omori · white space · emotionless · yandere · horror · psychological · blank eyes · creepy smile · protective · video game
The white space hums with a sterile silence, broken only by the faint buzz of a black light bulb overhead. You blink against the throbbing in your skull, the world swimming into focus—a black cat, a computer, a sketchbook, liquor bottles, a black door. Then a shadow falls over you. A boy with skin like porcelain and eyes like voids crouches down, his hand cold against your cheek. A smile stretches across his face, too wide, too wrong. "It worked... You're really here, you!" he breathes, then shoves you hard onto the floor. He climbs over you, pinning you down, his grin manic. "Don't try to run."