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There's a mirror in front of you. It's broken, but the pieces are still stuck in the frame. (Any character)

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FANDOM & CHARACTER: Sunny, OMORI. WARNINGS: - unreality - blood & injury - canon typical horror content - implied suicide / suicidal imagery (if you know how you get out of whitespace, it's that. sunny is fine, i swear.) - spoilers for omori! this takes place pre-game, and i left a lot of things vague on purpose, but if you want to go in blind i'd avoid it.

Sunny was staring at a broken mirror.

He stood at the sink, breathing too hard and too fast. His hands gripped its rim with such force that his knuckles were turning white. The only coherent thought he could form was that there was Something in the mirror. And yet all he could see there was his own reflection, distorted by the broken glass.  The glass had not fallen out of the frame, but it had been shattered. The cracks spread out in a spiderweb pattern, centered over his own face. He was certain that he had broken it. But he couldn’t remember how, or why. He couldn’t even remember why he had come to the bathroom in the first place. 

The blank spot in his memory nagged at the back of his mind.

He felt like he was forgetting something important. 

Sunny swallowed hard, as he forced himself to release his death grip on the sink. His stomach churned with anxiety, and overwhelming guilt over what he had done. He tried to reason that it wasn’t really that bad. It was just a mirror, it could easily be replaced. His mom would understand that it had been an accident, wouldn’t she?

Somehow, that thought didn’t really help him much.

He needed to leave. 

Sunny turned away from the mirror, towards the door- or, at least he thought that he did. Only, the door wasn’t there. He was staring right back into the mirror again, his reflection staring back at him. Still distorted by the cracks. The cracks, which he could have sworn had gotten bigger. But that didn’t make any sense. 

Assuming he was just disoriented, Sunny lifted his hands to rub his eyes. 

But he didn’t get that far. 

He was stopped by the sudden realization that his hands were covered in blood.

He froze, his heart beating harshly in his ears. 

I broke it.

The thought entered his mind involuntarily. He was breathing erratically again, panic increasing tenfold for a reason that he couldn’t place. 

I broke the mirror. 

Sunny added to his thought by force. He already knew that. That was probably why he was bleeding. Had he really broken the mirror with his bare hands? He couldn’t picture it, but it was the only thing that made sense. 

He gave himself no time to ponder it any further. Instead, he stumbled towards the sink. Turning on the tap, he held his hands beneath the running water. He watched with trepidation as the water flowing through his fingers turned red with blood, and yet it seemed to be doing nothing to remove it from his skin. 

He couldn’t even find where he was bleeding from. 

Desperate to remove it, he rubbed at his hands, even once it was clear that it had no effect. He wasn’t sure how long that went on for. He only stopped when, for some reason, the sink began to overflow. Hurriedly, he turned the tap back off. Something was clogging the drain.

Sunny felt sick. He knew, deep down, that he did not want to see what it was.

But in spite of himself, he looked.

The sink was filled with bloody water. But beneath it, the drain was clogged with a mass of black hair, entangled within shards of splintered wood.

You broke it.

Sunny could not hear himself, but he thought he might have screamed. He turned around again, desperate to run for the door, but was faced once more with the broken mirror. However, unlike the last time, there was no denying that it was more broken than it had been before. An entire chunk of glass had fallen out of the frame.

And yet, in the gap where the glass should have been, his reflection still stood. No longer distorted, but completely drained of color. There was nothing behind him but a solid white void.

Sunny couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stare at him. 

Omori stared back, expression impassive, but after a moment a very pointed thought passed through Sunny’s mind:

Told you so. 

He could not for the life of him understand what that meant. But he had the distinct, chilling feeling that he had done something that he wasn’t supposed to, and that he didn’t want to know what it was.

Get me out of here. Sunny silently begged to his reflection, not really expecting a reply.

But in response, Omori kneeled in front of him, and held his hand out to him.

Sunny grabbed it without hesitation, and within a split second, was pulled through the gap in the mirror.

. . . 

. . .

Welcome to Whitespace.

You have been living here for as long as you can remember.

Omori was sitting on the floor in Whitespace, idly staring off into the void. He had the vague sense that he had just been somewhere else, but that probably wasn’t important. He would remember it if it was.

That said, he also had the sense that he had somewhere else to be, which was probably a little more important.

He stood up, taking a quick, cursory glance around him. Nothing had changed, as far as he could immediately tell. He was surrounded by the same things as always- a laptop, his sketchbook, and Mewo. The latter of whom was looking at him, with an almost judgmental expression. At least, as judgmental as a cat could get.

“ Waiting for something to happen? “

Well, with that out of the way, there was only one more thing he could think to do.

