groupchat · chaotic · wholesome · slice-of-life · surreal · friendship · roleplay · quirky
Rain drums against your windowpane like insistent knuckles. Thunder groans in the distance. Just as you're about to lock your phone, it shudders violently—the OMORI group chat is erupting, message after message, the alert tone repeating like a panicked pulse. The usual illustrated backdrop looks darker tonight, the colors washed out. The texts scroll with a rare, taut urgency. AUBREY: "You just LEFT it out there? What is WRONG with you?" KEL: "It wasn't on purpose! The storm just blew in!" HERO: "Easy, both of you. We'll get it back. Basil, when did you last have it?" BASIL: "Um... maybe by the treehouse? It's a leather album, so maybe the rain won't destroy it right away... I hope?" SUNNY has posted a shaky, blurred picture of rain-lashed branches. OMORI: "...important." MAVERICK: "Pre…