Author's Note: I'd like to thank Xrangel for the inspiration. I was reading their Omori fan fiction called Last Call Before Hell and there was a scene with Sunny and Basil that gave me the idea to write this. Another reason I decided to write this fan fiction is that I wanted to bring something more uplifting while still being realistic as to what could possibly happen based on the events that take place in the game Omori. I did make up a few characters since this takes place after Sunny moves away. I'll admit this was a little rushed as I was and am still struggling to write. This did help but it does kinda end abruptly because I didn't know where to take the rest of the story. Hope y'all enjoy it regardless. As a disclaimer, I am not a healthcare professional. Seek help from qualified professionals. This is just a work of fiction.

Omori © Omocat and Crew

Fan fiction © YLFanatic94

"Are you excited?" Basil bit his lip and glanced to his right at the window. Sunlight peeked in through a small crack in the curtains.

"Um...yeah. Kinda."

"Kinda, huh?" A few feet across the teen was a woman. She wore a black T-Shirt that said 'There's Good In Every Day'.

Basil pointed to his right eye.

"Ah, I see", she nodded, "How long has it been again? A year?"

"I think so," Basil mumbled. "but he might still hate me for that."

"Perhaps", she adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses. "However, you'll never know unless you talk with him. Remember, you've both been affected by trauma. Surely your friend-what was his name again?"

"Sunny."

"I'm sure Sunny has been going through treatment as well. Give him the benefit of the doubt."

"What does that mean again?" Basil scratched his head.

"It can mean accepting something or putting your trust in someone-even if it's difficult."

"Who's coming over?" Sunny glanced over the couch at his middle-aged mother.

"You'll have to wait and see," she winked. Sunny felt his heart jump with anxiety and anticipation. I hope I don't make a fool out of myself, he thought. Just to be sure, the teen turned off the TV and bolted to the bathroom for a brief lookover.

In the mirror, Sunny admired his fresh haircut. He always preferred the same style-short and simple.

The Space Boy eyepatch was an obvious contrast to his black hair, being a bright purple while the character's exaggerated grin took up most of it.

Sunny took it off and eyed his artificial glass eye. Unlike his real eye, it was lime green. Out of all the colors he could have chosen, this shiny green had spoken to him. Sunny still wasn't sure why he didn't choose his favorite color.

"Be the best version of yourself", his therapist had said. Sunny hesitated, holding up the Spaceboy eyepatch. Meh, maybe this is a little too dorky. But I'll give it a try. He took out another eyepatch from the drawer that was tye-dye and put it in his pocket. He noticed his fingers trembling and closed his eyes, taking long, deep breaths.

He pictured her, hugging him close. Years ago, Sunny nearly drowned, but Mari saved him. He recalled a time when she helped him ride his bike without training wheels and another when he helped her with the picnic. "Why are you putting peanut butter on both sides?" Mari teased, giving Sunny a playful nudge as he made his sandwich. Little did she know her brother was a peanut butter junkie.

Sunny saw a small smile on his face, and though he was still anxious, it was manageable.

Next, he changed into a white top and black and white striped pants, just to make the eyepatch all the more eve popping. Literally.

"Hey, sweetie, can you help me with the asparagus?" The smell of meatloaf tickled Sunny's nostrils as he began rinsing the grass-like vegetable in the sink. The two of them bantered back and forth, getting the late lunch/early dinner prepared. In the cabinet, Sunny saw the small plastic cup with hand-painted daisies. He held it in his hands, staring through the transparent plastic to his awkwardly large hands.

Mari's favorite cup. It was her first as well because it was the only cup she'd willingly drink from. "She can be so stubborn," he heard his mother say once, "I hope she uses it for good."

"You alright?"

Sunny felt an arm on his shoulders. "Yeah. Just thinking about Mari."

She rubs his hair, making a few strands spike upward. "Good." She glances at her old wristwatch. "Ah, they should be here any minute now."

To keep his nerves in check, Sunny wiped the table and got it set up, giving himself the daisy cup. He also used the restroom and made sure he looked presentable, combing down his hair. You've done what you can, Sunny, he told himself, hope for the best.

"So, how has it been with you and Courtney?" His mother asked as he closed the bathroom door. Although Sunny loved their new house (as there were no stairs) one of the two bathrooms was directly behind a set of cabinets in the kitchen. Talk about awkward.

"Um, well", he stammered. "We're doing...okay, I guess."

His mother nodded. "Okay isn't so bad. Sometimes relationships can be messy…"

Sunny gave his mom a weary stare.

"I'm sorry." she sighed. "I only ask because I care. If you need someone to talk to-"

The phone rings. Despite everyone having smartphones these days, Sunny's family stuck to the old-fashioned home lines.

"That might be your father", she stated as Sunny went near the sink to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, son. How have you been?"

It had been two weeks, though it always brought Sunny relief to hear from his dad. The divorce made it difficult to stay in contact, but his father always made the effort to at least check-in. The two of them talked about life, and when Sunny's mother went to the front room, he brought up Courtney.

"...so I've been trying to help her cope the best I can."

"That's kind of you," his father commented. "may I remind you, Sunny, the best thing to do for a woman-"

"-is to empathize with her. I remember," Sunny finished for him.

"That's my son," his father chuckles. A few more minutes pass, and Sunny hangs up when his father is called into work.

Just as Sunny checked on his mother in the front room, the doorbell rang. Sunny froze, staring at the door. Unlike their old home, there wasn't a peephole to look through. Just a mini window closed with a tiny curtain.

His mother hesitated before pulling herself off the cozy leather couch. Sunny approached and hid somewhat behind her as she pried the front door open. Outside a girl with lengthy dirty blonde hair was smiling, an elderly lady standing next to her. Sunny opened his mouth, but he couldn't get a single word out.

