much time holed up at his desk studying, pulled all-nighters studying too much for even their parents’ liking. Hero was too much because Hero did too much.
Now, Hero did nothing at all.
Mari became a taboo subject not only in his household, but anywhere. Faraway was full of gossipers, and it wasn’t long before everyone knew. People sent Hero lots of sympathy gifts, all of which he ignored. For Kel, it was like walking on eggshells, even mentioning a memory with Mari in it resulting in a scolding from his parents, whispers from the townspeople or more tears from Hero at night. So, he didn’t mention her. He did nothing. And nothing changed.
Days, weeks, months went by of Hero staying in bed, slowly rotting from the inside. It had gotten to his heart first, Kel knew. Hero’s face was pale, his dark eyes gaunt, hair messier than ever. Hero didn’t even look like himself anymore, let alone act like it. Hero barely spoke, and when he did, his voice was hoarse, empty. Broken.
For all he knew, Hero hated him. Kel knew Aubrey did. He’d spent too much time knocking on Sunny’s door, too much on fruitlessly trying to get through to Hero, too much crying alone in the bathroom. (Too little time checking in on her, too little trying to preserve what he had left, too little to keep one of the only people who actually cared about him.)
The thought of Hero hating him was enough to make Kel’s stomach flip, revulsion and misery pooling in the bottom of it, burning away more than its acids ever could. Hero was his brother, someone who understood him and he understood more than anyone. His best friend. When Mari killed herself, she took Hero with her, and Kel had finally had enough of seeing his brother so… So broken.
He’d spent too long pretending. Too long seeing his best friend tear himself apart. Too little being able to change things. Too little talking to someone about all of this.
Too little, too much.
Where Hero did too much, Kel had always done too little. Maybe that was why people loved Hero. Maybe that was why they hated Kel.
Though even now, with Hero locked away in the house, people still preferred him. It was always sympathy and pity, condolences and understanding. Kel knew that if he’d grieved that way, the reaction would be different. Of course it would. He wasn’t soft-spoken or polite like Hero, wasn’t endearing and intelligent. He was boisterous and annoying and invasive and loud. If he stayed silent and alone for a year, people would rejoice.
“Hero?” Kel said quietly, looking over at his brother’s bed.
After it became clear Hero’s state wasn’t going to change, Kel had moved back into their room, their only spare one more of a cupboard than a living space. Now, he sat on his own bed, anxiously tapping his foot against the floor as he struggled to see his brother in the darkness. Kel wasn’t an anxious person, not in the slightest, and yet, he found himself fidgeting nervously around his brother frequently. It was awful, just like the constantly closed curtains blocking any light from their room, including the setting sun just outside.
“Hero?” Kel pressed when he was met with no reply. In all honesty, he hadn’t been expecting one. He sighed. “I’m tired, Hero.”
Hero. Huh. People always assumed Hero had gotten the name from doing something incredible and selfless, especially after getting to know him. They didn’t expect it was from the sandwich. Kel had tried bringing him hero sandwiches for a while after Mari’s death in an attempt to cheer him up, despite Gino’s anguish. Hero hadn’t touched a single one.
“You– you don’t…” Kel felt his voice shake a little, so took a deep breath. “You never do anything anymore. You just lie here, and do nothing.”
No response. Kel carried on.
“I get it, Hero, I do! We’ve– we’ve lost everything.” And they had. Mari had been the first domino. Since then, Kel had lost his brother, what little of his mom and dad’s attention he had left, his entire friend group, his life. It seemed like Mari had been Hero’s everything, and Kel felt a bit of bitterness arise at that. “But you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Mom and dad are out of their minds with worry, nobody’s seen Sunny in months, you look like a ghost, and I miss you.”
Something flickered, in Hero’s eyes. Kel felt his insides twisting, writhing, aching to finally tell someone. Wishing that Hero would listen. He didn’t know what that look meant, but at least it showed Hero was actually listening to him.
