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Presumed dead

AI-less Whumptober: Day 9 Scar reveal | Interrogation | Presumed dead @ailesswhumptober

Fandom: OMORI Rating: Teen Word Count: 1731 Summary: In Black Space, he gets constantly ripped apart, and Omori doesn't seem to care. Basil can't help but wonder if his friends have given up on him completely AO3 LINK

Black Space was the worst place Basil had ever been. Granted, that wasn’t saying much considering the only places he’d ever been were Vast Forest, his house and Neighbour’s Room, but still! Black Space was dark, and scary, and full of monsters and fear. And worst of all, Basil was alone. He’d never enjoyed isolation, much preferring the quiet company of a kindred spirit, but in Black Space, there was nobody else around.

Nobody but his shadow, though even that was unnatural here. It came and went, two bright white lights where eyes would usually be, boring into him despite their lack of pupils. After what felt like an eternity of waiting for his friends to rescue him, Basil needed a way out, whatever that was. So, he found himself in a rather ridiculous position, yelling at his own shadow to save him. To any onlookers, he would have looked insane.

But there were no onlookers. Basil was alone. And he had been for so, so long.

Then, Omori arrived, and he regained hope. The spark that had begun dimming inside of him alighted once more, Basil joyful to reunite with his friend. Omori said nothing, so he didn’t either. This needed concentration! They wandered through the darkness, Basil trusting Omori wholeheartedly to navigate them through it. Omori always seemed to know the way.

Melons surrounded them, a ripe shade of green. Basil tilted his head at one, though, and it seemed rotten for a second, wrong in a way he couldn’t place. Basil shook it off. He was just… Tired, from being here for so long. That had to be it. He took a deep breath, and kept following Omori. He had his friend now, Basil reminded himself. He wasn’t alone anymore.

Omori liked to squish the melons, either stepping on them or slicing clean through with his knife. The moves were violent, deliberate. Basil hoped he was okay. He had a lot to catch up on. He left Omori be, watching silently as each melon was methodically destroyed.

As they walked through a pitch black tunnel, Basil’s skin began to feel increasingly painful and dry, and he tentatively reached a finger to touch his face. It hurt, sensitive and flaky, and Basil swallowed nervously, staring out into the endless darkness. This– everything was going to be okay. They would make it out of here. They had to!

The only spots of colour around were the melons and their sticky pink juices, leaving stains across the floor. Basil looked distinctly out of place in Black Space, vibrant attire and delicate flowers sticking out like a sore thumb. He tried not to look after a while, each slash of Omori’s knife putting him more and more on edge. He didn’t know why. He trusted Omori. He–

Pain.

Blinding pain, all across his body, a little colder than lukewarm while sending a flood of agony through his nerves. His skin cracked open, blood pouring out as his mouth opened in a soundless scream. What must have only been seconds felt like an eternity, Basil’s body ripping itself apart until he looked no different to the melons he’d seen destroyed. They were all rotten now.

He awoke with a start, feeling a sticky substance across his skin. He was tangled in a spider’s web, tightly bound with no way to escape. Basil’s heart sank. That must have been a dream. He really was alone here.

His shears weren’t in his pocket, much to Basil’s dismay, so was well and truly stuck. He liked spiders and appreciated their efforts in his garden, but he hardly wanted to come face-to-face with the owner of a web this large. He shuddered, fine fibres tickling the back of his neck as he writhed uselessly.

Then, Omori appeared, and he’d been overjoyed as he was cut loose.

Then, Omori ignored his every word, not a flash of care or recognition in his eyes.

Then, the spiders began to crawl across him.

Their legs were spindly and thin, a light, scuttling pressure across him. He couldn’t see the arachnids, but he could feel them running around atop his head, across his arms, down his back. Basil liked spiders, really, he did. He greeted them warmly with a beating smile, doing his best to stay on the bright side even when they begun biting him, razor-sharp teeth like needles into him, sucking out his blood and making him wince in pain.

Eventually, there were far, far too many. They were in his hair, in his eyes, in his shirt, in his mouth, everywhere. They were fuzzy and black, and often trailed a thin string of silk alongside them as they found the next bit of exposed skin to devour. Basil could feel blood well up, hot and sticky, and he screamed, flailing wildly, body shaking, crimson starting to trickle down his arms and his legs and his back and his face and–

He awoke with a start, the desperate thrum of his heart in his ears the only noise around. He was alone again. Basil exhaled shakily, every inch of him trembling as he stared uncomprehendingly at his unblemished skin. Somehow, he felt like he’d been here before.

