YEAH I PLAY OMORI AND AS SOON AS I SAW "black space" I WAS LIKE OMORI????? btw this is just a platonic fic because i don't write romantic fics for fem!characters :D
also i'm so sorry i didn't see that you wanted it as a drabble and i fell so in love with the idea because i love omori so much kasdhfaksjdkfa i hope you don't mind it's a little long i was a little self indulgent
also another note i gave them the ability to manipulate reality with mirrors and like conjure and get rid of things and make you like hallucinate and change people's perception of things? its kind of all over the place but its me so don't be surprised.
Sweet Dreams
𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻
𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴: Valorant
𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: fade x gn reader (platonic) (could be read as romantic)
𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 & 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: hurt/comfort but like spooky; gn reader; symptoms of depression, hallucinations, signs of derealization and dissociation
𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺: 1.2k
The air was sharp, sulfurous as it passed through your nose. You grimaced, detesting the foul scent. Black sludge sloshed under your feet, waving as if there was something swimming underneath it. You decided that thinking little of it would be better.
It was dark, you could hardly see. In the distance, in every direction there were bright white lightbulbs, the exact same as the one right over your head. They didn't radiate light, though. They shone as if their brightness was trapped inside confining glass walls.
You grabbed a bullet from the pistol hanging at your hip and tied it to the bulb above your head with a piece of string. Then, you walked forward, seeing how far you could go. Were there walls? Was it just an infinite void?
The sludge gave only slightly under your feet, whatever was under it was following with you. You neared one of the other lightbulbs, but it was no different. Tied to it, there was a bullet. A bullet from your pistol.
You sighed. You'd had this dream before. It had started a few nights ago, and the dream only got worse and worse. You had no hope in changing it.
Suddenly, the black sludge started to grow around you. You breath caught in your throat, eyes widening in terror as it rose above your head.
You tried to run, desperately trying to separate your feet from the darkness beneath them, all for naught. Dark tentacles rose from the sludge, wrapping themselves around your ankles.
Your heart dropped to your toes as you began to sink. You could no longer move, more tentacles creeping out and wrapping themselves around your entire body.
You sank deeper and deeper, eventually nearing your face. The lightbulb above you shattered, broken glass raining down onto your head as you squeezed your eyes shut.
Emerged in total darkness, you were eventually pulled completely under. The darkness forced its way into your mouth, tasting like sulfur and gas.
Your eyes couldn't close, and you could feel the substance forcing its way behind them. It went up your nose, travelled down your airways, filled your stomach. It flowed through your veins, forced its way into your flesh.
It was taking you over completely. You tried to draw your mirrors, you tried to conjugate something into existence to free yourself. It didn't work.
And finally, you relaxed. You let it take hold of you, and you realized that really, it wasn't so bad. It was so much better than the real world. There was nothing to hurt you there, it was so peaceful.
Suddenly, you awoke, tears dripping from your eyes and sweat gluing you to the sheets. You lifted your hands to your face, feeling yourself.
It was all a dream. That became your mantra. That 'dream', though, it took up your waking hours as well. You thought about it incessantly. What did it mean? It seemed so much better than this godawful world, filled with violence and hatred.
You slowly made your way out of bed. You wouldn't return. It was about four in the morning. No sane person should wake at such a time, but at this point you didn't know if you counted as 'sane'.
You shut the closet door, remembering the stories of monsters that your mother fed you as a child. You checked under your bed, seeing that nothing malicious hid under, ready to attack. Your dreams were peaceful, but you never knew what horrors may exist during your waking hours. You gulped your heart down, returning it to its place in your chest.
You sighed, making your way out the door of your room and to the kitchen. You filled the kettle and flicked the switch, turning it on. As it boiled, you poured instant coffee into one of the protocol mugs.
You jumped when you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, looking through the doorway to see who it was. It was the one and only Fade, the seer of fears. You dreaded the words yet to come out of her mouth.
Your mouth dried as you returned to your cup of shitty coffee. You didn't greet her when she entered the kitchen, avoiding eye contact. Before, you'd be happy to see her, you'd greet her, perhaps to her dismay. You got along well with people, you liked to think. Well, you did. Not so much anymore.
