Posting Tiny Snippets Of Fanfic Until Someone Finds It Interesting Enough For Me To Finish It And Put

posting tiny snippets of fanfic until someone finds it interesting enough for me to finish it and put it all on ao3, part 5

content warning: serious self-harm, references to emotional neglect and abuse.

[MARI - 25]

Mari booted up the old PC. The Puppeteer watched, warped face sneering in the reflection of the black screen, long, stringy hair covering thin shoulders; Sunny was busy with Basil today. 

Trying to ignore the creature behind her, Mari looked out the window. Perhaps her vision was getting worse, some parts of the backyard looked blank, like raindrops distorting the view outside a windowpane. She could still see the forest and sky, and figure outside. He was always there too, scarf flapping in the wind. She imagined him as her father, waiting peacefully for her to come outside and play…

Come now, Mari. You know that’s not good enough. Take a break, we can do more soon.

Mari’s fingers tapped absent-mindedly along the desk. She played out some notes… right, G4, E5, …left, C4, G4 and E4, once again,... everything played mezzoforte, she hummed quietly to herself… 

Yes, this one would sound good enough for Dad. This one would be perfect…

She closed her eyes. It was like it was all really there… left, A3, C#4 and E4; G3, C#4 and E4, repeat,... right, G5, D5, no, wait, E5…

Wait.

Mari froze.

What was she doing?

No, what the fuck was she doing?

No, no, no. Absolutely not. Never again

Her mother's voice echoed in her head. 

Don't hurt yourself, Mari. I told you to stop. You're burdening me and everyone else.

No, no, wait, but,

Mari slammed her hands on the edge of the desk, and again. Over and over and over and over and over. She hit them harder and harder. Over and over and over and over and over. She hit them until they turned purple and throbbed, she hit them until they went numb. Then she kept hitting. 

She stopped. Her fingers were shaking, bent in odd directions. The bandages must've slipped off.

She knew it was supposed to hurt, but it didn't. She looked blankly at the shattered mechanics of her hands.

Her mother burst into the room, the door flying open. Mari hadn't heard the footsteps. “God, Mari, what did I tell you? That's the third time this month.”

Mari stood up and looked at her mother's shoes, avoiding her eyes. They were navy velvet loafers, with a small rose near the top of the shoe. Perfect mom shoes for a perfect mom.

“No, we're not going to the hospital again. They're fed up with you.” Her mother grabbed Mari's wrists, pulling them harshly. She peered at the fingers.

“Go and clean them up and bandage them. I'm sick of this. I know you miss him, but this isn't appropriate.”

Mari moved to leave, slipping past her mother, avoiding touch. As she walked toward the door, her mother sighed deeply.

“You know you're fine. Don't pretend otherwise. I'm fine and you're fine. If you weren’t fine, you would talk to me.”

Mari nodded distractedly, and busied herself in the bathroom. Puppeteer loomed in the mirror, hissing the words her mother said. 

You're a burden. She's sick of you. They’re fed up with you. You're fine. You're fine. You're fine. This isn’t appropriate.

Mari tried to ignore it.

i posted like a tiny bit to ao3

considering that the majority of this fic isn't anywhere near done i can't promise regular updates but i hope this... interests people??

next update will be when i finish the mari au

why not put the worst thing i have ever made here too.

context: dreamscape au. may apply to the actual canon if you want. (???)

art by me. song is that one kuromi ai cover of 679. based off something i found on insta.

I think an Omori 2 staring Basil would fall into the same trap as Subnautica (2) below zero.

Subnautica Below Zero is an awesome game! IF it would have been the first. It is literally smaller in map size and less scarier in nearly every way.

An Omori 2 might find itself in the shadow of the Original, in many aspects.

Omori 2, if it even comes to exist (hope not), might honestly ruin the franchise as a whole. Although the team seems to be milking what they can, with merch and the manga, so it's still relatively popular.

I can see, what, a few functional (?) possibilies:

Your Basil idea could work. I wouldn't trust it unless all assets were completely rewritten, and everything was entirely changed, because if not, it demonstrates a very poor understanding of trauma. I can't really stand people who try to give Basil or anyone else a White Space, it just misses the point of representing dissociation and repression. Different characters value different things, and their trauma manifests differently. Even as minor things as people assuming Basil can actually see Sunny's Something and isn't viewing a different hallucination are incredibly and dangerously damaging.

A potential Mari AU might work, but it would have the same problem. It would also need to have better twists or other convoluted, since the original game's twist was so central to its current fandom.

I really hope that Omori 2 never exists, genuinely. As much as I love the original game, its irreplaceability is key to its charm.

PafL

Parties are for Losers

From Ferry

You can find it on YouTube for free.

Each song describes some events, usually from the same narrator throughout one song.

It uses Vocaloids which can be interesting.

another ask yayy

I am a massive Vocaloid nerd. you've discovered my weakness.

see you with an analysis soon.

posting tiny snippets of fanfic until people find it interesting but remember this is just a segment of a wider multiverse, part 6

content warning: description designed to remind reader of an in-game jumpscare

[MARI - 25]

“I’m going out,” Mari’s mother yelled from the living room. Mari made no effort to reply.

Her mother leaving meant the knocking would start up again, like someone was watching her house just to target Mari. 

It scared her. 

The Puppeteer whispered things that the person might do. 

It didn’t help.

Mari sighed, and leaned back on her bed. The knocking started up again.

“Open the door.”

It was Sunny’s voice. He looked at her forcefully. She turned away from him, staring at the wall. 

He is with Basil.

“Open the door,” he repeated.

Mari lay down. Maybe she could will the knocking away. 

He isn’t supposed to be here.

“Open the door.”

She covered her head with a pillow. She knew what was going to happen.

Sunny angrily threw his halo on the ground.

Suddenly, Sunny’s voice distorted, and he let out a piercing shriek. Mari froze, burying herself more, squeezing her eyes shut. Sunny kept shrieking, screaming, like he was a child throwing a tantrum, he wouldn’t shut up, he wouldn’t shut up, he wouldn’t shut up. Mari could see his snapped neck and twisted features, mouth gaping open to eat her, eyes empty, empty, empty, begging, wailing…

Sunny went dead silent.

Mari opened her eyes. She was in front of the door, and it was open.

I didn’t do that.

“Oh-oh-oh my gosh! M-Mari! It’s me! Aubrey? Do you remember me?” 

A short, brown-haired girl beamed. She was wearing a pink shirt and a long, beige skirt, clutching her fingers together. Her eyes were shining, like she’d seen a present or a shiny toy. She looked simple.

This isn’t Aubrey, Mari thought. Aubrey was shorter, and carried a stuffed toy. Aubrey…

Aubrey’s real features had escaped her mind. But this wasn’t Aubrey.

“I didn’t expect you to open the door!”

I didn’t open it.