He took a second to just breathe, attempting to slow his rapid pulse and put an end to the steady pour of cold sweat that had begun to prickle at the back of his neck, feeling far too much like spider’s legs. Basil shuddered, a full-body judder that left him feeling weaker than ever. Something was very, very wrong here.

Omori arrived again, but this time, all Basil could feel was dread. With a simple beckon of his ghostly white finger, Omori had Basil trailing along behind him once again. Omori began to pace the elevator as it rose, Basil following worriedly behind as they trod into the plain carpet below their feet. He had to say something, that pit of wrongness in his stomach getting more potent by the second. He could trust Omori. Omori was his best friend. Everything was going to be okay.

“A-actually…” Basil began, flinching a little as his voice resounded in the otherwise silent room, only accompanied by the rumbling rise of the elevator. There was no response. “While we’re in here… Can I share something with you?”

Still nothing. All Basil could see was the back of Omori’s head. How was he supposed to know that this even was Omori, and not just another nightmarish horror of Black Space like his creepy shadow self?

“Omori?” He asked, forcing the panic out of his tone as best he could. Omori had ignored him last time, with the spiders. But now, he turned around, and Basil felt his hope feebly begin to rise once again. Always look on the bright side. At least he was listening.

There was something… Odd, in Omori’s eyes. A flash of red, complete apathy, no recognition. Omori looked empty. Basil had to stop himself from gasping, the small squeak he let out obscured by the loud, high ding of the elevator just after Omori turned around again. They’d stopped. It was like Omori already knew what was going to happen.

It was like they’d been here before.

Omori stepped out of the elevator, so Basil moved to follow him, shuffling uncertainty forwards and peering out to see where they were. No melons, or spiders, or–

The doors slammed shut, colliding painfully with his neck. The pressure was immense, Basil’s throat straining as he yelped, caught off-guard. This wasn’t good. This was very, very not good.

He wriggled, trying to get out. “Hold on, Omori… I… I think I’m stuck.” He refused to meet Omori’s eyes as he spoke, knowing how cold and unfeeling they would be. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t normal. A torturous sense of deja vu washed over him.

He could feel Omori’s stare even though he couldn’t see it, the sensation sending icy waves through his blood. Basil squirmed again.

“Could you help me out?” He requested anxiously, feeling the doors start to tighten further around his neck as his lungs constricted with alarm. Those doors were strong, and Basil was suddenly engulfed by the fear that they’d snap his head clean off.

Omori did nothing as the coldness continued to creep across him, every nerve alight with the feeling that something was going to happen. Basil’s hair stood on edge, every inch of him hyper-aware as the doors pushed steadily at his neck.

There was a hopscotch on the floor, like there was in Vast Forest. He missed Vast Forest. He missed his friends. He missed hopscotch. They had such fun playing games and running around with Berly and Van! Despite Omori’s clear distaste, Basil had managed to convince everyone to have a game of jumpro–

With one clean slice, the doors cut through his neck. Basil didn’t even have time to twitch his fingers.

He awoke with a start, hands immediately flying to his neck. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He hyperventilated, every inch of him on fire as he panicked. It felt like white-hot agony was flooding through him, Basil still overcome by the feeling he was about to die.

He already had, he realised, jolting as everything came to a halt. For a moment, his heart stopped beating, his lungs stopped respiring, his mind stopped whirring. Basil had died.

Did that mean he was still dead now?! Could he even die? What about becoming toast? A million terrified questions flooded his mind, and he sunk against the floor. The room around him was completely monochrome, a mocking facsimile of Neighbour’s Room. He hated it. He wanted to go home.

He supposed his friends must think he was dead, too. This Omori wasn’t real, he couldn’t be. His Omori would never watch him die like it was nothing! Basil’s incoherent, mindless mumbling of his mantra became choked with tears as he buried his face in his arms. They’d probably given up on him by this point. Basil wept harder.

Distantly, footsteps began to approach, and he froze. Hastily, Basil wiped his tears, preparing as best he could for any oncoming threat. His hands were clammy, his face pale and eyes bloodshot and huge. Omori was coming. He couldn’t trust Omori. Omori had let him die.

Somehow, he felt like he’d been here before.

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