Six lives in Faraway, a town known for the past and known for how it healed as a whole in the last 30 years.
they are peaceful, until one night their granddad visited them in their dreams, warning them of the chaos about to unfold tomorrow, and to help them avoid this madness.
they agree, unknowing of what their about to go down, the very same granddad came to them the next day and told them to help him kill his doppelganger, Sunny.
so now Six is trying to save the world (or, Faraway) from their granddad's crazy doppelganger, while also being said doppelganger's assistant to help them defeat Sunny, whom is also the crazy doppelganger target and the one who visited them in their dreams aka their granddad.
oh, and they have to help a Hunter in the woods with a mysterious girl who seems to hate vegetables. And a boy who's terrible at not getting into trouble, while also upping their percussion practise as to not get cursed by The Paper Boy, who also happens to be in the same class, who 'LN FANDOM' seems to be obsessed over, so they gotta be his bodyguard, too.
goddammit, why did they have to shoved into a suitcase and be forced to sing Never Gonna Give You Up
stupid eBay ad.
No, Six is not on drugs.
They refuse to say that they have been on drugs, when there were clearly other witnesses.
Honestly, police where so dumb these days. All they do is assume, and if their proven wrong, they just make up some half-assed excuse and people believe them.
At least, that's how they are in Faraway.
"No, officer. Look, you can clearly see that red cap dude running for me, okey?" They said, somewhat inraged by the waving of the hand. "Hey, are you even listening to me?!"
"No ma'am, I'm not." The officer says, lazily, as if the child in front of him didn't almost get stabbed.
"I- hey, the fuck you called me?!"
The officer sips on his cup of noodles.
"Listen, kid, we can't do nothing. Go home for Christ's sake."
"No!" They scream, slamming their hands on the desk, making the cop flinch a bit and spill some noodles into their uniform.
The cop looked up, annoyed. "Oi, why did you do that?!"
"You're not listening!" They yell, ignoring the others comment. "I could've almost died! Me, a child, dead!"
"And..? We can't do much if you have no evidence."
"But I do have evidence!"
"Show it."
"I did! Like a million times to you! It's even playing right in front of you!"
"That's not evidence."
"What?!"
The officer looks towards them, a dead look in his eyes as he sips on his now soggy noodles. "Listen, kid. I can't deal with this today, okey? Just go back to your place or something. I honestly don't care what you do as long as you don't cause any more news tonight."
Six was angry, mainly so because he still hadn't expected their fucking stab wound in their arm. Or the evidence. Or the bruises. Or anything.
But..
"Fine." They say, snatching their phone from the officers hands and shoving it into their pocket. They could just forget about this and come back tomorrow. Show them some real proof when they drag the guy by the ear to them.
"Good," the officer says, shoulders relaxing visibly.
They roll their eyes, swinging the door open and slamming it shut.
They walk out of the area, towards the park where they wonder around into a street as the street lights flicker above them in a Faraway Town fashion.
Although the area had since been improved, it still felt that 90-ish vibe. Many locals liked that touch, especially since it created a sense of a reminder to tell them that the history was still the same.
Six, personally, liked it, too. Even if they weren't a local, they still lived in the small town outside of any city.
They turn a corner, reaching a lovely house with boarded up windows and creaky floorboards. They always liked this house. It was nice and homely, although unloved and broken.
Stepping aside the pathway and towards the houses door, they swing it open, the door making a loud ringing sound as did so.
They winced. They didn't mean to be this loud..
Well, doesn't matter now, they supposed. They could just play it off as that they were getting a drink. No biggie.
Filling up a cup from the sink, they drink it, somewhat happy with that they've done. They're so smart. Filling up a water cup with water was a good choice.
Smirking to themself, they grab the cup and make their way towards their room, careful not to step on any floorboards that might crack awfully.
Once they safely make it back to their bedroom, they place the cup on their dresser and boot up their laptop, clicking on YouTube and searching for a good playlist to listen to.
They click on "pov: it's getting bad again (a vent playlist)" by y4ku on YouTube. They love their playlists..
They grab their headphones from their school backpack and put them on, plugging them into the laptop.
Laying on their back, they listen to it.
And soon, they fall asleep..
