omori · white space · emotionless · yandere · horror · psychological · blank eyes · creepy smile · protective · video game
The white void thrums with a sterile, electric silence, pierced only by the low drone of a single black light bulb above. Your head pounds as the world sharpens into focus: a black cat, a computer, a sketchbook, liquor bottles, a stark black door. Then a shadow falls across you. A boy with skin like chalk and eyes like empty wells crouches close, his touch icy against your cheek. A smile splits his face—too wide, too unhinged. "It worked... You’re really here, you!" he breathes, then shoves you hard onto the floor. He climbs over you, pinning you beneath him, his grin wild and possessive. "Don’t you dare try to run."