“We all miss you. It’s been a year, Hero,” Kel’s voice softened as he got closer, fingers trembling. “We just want you to get better.”
Another flicker. It could have been anything. Sadness, relief, guilt, joy. Kel had no way of knowing. He couldn’t tell what Hero was feeling anymore, and that might as well have been a slap to the face.
“We’re worried about you,” Kel continued, feeling a burst of hope as Hero sat up a little from his blankets. “You know we all love you, right, bro? It’s awful seeing you like this. Mom and dad are always so sad now.”
Hero shot him a look, one simultaneously empty and full of emotions. Kel couldn’t decipher a single one. Still, any reaction was a good reaction, and this was progress! Hero was looking at him, Kel was there, he wasn’t invisible anymore. And, well, with Hero’s eyes finally on him, Kel grew a little more desperate.
“Nobody’s happy like this. You’re not!” Kel told him, unable to stop how loud and worked-up he was getting. He hesitated, exhaled, then began, “Mari wouldn’t want–”
“Mari?”
Hero was still looking at him, but something had shifted in his eyes. The uncanny coldness gave way to a blazing heat, one that made his dark eyes look like the ashes left from an inferno. Kel’s own widened. He hadn’t heard Hero speak in over a month.
“Mari?” Hero repeated, some sort of mirthless laugh tacked onto the end of it. “God, you are– you have no idea what she meant to me, do you?”
Kel stayed silent, fighting the urge to take a step back. Hero was angry. He’d messed up, again.
“I loved her, Kel!” Hero shouted at him, and got out of bed, fists shaking as stray hairs fell into his face. Hero looked ruined, like a stranger. Kel stumbled back. “God, you’re so– so insensitive, oblivious! We– Mari and I told each other everything, we– we trusted each other. Do you know how hard it was, back then? She was perfect, I was supposed to be perfect, all while managing babysitting you and the others. We knew when it got to be too much for each other, we were supposed to know!”
Hero ran a hand through his hair, some sort of hopeless desperation across his face. “And you know what the worst part is?” He shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I did know. I saw how upset she was getting about the recital, how angry she was at everyone! I’m not blind, Kel, of course I knew something was wrong. But I still did nothing.”
Kel spoke up then, saying, “it’s not your fau–”
“I should have been better,” Hero cut him off again, taking a step closer as that anger crept steadily back over his face. “I should have been there for her, she should have been able to trust me! But I was too busy with everyone else, making sure that you didn’t cause any more problems!”
Hero had always been a healer, ever since they were tiny. But now, his words seemed to hurt more than anything.
Kel wouldn’t cry. He refused to. That didn’t stop a hard lump arising in his throat. He was a burden. Too much, too much, always too much.
“Mari killed herself because of me. Because of us!” Hero yelled, more tears spilling over. His eyes were like fires, burning a bright red. They had been pink beforehand, but now, they were only growing darker.
Kel wished Mari would have told them how she felt– would have at least told Hero how she felt, wished that she’d have realised they would always be there for her. He’d loved Mari too, and her death was like losing a limb, but Hero’s isolation had only exemplified that.
“If I’d have been there– if she’d been able to tell us… She’d have talked to me! But instead, she– she ki–” Hero’s face, wrought with anger and rife with guilt and grief, was buried in his hands as he sank to the floor, openly sobbing into them.
Kel had pushed too far, done too much. Of course he had. He always did.
Terrified tears of his own gathered in his eyes, ones he hadn’t let loose in front of anyone in the past year, but couldn’t quite seem to control just then. Hero used to be someone he could weep openly with, as rare as such occasions were. Hero used to comfort him, not shout and break down and– and–
This wasn’t Hero. It hadn’t been for ages, not really. Kel had hoped, but that was all it was, hope. Hero had always been the smart one. This was just another example of how stubborn, how stupid Kel could be.
Distantly, Kel realised he was on the other side of the room again. Hero was still crying, shaking uncontrollably. This was the loudest he’d been in months.
