[It was still more than he expected. Omori had always been like a set of comfortable clothes in Headspace, an armor that made him feel... safe. Yet, Omori tried to stop him from learning the truth in the end.
And actually fought him.
He couldn't even say exactly what that fight had been about, how it happened, but the wounds felt real and the fear was running so deep inside his soul. His mind had never been to a darker place, with thoughts caressing the idea of- no. He was not going to go there, not anymore.
The only remaining eye followed the knife, stab after stab, and he hummed. Omori didn't know. Omori didn't know. But Omori seemed to at least aware of what happened in the dreams so... did Sunny just wear him like a fancy glove? Forcing him to go through the dance of his dream loop over and over?
In the end, there was only one word he could find himself saying.]
no subject
And actually fought him.
He couldn't even say exactly what that fight had been about, how it happened, but the wounds felt real and the fear was running so deep inside his soul. His mind had never been to a darker place, with thoughts caressing the idea of- no. He was not going to go there, not anymore.
The only remaining eye followed the knife, stab after stab, and he hummed. Omori didn't know. Omori didn't know. But Omori seemed to at least aware of what happened in the dreams so... did Sunny just wear him like a fancy glove? Forcing him to go through the dance of his dream loop over and over?
In the end, there was only one word he could find himself saying.]
. . . Sorry.