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Sunny’s body feels like it's floating.
It’s calming, he doesn’t mind it too much if they’re being honest. The change of stimuli feels calming and grounding to the young teen. They’re so used to feeling so heavy, the weight of his grief and regrets would weigh down his shoulders every moment of every day since the night of the recital. It would make his lower back ache and cry out in pain, or maybe it was the fact his posture was terrible. Either way, it wasn’t fun.
Which is why when suddenly they feel their body drop down on a cold floor he groans. He doesn’t have much time to process the feelings before an echo-ey voice rings out in his mind.
‘Welcome to Grey Space. It’s your first time here.’
Sunny groans even louder at this before reluctantly opening his eyes (his eyes were closed? They hadn’t even noticed…).
The first thing they notice is the clutter. While White Space was empty and devoid of any visual stimulation, this was the exact opposite. Despite the base colour of the room appearing to be grey, as the name suggests, there were splashes of colourful paint across the room. It made Sunny think of an artist he learnt about once in class but more intense.
(Jackson Pollock? He’s pretty sure that was his name.)
Outside of the colour however, there were also many items scattered across the room. Mewo was present, but appeared to be on top of an overly complexe cat tree. There were piles upon piles of sketchbooks scattered about the area, they seemed to be all filled and well loved by someone who would stick and glue their way through the pages.
There were also multiple pieces of art supplies, some basic ones Sunny could recognize, but others seemed more obscure, or generally just not within Sunny’s knowledge of what art supplies could even look like. Despite all the mess however, it didn’t overwhelm Sunny. It felt like an organised chaos, one he could understand. The eye in the hurricane or whatever the expression was.
Looking around however, brought out one sight sticking out like a sore thumb in the sea of colour.
Omori.
Omori sat there, looking at Sunny with its usual blank expression.
Immediately, Sunny can feel himself get overwhelmed. What on earth is Omori still doing here? Didn’t they defeat it?
As if reading his mind, which it probably was considering this literally is in Sunny’s head, Omori’s eyes flickered for a moment. It’s always been difficult for Sunny to understand the small changes and meaning in people's facial expressions, but something inside of them told him that Omori’s expression conveyed ‘Tired, don't want to fight. Just want to rest’.
Sunny feels the tension in his body release slowly at this realisation. He slowly began to make his way next to the black and white mirror of themself and sat down slowly. Sunny can feel Omori’s eyes on him, but decides to ignore it, instead looking up at the ceiling and admiring all the colours.
A beat passes, and Omori’s eyes leave Sunny’s form, joining their gaze towards the sky.
‘It is quite nice…’
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“I cannot fucking believe them”
“Aubrey, you need to calm down -”
“ I AM PERFECTLY FUCKING CALM I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW- ”
Aubrey's yell is cut off by her letting out a noise of frustration before she slams her baseball bat on the pavement outside.
“At least this isn’t in the hospital...” Kel mumbles out, silently thankful property damage isn’t something he has to worry about today.
Aubrey’s head turns toward him again, eyes full of anger and fury. She walks closer to Kel before jabbing her finger into his chest and getting into his face.
“We just got told fucking Sunny killed his fucking sister and- and that Basil! Basil of all people helped him in covering it up to make it look like she fucking killed herself and you’re concerned about- about me hitting the fucking floor? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
She cries out. Kel is looking at her, his expression inderscenable, and that pissed Aubrey off even more. She pushes over her friend and goes back to her angry pacing. Kel stumbles a bit, nearly falling over from his lack of balance (really, why did no one tell him being tall would be so disorientating?) before catching himself and glancing at Hero.
The oldest was sitting on the side of the hospital's flower bed, his eyes still unfocused and hazy. It painfully reminded Kel of when Mari first died, how Hero seemed to lose his will to do anything. Back then Kel had wondered if Mari killing herself had also killed his brother, if not literally than metaphorically. It almost made him mad at Mari back then, for doing this to his brother, but he caught those thoughts soon and nearly vomited from the guilt.
Shaking his head, Kel returns his attention to the pink haired girl right as she seemed to have had enough of the others ‘indifference’.
“ How can you be so fucking calm?? Don’t you give a shit about what Sunny just told us, how he lied to us for years?! He killed Mari and lied to us, then 4 years later decided ‘whoops nevermind let me tell you guys’! He hung his fucking sister and you don’t care!” She yelled out, eyes blazing as she held his gaze.
Something in Kel snapped at that moment, how fucking dare Aubrey say he doesn’t care! It must’ve shown on his face, as her eyes widened slightly before he yelled back.
“Of course I care! Don’t you think I want to join you and immediately hate them and pin all the blame onto Sunny and Basil? Because I fucking do!”
Aubrey's mouth opened slightly in shock, but Kel was nowhere near finished.
“But guess what! I’m not because yeah, it's been 4 years, but I knew, you knew, how much Sunny fucking loved Mari. He looked at her like she was his guardian angel for Christ's sake! And you know how protective we’ve always been about him, especially Basil.
We all treated him as the baby of the group, we all promised to protect him no matter what! So I’m so fucking sorry I want to hear out the reasonings as to why they did what they did before deciding to hate the people I considered family for my entire life!”
As Kel finishes his speech he could feel his breath come in short bursts, despite all his basketball his stamina was no match to the emotional mess he was going through right now. His eyes stayed locked with Aubrey’s, daring her to make a comment or try to pull more shit with him before a quiet sob broke them out of their staring contest.
They both whipped their heads towards the noise to see that Hero was sobbing quietly, face in his hands and shoulders shaking. They make eye contact again, agreeing this conversation wasn’t over and they’d discuss more later on without a single word (a useful skill learnt from all the years they were friends) before heading over to their crying friend.
The three sat there, the large and imposing hospital behind them as they held each other, the silence only broken by the sobs of the oldest. It didn’t feel real. None of it did. They all needed time.
They ignored that the flowers right behind them were iris’s.
(The iris represents hope and cherished friendship.
Mari always said it was one of her favourite flowers.)