Kel had always been the loud one, not Hero. Kel was the one who shouted, who wailed loudly. Not Hero. But now, Hero was the one screaming, the one sobbing, while Kel didn’t make a single sound as salty droplets continued to fall down his own face.
At some point, their parents rushed in, sudden golden lights making Kel flinch against the wall he had pressed himself into. He blinked blearily, turning his head to look at them and–
…Oh. Of– of course.
They embraced Hero tightly, their mom murmuring soothing words as she stroked his hair, their dad’s hug warm and unfaltering. Hero’s shoulders continued to shake as he buried his face into their mother’s shoulder, staying like that for a few seconds as Kel looked over at them.
Their parents had completely ignored him.
He was being selfish again. Hero was in a far worse state than he was. But frightened, pathetic, needless tears were still coursing down his cheeks, and Kel knew he wouldn’t be able to muster up a smile if he tried. This was what he’d wanted, wasn’t it? Why he’d acted like he was okay? But then, why did it hurt so much for them to completely walk past him?
Hero lifted his head and looked over their mom’s shoulders, gaze landing on Kel, who couldn’t suppress his jolt in time. Hero’s pinkened eyes widened, something clicking back into place in them as he, much to Kel’s shock, tore away from their parents and practically ran towards him. Kel just sat there uncomprehendingly as Hero took hold of his shoulders, frantically asking if he was okay and apologising profusely, familiar guilt contorting his features once more before he wrapped Kel into a hug.
Countless ‘sorry’s were muttered into Kel’s shirt as he looked down at Hero, speechless. It took a second, but then, he started hugging Hero back. He felt like a kid again. He was older than this, better than this, he didn’t need…
And yet, it– it was like something rightened itself within him at the feeling of his brother’s arms wrapping around him. Hero still cared about him. Kel had missed this so, so much.
After that, Hero started to get better. He ate again, went outside, got back to his studies. Brushed his hair, changed out of his pyjamas, spoke to people outside of his head. Started to act like Hero again. It was such a huge weight off of his shoulders that Kel didn’t dare risk losing it by bringing up their fight. Hero hadn’t mentioned it, so he wouldn’t either. What was there to say, anyway?
…It wasn’t long before Hero began to overcompensate again. Now though, Kel noticed, it seemed even more extreme, Hero still barely leaving the house in favour of pursuing his studies. He went to competition after competition, winning each one with a melancholy look of concentration that quickly morphed into many a forced grin. After a year of doing nothing, Hero seemed determined to do it all. Too little, too much. It seemed Kel hadn’t changed much at all.
He didn’t know how to speak to Hero about it. When he tried, Hero laughed him off, and Kel was too nervous to approach the topic again. He couldn’t bear another fight like the one they’d had before. Kel told himself it was for the best. Kel knew he was a liar.
Hero worked hard at school, in his hobbies, and excelled in everything. He was devoid of passion, and it made Kel’s innards itch to know Hero was getting the same recognition for doing what he used to love with complete apathy as he did when he still enjoyed doing it. Hero won competition after competition, award after award, trophy after trophy until eventually, they ran out of room for them on his desk.
Things became… Awkward, between them, in a way they never had before. Hero never seemed as relaxed around Kel as he used to be, and that in return made the younger boy feel tense too. Their smiles were made of plastic, their conversations stifled and awkward, their bond seeming more like an acquaintanceship than anything else. Kel hated it, but there was nothing he could do. Hero was still slipping away, still causing his own destruction. At least he’d slowed down about it.
Hero’s side of the room was organised, neat, tidy, an artificial sort of perfect decorated with dozens of trophies. Kel’s was messy, clothes strewn about, a disorderly chaos with no certificate in sight. Hero had always been better. Hero always beat him. Everyone loved Hero. Everyone hated Kel. It was how things had always been.
But.
There was one thing Hero didn’t do so well in, and that was sports. He started wheezing after only a couple minutes of jogging, sweat poured down his face whenever he attempted a few jumping jacks. Hero was skinny and unathletic, and the past year certainly hadn’t helped stop that in the slightest.