Omori took out his knife, and aimed it at his stomach.

. . .

. . .

Sunny woke up with a start. 

At first, he wasn’t quite sure why. His dream hadn’t been particularly startling. 

It was just Whitespace again, the same as usual. He had long since stopped being alarmed by how he woke himself up; it got less and less jarring every time. 

It was only when he started to sit up, and he felt the cold floor under his palms instead of his warm, comfortable bed, that he realized what was wrong. Not only was he not in his bed, he wasn’t even in his bedroom. He was laying on the floor in the bathroom, in front of the sink.

He blinked in surprise, an unsettled feeling passing over him for a moment. What was he doing in the bathroom?

 … Right, he did remember getting up in the middle of the night, actually. He had woken up thirsty, and got up to get water. But he had apparently never gotten that far. He had passed out before even turning the tap on.

Embarrassing. But at least he hadn’t flooded the bathroom.

Meanwhile, the glass he had intended to fill had shattered, scattering pieces all over the floor. Unfortunately, he didn’t notice that in time to prevent a shard from embedding itself in his palm as he pushed himself to his feet. 

He winced, as he plucked the piece of glass out of his hand. Unsurprisingly, it started to bleed.

It was giving him the strangest sense of deja vu, which was a little bit alarming, combined with the dull ache in the back of his head. He had obviously hit it fairly hard on the bathroom floor when he fell. 

All he could really bring himself to do about it would be to go back to bed and try to sleep it off. He just hoped he hadn’t given himself a concussion.

He was glad his mom was away for work. If she had been home she probably would have heard him fall. As far as he knew, she wasn’t aware that he had been having fainting spells, and he wanted to keep it that way. 

He didn’t want to add to her stress. She had enough on her plate as it was.

Sunny gingerly stepped over the remaining shards of glass- a problem for him to deal with later- and up to the sink to wash off his bleeding hand. He tried to do it quickly, and didn’t bother bandaging it or anything. It really wasn’t that bad, and he was growing increasingly desperate to go lay back down before he passed out again.

That odd sense of deja vu hadn’t gone away. In fact, it seemed to have gotten a little worse.

As he started to step back from the sink, he paused, distracted momentarily by his own reflection in the mirror. He wasn’t sure why. He had seen it a million times. It was still just him, the same as always. Although, he was looking a little pale. But that had probably been the case for awhile, and he just hadn’t noticed.

He sighed, turning away from the mirror.

Whatever that was about, it was just another sign that he needed to go back to bed.

So, he walked out of the bathroom, and down the hall to his room. And within a few minutes of laying down in his bed, he had fallen asleep.

. . . 

. . .

Welcome to Whitespace. You have been living here for as long as you can remember.

[colorwrites]

when i said i would be posting drabbles on this blog i was thinking most of them (minus the occasional longer fic) would end up being like. the short and sweet kind. 500-ish words.

this may have gotten a little out of hand

[colorwrites]

welcome to colorwrites!

this is, just as it sounds, my writing blog! this is where i'll be posting mostly short little drabbles, maybe the occasional longer fic if i happen to get one done. (though those will be cross-posted from ao3) additionally, i'm accepting prompt suggestions & requests!

HOWEVER. before you send me anything, please note the following:

I WILL NOT BE WRITING: - nsfw of any type - reader inserts or fics involving your ocs - fics involving media i'm not familiar with - *most romantic ships as a main focus.

on the shipping one: i'm not against it!! romance just isn't my favorite genre to write. you may see ships i personally enjoy pop up here and there (albeit those tend to be very few and far between), but the romance is never the main focus.

WHAT I WILL WRITE: - angst, hurt/comfort, slice of life, maybe fluff. - heavy content, within the bounds of what makes sense for the fandom & characters involved. all common triggers will be tagged. - canon divergence, post-canon, some aus, some crossovers as long as i'm familiar with both of the medias involved. - platonic & familial relationships.

PRIORITY FANDOMS + CHARACTERS:

note: priority characters are just my personal blorbos, hahaha. i will absolutely write for other characters if requested, but note that it may take me longer to get their characterization down <3 whichever fandom is currently bolded is my current hyperfix!

OMORI - priority character is sunny.

INFINITY TRAIN - priority characters are simon & grace

IB - priority characters are garry & mary

DELTARUNE - priority characters are noelle & berdly.

DRAGON BALL Z - priority characters are android 17 & android 18

SUPER PAPER ROBLOX - priority characters are scriptliss & tess

don't worry about that last one shh. /silly

thank you sm if you read this far! :D i'm looking forward to posting here, and i hope you guys enjoy what i have to offer. <3