A/N: Hello everyone! Since I cannot post anything on Saturday as I am busy that day, there is going to be an early chapter! I hope you all enjoy! :)
TW: Some Foul Language.
'𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃.'
BASIL furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the black figure. 'Wow, thanks for the obvious answer. Yeesh, you could've just told me that.'
The figure only tilted its head, similar to how an animal tilts its head when confused.
'Jeez, this is like some shit from a movie or something. Am I REALLY talking to some figure from my imagination? God, I must've gone even more insane.', BASIL sighs.
The black figure continued to gaze at BASIL with its white scribbled eyes, its enigmatic presence undisturbed by his frustration. There was a sense of patience and understanding emanating from the figure, as if it recognized the confusion and doubt that BASIL was experiencing.
'Yₒᵤ ₘₐᵧ ᵩᵤₑₛₜᵢₒₙ ₜₕₑ ₙₐₜᵤᵣₑ ₒ𝒻 ₒᵤᵣ ₑₙ𝒸ₒᵤₙₜₑᵣ,' the figure finally spoke, its voice calm and measured. 'Bᵤₜ 𝓌ₕₑₜₕₑᵣ ᵢ ₐₘ ₐ ₚᵣₒ𝒹ᵤ𝒸ₜ ₒ𝒻 ᵧₒᵤᵣ ᵢₘₐ𝓰ᵢₙₐₜᵢₒₙ ₒᵣ ₛₒₘₑₜₕᵢₙ𝓰 ᵦₑᵧₒₙ𝒹, 𝓌ₕₐₜ ₘₐₜₜₑᵣₛ ᵢₛ ₜₕₑ ₛᵢ𝓰ₙᵢ𝒻ᵢ𝒸ₐₙ𝒸ₑ ᵧₒᵤ ₐₜₜₐ𝒸ₕ ₜₒ ₜₕᵢₛ ₑₓₚₑᵣᵢₑₙ𝒸ₑ. ₚₑᵣ𝒸ₑₚₜᵢₒₙ, ₐ𝒻ₜₑᵣ ₐₗₗ, ₛₕₐₚₑₛ ₒᵤᵣ ᵣₑₐₗᵢₜᵧ.'
'Oh MY god', BASIL ruffles his hair in frustration, 'PLEASE stop talking in riddles, I cannot understand ANYTHING your fucking saying!', He grumbles.
The black figure observed BASIL's frustration with an unwavering gaze, seemingly unaffected by his outburst. Its enigmatic presence remained unchanged, as if it had anticipated his reaction.
BASIL blankly stares at the figure, watching its every move. With a curious yet determined demeanor, he reached out and touched the figure. The moment their skin made contact, a jolt of energy surged through his body, enveloping him in a swirling vortex of memories and emotions.
Visions flashed before BASIL's eyes—a tapestry of moments from his past, both joyous and painful. He saw fragments of forgotten dreams and long-buried fears, woven together in a complex tapestry of his own experiences. The figure seemed to be unraveling the layers of his subconscious, peeling away the walls that he had built to protect himself.
As BASIL forcefully pulled his hand away from the figure, he stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest. The surge of memories and emotions that had enveloped him abruptly ceased, leaving him disoriented and shaken.
Fear and confusion washed over him as he struggled to make sense of the encounter. The figure, still standing before him, maintained its enigmatic presence, its white scribbled eyes fixed on BASIL. The room felt heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breaths.
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OUTRUN THE TRUTH {OMORI AU}
Teen FictionFollowing the INCIDENT, the atmosphere in CLOSEBY shifted drastically. There was a noticeable increase in fear and aggression towards BASIL, fueling his growing resentment. Years of enduring pain caused by a particular individual had undoubtedly lef...