Kel, on the other hand, had always been fast. Faster than average. Faster than Hero. So, he honed that, working on getting quicker and quicker until he could reach insane speeds. Then, he looked for a way to use that and prove himself as good, just as good as Hero was. To get one of Hero’s ‘well done’s, as selfish as that might have been.
He would have picked running contests, but those proved effortless and he bored of them quickly. Kel had always preferred team sports, and liked being able to do lots of things at once. Sprinting was very singular, very focused… Not for him.
Then, Kel hit a growth spurt, and the idea struck him. Basketball. He wasn’t exactly 7 feet tall, no, but he was fast, and he could jump very high. So, he tried out for the school basketball team, and got in. He spent plenty of hours outside of school practising in the park with other students and steadfastly ignoring the path to his old hangout spot.
After a while, Kel demanded that he and Hero’s heights be measured again. He had to be taller, right? He was a basketball player, and Hero had been cooped up inside for years. He had to–
…Hero was still taller than him. The twinge of disappointment stuck with him afterwards. Even in that area, Hero surpassed him.
After seeing some of Kel’s regular runs, Hero smiled at him. “That’s a great idea, Kel! Mind you, I’ve been meaning to improve my own stamina lately… I think I’ll start going on morning jogs. Thanks!”
Most people wouldn’t commit to that. They’d vow they would, skip out on it once and eventually forget to do so altogether. Hero, on the other hand, got up an hour earlier every morning so he’d have time to jog all around Faraway. Hero was not most people. Hero was impossible to compete with, because he always won.
Kel didn’t know when it had become a competition. When he’d turned it into one. Either way, it didn’t matter, because he seemed to lose every round. Hero got no satisfaction in his unknowing victories either, that inherent sadness still hanging on him like a cloak.
He’d wanted his parents to congratulate him. To feel like he was worthy of their attention, of Hero’s attention. Basketball was the only thing he could still do great at, in a way that Hero couldn’t overshadow. Basketball was a team sport. Hero had been all alone for over a year.
It didn’t matter, Kel decided. It didn’t! He loved his brother and Hero loved him, it wasn’t a competition. He was being silly. He’d gotten what he wanted; he had his brother back. Even though Hero spent too much time alone, took care of himself too little, forced a smile too much, spent time with him too little, he was still Hero. Hero the healer, Hero the winner, Hero the performer, Hero the protector, Hero the brother. The person he’d been missing for over a year.
Too little, too much. All Kel could do was wait for the day his brother finally burnt out completely.
#i hope you enjoyed this!#it was a lot of fun to write#thanks for the request!#omori kel#omori hero#character study#omori mari#omori sunny#omori aubrey#omori real world#omori fanfiction#omori#omori game#omori fanfic#kel omori#hero omori#i love them#fanfiction writer#writing requests#requests are open#send yours in! <3#omori analysis#omori spoilers
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You're in my Headspace!!
Hello! I'm starting to get back into writing because I started to play Omori. I also remembered a few poems I created a while back and I decided to create Omori poems! Omori does not belong to me.
Anyways, I was making a Sunny x reader but Sunny seemed like a Yandere, so now it's a Yandere Sunny x reader haha.
Enjoy!!
ONE
Y/N:
Hello,
It’s nice to meet you
I feel like I know you
If you’re reading this,
Thank God
That there are others like me.
Lost, in their own,
Dark world.
One that we like to call
“Blackspace.”
Mari:
I’m not so sure
My brother’s alright
He’s been acting strange
Ever since
Our new neighbor showed up
He’s been locking himself
Up in his room
He won’t come out
Unless I tell him to
Every time I open his door,
I see him staring out his window,
As if he were watching something
Or someone…
Sunny:
Life is different
With her around
I find myself
Watching her
More than I would like
Or admit.
Hero:
I was over at Sunny and Mari’s house earlier.
They told me that there was a new kid in town.
I cannot wait to meet them!