He noticed a small flower tucked behind her ear and one long blue streak doing down one side of her hair. He backed away as his mother let them in.

"Why, thank you, Margaret," her voice was cracky though she still sounded charismatic. She gradually came in. The old woman relied heavily on a cane, bearing a resemblance of Sunny's black and white wardrobe.

Sunny tried again to speak, but still, something kept his voice locked up.

"Hi, Sunny," the teen greeted him. "You look great. Love the Spaceboy eyepatch!"

"T-thanks," Sunny finally said. "Um, have we met?"

The girl blinked. "Um...it's me, Sunny. It's Basil."

How could he not recognize me? Basil frowned. But then again, I don't think he's seen me like this…

"My bad," Sunny chuckled nervously. "I guess I didn't recognize you. Sorry."

The flower boy could not for the life of him take his eyes off of Sunny's eyepatch. I did that, he thought, a shiver going down his spine. He bit his lip and looked at Sunny's long white socks. He also had on knee-high socks and a blue T-Shirt and shorts. His shirt read 'World's Okayest Gardener'.

"N-no problem," Basil brushed it off. "So...where should we hang out?"

"I can show you my new room," Sunny suggested.

While Margaret and Basil's grandmother chatted in the front room, the two boys slipped past them from the kitchen to the hallway.

Sunny's room was roughly the same size as the one in the old house, though something was different about it.

He recognized the old Spaceboy poster and the small bookshelf where they would sit and read comic books together. Basil couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He hadn't felt that way in a long time.

"So, do you miss your old house?" It was the only question Basil could think of.

"Sometimes," Sunny admitted. "I don't miss the stairs, though."

Sunny sat on his bed and Basil across from him on the floor. They stared intently at each other, and slowly both boys spaced out for what felt like forever when it may have only been a minute or two.

"I'm sorry," Basil finally said. He fidgeted with his fingers and bit off a nail.

"For what?"

"Well, you know...everything. Especially…" he only gave direct eye contact for a second before checking his fingernails once more. "For the eye."

Sunny shook his head. "Basil, I've forgiven you. Don't worry about it."

"You're not mad?" His voice came out squeaky.

"I was, for a while", Sunny admitted, "but my therapist has been a great help. I'm still working on a few things, but overall I'm doing a lot better."

Basil's face lit up. "You have a therapist too?"

Sunny talked about how he found his therapist; he had to do a little bit of 'therapist shopping' as his mom called it, and once he did find the perfect therapist-who went by Mr. Z- his dad picked up a second job just so he could afford the sessions.

"Wow," Basil scratched his head. "How is he managing that?"

"One of his jobs is at home and has flexible hours-he works for Ebay- so he just gets on whenever," Sunny replied. "It's really nice because he can still call me."

Basil then shared his story; Polly recommended a therapist who just happened to be a childhood friend. Basil refused to get any type of help or treatment for a few months after he was discharged from the hospital, but after another ER visit, his grandmother made him go to therapy.

"I haven't told anyone other than my therapist and Aubrey this…" Basil lowers his voice. He looks around as though Something or someone was spying on them. Sunny waited patiently, moving his feet around, one on top of the other and kicking the side of the mattress.

" I…" Basil took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Hey, don't sweat it," Sunny said, "If you don't want to tell me-"

"No, I need to," Sunny declared, "keeping things to myself will come out in ugly ways. Like what happened…" the tears were already whelming in his eyes. Be strong, he told himself, don't cry. "U-unless of course, you don't want to know."

"You can tell me if you want to," Sunny replied. "But don't push yourself if it's too much."

Basil swallowed a sob and took more deep breaths. "I have an eating disorder."

If Sunny was taken aback, he was good at hiding it. He again sat quietly, giving the ceiling a few brief glances.

"I've been malnourished," Basil continued, "and my therapist-her name is Miss Robinson-says it may not be directly linked to what happened to Mari because I've been anorexic even before her passing."

"Oh." Sunny nodded. "I'm...sorry to hear that. I'm glad you've gotten help. Glad you trust me enough to tell me that."

"Thanks." Basil tucks some of his hair behind his ears. "Um, can we change the subject? Let's talk about…stuff."

"Sure."

Someone knocked on Sunny's door. "Time to eat!"

Knowing of his friend's eating disorder, Sunny couldn't help but observe Basil as he timidly took a small bite of meatloaf.

"This is so good!" Sunny couldn't recall the last time he had seen Basil's eyes sparkle like diamonds.

"Glad you like it, Basil," his mother said.

Sunny casually listened to his mother as she told the grandmother about her new boyfriend, Rick. His friend nearly spat out his water when Margaret discussed her first date and how she had kissed Rick on that same night.

Sunny hid his chuckle as Basil wiped his face off with a napkin.

"You alright?" His grandmother inquired.

"Yeah, it just went down the wrong pipe," he fibbed.

Neither of the boys said much, rather, they focused on conquering their meal. Basil ate two asparagus and about half of his meatloaf before claiming to be full. For someone anorexic, Sunny thought, he had a good amount. Miss Robinson must be a great therapist.

When they went back into Sunny's room, Basil lay on the floor and let out a relieved sigh. "Man, that's the most I've eaten in a long time", he again smiled, showing off his pearly whites, "it was nice of your mom to make my favorite meal."

"Good to hear," Sunny said. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

Sunny ended up showing Basil some of his new comic books and a new hobby he had picked up-collecting Spaceboy figurines.

"This one was only released in Japan," Sunny showed him an extravagantly detailed version of Spaceboy shooting an imaginary foe. "How did you get it?" Basil carefully examined it with both hands.

"Ebay," Sunny winked. "My dad's shown me a few tricks to finding stuff."

"So cool!"