"Hey." Fade greeted tiredly, looking at you expectantly, though your back remained to her.
"Hi." You
mumbled quietly, nearly inaudible. You stirred your coffee aggressively with a wooden stirrer, careful not to get any of the boiling water on your hands.
You didn't say anything else. You remained silent, as did Fade. Neither of you wanted to speak, though you reckoned it was for different reasons. The silence was suffocating, reminding you why you hated being awake so much. Maybe you should return to your bed, it would be so much more peaceful.
"It feels like you're leaving us." Fade said, finally. She broke the silence that was driving you insane. You didn't respond to her, didn't turn around and look back. You remained staring at your coffee, still stirring it aimlessly. You were sure it had dissolved, but stopping felt pointless.
"I've been in your dreams. They're trying to take you from us." She continued, voice swirling around your head. 'So what?' You thought to yourself. 'So what if they take me? They're so much better than this horrible place.' You hated that your thoughts had turned so malicious, but it was difficult to avoid. That dream which had continued through the nights was become your safe space, even if it wasn't fit to be such a thing.
"Please don't let them take you. I fear something is wrong. You talk so little now, it feels like you've disappeared. You're gone in your room all day, except for when you're sent on mission. You've nearly died because you haven't been paying attention."
Something in her words struck you. You didn't remember much from the missions you'd been on in the time since that dream had started plaguing you, but you remembered when one of the opponent's bullets had scraped the side of your face. Raze had shoved you out of the way just in time.
You felt bad. You were leaving them. They didn't deserve that.
"I'm sorry." You muttered quietly. You turned around, only to see Fade shaking her head as she stared at you.
"It is not your fault. I fear something is happening, and there is very little that I fear. I believe it is plaguing you as well. Both of us manipulate the human mind, and we are not so different. This vision of mine may be rubbing off on you, and for that, I apologize. You must stay awake, though. This will not pass easily."
With that, she left the kitchen. Her words left a shiver in your core. Finally, you realized. Your dream was not peace, it was violence incarnate. You were a single dead face amongst many, an entire ocean. Death may be peaceful, but it is not the answer.
"Thank you, Fade. My sense has returned to me now. We will overcome this." You whispered to your coffee. For some reason, and it may have just been your tired mind, you though you saw the shape of an eye in your coffee.
i hope you liked it!!! im so sorry it took so long i havent been super motivated to write recently :<
remember to drink water :D
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Tips on making your horror game genuinely scary.
Put in a ghoul.
Remember to utilize fundamental human fears, like the fear there might be a ghoul around. Put in a second ghoul.
Undermine the player's sense of safety by introducing something dangerous to areas previously considered safe, such as a third ghoul (in a ghoul-proof room or the like).
Draw on modern social anxieties, such as political radicalization or global warming. You can easily personify these things as, say, a fourth ghoul.
Create a sense of unease by...fuck it, that sounds hard, fifth ghoul.
Sixth ghoul, just in case the first five aren't scary enough.
Create disturbing imagery like a seventh, eighth and ninth ghoul.
Something something sense of powerlessness something something the uncanny something something. Tenth ghoul.
Remember to study the horror greats - King, Poe, Lovecraft. What did they all have in common? All wrote about ghouls probably. Imitate them and put in an eleventh ghoul.
Well, if you have eleven ghouls already, you might as well spring for a full dozen ghouls. That's just good business sense.
Thirteen is the spookiest number! Obviously a thirteenth ghoul would be the scariest thing! Your players will be talking about this for months!
Ok, fine, I guess you could put in a werewolf or shoggoth or something. Just don't blame me when the players are saying "hmm, that was pretty scary, but you know what would have been really terrifying? A fourteenth ghoul!"
Make the game room fit the tone of your game by having sinister music, low lighting and a fifteenth ghoul under the table who will eat anyone who complains about the number of ghouls in the campaign. That'll spook 'em!
Happy spooking and always remember the three rules of horror: ghouls. Ghouls! GHOULS!!!!
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