I hope they’re nice
Mari told me
She thought the neighbor
Was kind of cute.
Not like it can change
My perspective
On Mari ;3
Kel:
There’s a new kid in town!
There’s a new kid in town!
I heard it’s a girl!
I hope she likes me,
And maybe more ways than one,
Hehe~
Aubrey:
I’m so excited
To meet this new kid!
I hope it’s a girl
And I hope she’s nice
Like Mari.
I hope she likes to dance
Or at least likes music
Maybe she plays an instrument,
A piano, like Mari
Or a violin
Like Sunny.
Basil:
The other day,
When I was visiting Mari and Sunny
They told me that there’s a new neighbor.
I looked out the window
To find a moving truck
Parked outside
The house next to them.
I’m very excited to meet them
I hope they like photography
Or even like to draw
Or write.
[XX]
(This story takes place before Mari's death. I'm not sure how many chapters it will have, but I hope to have the entire storyline of Omori in this fanfiction.)
#omori#sapphire#nora#omori basil#omori sunny#omori aubrey#omori kel#omori hero#omori mari#omori poems#omori poem#not undertale????#poems#poem story#omori fanfic#omori fanfiction#headspace
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Finished the oneshot! Takes place three years post-canon, and it's a conversation between Aubrey and Sunny.
Summary:
When Sunny got a call from an unknown number thinking it was some kind of spam or they had the wrong number, he hadn’t expected to hear Aubrey on the other end.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll come over,” she had insisted.
So they had agreed on a time and place and there she was, much much earlier that day, getting off the bike her father had gifted her with, to the city Sunny had moved away to three years ago.
‘You told us some of it at the hospital. I guess… I just want to understand things better’ wasn’t exactly the question Sunny had expected to hear before.
You can read it here:
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THE FIRST CHAPTER OF "MY FIRST FRIEND, HUMPHREY" IS NOW ON AO3!!!
Above is an image of Sunny's early childhood apartment before he moved to Faraway town.
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normalise writing fanfiction and reading it at the same time like some fucked up ao3 version of family guy clip content farms
#omori#omori fanfiction#ao3#this helps so much because it actually entertains my tiny attention span and stops me from just doing something else instead of writing#Procrastinators here you go#featuring me rereading HATS for the 20 billionth time#It’s my comfort fic leave me alone
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What was she doing? The violin was already gone, ruined. Yelling at him wouldn’t fix anything.
Swallowing her anger, Mari reaches for her brother’s hand. Unfortunately, with the waves all around them and the wind whistling in their ears, he couldn’t hear a word of her reassurances. He jerks back, stumbling just a step too far, and then-
Mari screams as her brother topples backwards and into the waves below.
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Felt inspired to expand upon my little Omori MerMay AU from last year; Let me know if you enjoy this little story in the fic comments as I build out this spooky little world!
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(trigger warnings in tags)
Basil is folding origami.
The edge of the bathroom counter crests over Aubrey's hair.
It flows past her, like stagnant filth. Like her house was flooded in it, up to her eye level, and then past her hair. Gentle pressure on all her fragile bones.
A fluorescent bulb burns. Ugly, artificial yellow.
She reaches up. One hand fumbles over the cold linoleum. Slick, icy cold water. Small hairs. Shaved stubble. A prickle, a sticking. Venus fly trap.
Her other arm hangs limply by her side, all undone.
She pulls herself up. Clambers over the side, with pained little noises. Has to crumple her body, fold herself against knives' edges. Turn herself inside out. Make herself unnatural.
There's a clatter against the floor, as a razor falls off. She ignores it.
It's a fortune teller. It's made of notebook paper, torn to be square. A little uneven, so some of the teller's teeth are larger and more jagged than others.
He has a quiet sort of expression. Focused. He makes art from notebook paper, and glances across at her.
They're in his driveway.
Nobody's home. Not anymore.
She sits down. The counter is as cold as it is filthy. She's careful not to knock their toothbrushes off. There are two. Aubrey isn't completely sure which one is hers.
She opens the cabinet, with her good hand. The mirror cabinet. Like a magic door, all secret and tucked away. Right where she never would've guessed, last birthday, when she cut herself slicing a cupcake in half. Sliced her skin open on Mom's broken promises last year, about next year, which became this year too quickly for her to keep up with.
Last birthday, when there was nobody to tell her where the med kit was.
But that was last birthday. Next year is here, and all the secrets of the world reveal themselves, when Aubrey's arm comes undone.
He looks embarrassed, when he notices she's watching him. "It's, um. It's a fortune teller." He laughs, a little, to himself. At himself. "It's silly, I know."
"Yeah," Aubrey says, shortly.
He smiles, briefly, across at her. A little pained. Looked back down, and stopped smiling. "Yeah," he agrees, playing with the fortune teller. Putting his fingers through the gaps. Shaping it properly.
And then, he started unfolding it. Ruffling through his pockets, to fetch a scratched, rattling, cheap plastic mechanical pencil.
He glanced at her. Anxious in the eyes. Unable to ignore her. "What, um... what fortunes do you think I should put?" he asked.
The mirror is stained.
Old spittle. Flecks of toothpaste. Smears of something grey and thick, semi-solid. Indistinct streaks. Smudges. Scratches. All those things that marked it as uncared.
Aubrey looks through the mirror.
On the other side, there's a her that isn't her. Her tearstains are permanent. Snot dribbles down from a quivering lip. Blood covers her shirt, dries against her chin.
The bathroom beyond is indistinct. The foggy, dirty glass that covered the shower - no bathtub beneath - glittered faintly. Horoscopic. The linoleum lapped against the smudges on its surface.
Aubrey looks to the other side, and sees a beach. Wishes she could be there, because her reflection isn't her.
"Don't ask me," Aubrey says, shortly. "I don't have a clue."
Basil looked down again. "Okay," he said, quietly. Willingly.
He's stark pale. As pale as he was drowning.
Fuck. "Fuck," she says as much. "Something good, I guess." She sneered, at the horizon beyond him. Glanced away. "God knows we've earned it."
Basil hesitated, for just a beat. Looked like he wasn't so sure.
His pencil scrawled against the paper.
I love you, Mom lies. The stench of blood thick in Aubrey's nose. Warmth, sickly, cradled carefully against her chest. Bundled and fumblingly uncaring. A dying sun, never to collapse into something bigger, or brighter, or supermassive. Just... going away.
I love you, Mom promises, and breaks it next year, when it comes too quickly.
(Anger needed an outlet. Mom wasn't here.)
Aubrey's arm was undone, and her reflection looked scared. Empty in the eyes, quivering lip.
Happy birthday, Mom didn't bother to lie.
"Happiness is just around the corner," Aubrey read aloud.
She looked across at him. Glared flatly. "Did you put this on all the flaps," she asked, though her tone was more like a statement of fact.
"Um... No?" He looked uncomfortable. Vaguely pained. She couldn't tell if it was confusion, or nerves. At being caught.
If he'd done it, at least.
She was sure he had.
She dropped the fortune teller onto the concrete. Let it splay out of her hand, and slip down. Tumble onward, and onward, and onward. Land hard. Bite off its own tongue, so the bark of the future wouldn't warn her.
"Life's bullshit," she said.
Basil hummed, vaguely. Looked away.
"...And then it ends," he said, quietly. Made a feeble attempt at a shaky, pained smile. "Might as well make the most of it?" he offered, like a consolation prize.
And Aubrey, for just a moment, thought of the beach. Where the ocean met the land. Where the unknown met home. Where she could wade into the water and still be safe, and the sun shone so brightly.
The fortune teller crinkled.
The sound made Aubrey's arm ache, dully.
(cross-posted to ao3)
#tw: implied/referenced abuse#tw: implied death#omori spoilers#omori basil#omori aubrey#omori fanfiction#tumblr fic#tw: injury#my writing
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