WELCOME TO WHITE SPACE. YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER
"WHAT THE FU--" They scream, white noise loud and promote in their ears as they flap around in the space.
They're blinded, surface cold and burning hot, their body feels like it's on fire. They try and gain a bit of environment, but all they see and feel and taste and hear is white and god just make it stop--
Where the hell are they?!
They sit up, squinting their eyes as they try and make out the finest of little details that they can.
A carpet.
A door.
A laptop.
A notebook.
A cat.
A lightbulb.
Weird choices for decoration, but whatever. It's not like their going to be stuck here until someone shows up--
Oh shit, they're stuck here.
Ah fuck.
They aren't going to get out of here before someone else comes to them, are they?
What even led to that conclusion? They can surely get out of here. There's even a door here! They can do this!
At least, maybe?
Well, whatever. Where should they even start now?
Looking over, they spot the laptop and decide to walk over to it. Surely, there's information on there?
Nodding, they make their way to it and sit beside it, turning it on and booting it up.
Their face and mood is now just sad.
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO?
CHECK LOGS
STARE AT SCREEN
EXIT
Why- why would people even have a laptop like this?? What the fuck?? Dude just no. Just no. And it's so loud and pixelated.. what kind of laptop is this??
Eh???
Well. Whatever, at least they have a journal thing to look through?
They click on the first option, thinking a notes app will spring up but nope. It's just a text saying "I visited my friends today. Everything was fine".
Okey.. weird shit, but they've seen weirder.
They go back, and then they stare at the lightbolb hanging from the white roof. It's not really a roof, since it's all just white, but still.
Hm, maybe if they touch it--
"OMORI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
Six looks over, only dodging the knife directed at their chest because of trauma.
They dodge the knife, looking at the one who aimed it at their chest. What a fucking asshole.
The child's pale, a white collar shirt and a black vest. With that, there was also shorts that looked like they came out of Walmart. They had a weird style of hair, like a typical Bob not Bob cut and a hair in the middle of their face.
Oml they looked like Sixs grandpa but younger.
Holy shi--
"Oh. Six, woops." The 'OML-It-Looks-Like-My-Grandpa-But-Younger' person says, a droopy look in their eyes. "Sorry. I thought you were.. someone else."
They don't say anything. Their mind is going a mile a minute or whatever it's called because what the fuck.
OMLILLMGBY person comes closer to them, stepping carefully. They reach the carpet thing and sit down, cross legged.
"Do you want to..? No, sorry. Are you okey?" OMLILLMGBY person says, cursing themself for asking such weird ass questio--
"What." Six says, breathlessly as they peer down at the grandpa. What the fu-
"Sorry for scaring you and throwing a knife at you." He says, a bit sheepish. Sixs mind is still muddled though because what's going on now-?
"I.. okey.." they shuffle on their feet. What now?
"Oh. I'm Sunny, your grandpa. Sorry about the confusion." OMLILLM- Sunny said, rubbing his arm. "I'm just.. sixteen, now."
"..oh."
They don't know what to say.
"Why are you here..?" They ask, after getting courage to talk rather then stare at their supposed "grandpa". Said "grandpa" stiffs.
"I'm not sure." He replies. "To be honest, I was going to ask you the same question; this is Whitespace, after all."
"..Whitespace?"
"Yep. This is Whitespace, a space that I had created when I was 12. A safe heaven, some people might say."
Oh. That was.. too close to home. Fuck.
Sunny stared at his grandchild, quite not- that they were muddled and confused. He'd expected it, even. Ah, good old Kel-
"Why is it bleached?
"What?"
"Your, um, your 'Whitespace' or whatever. Why is it bleached?"
"What do you mean??"
Six sighs. Is their grandpa really that blind? Motherfucker can't tell what's bleached and what's not. Like no fucking way is the tissue box and carpet that white and clean. Like wha--
"No disrespect for elders or whatever, but," Six starts. Do I really have to explain something this obvious? "That carpet and tissue box? Bleached. No fucking way will you ever see something to dam clean."
"Bruh this is a dream how the fuck do you think I'll know ( -_-)" sunny replied, somehow saying the face out loud.
"Wait what. This is a dream???"
"Yeah of course. Why do you think I'd be here otherwise?"
"I thought I was kidnapped or something."
"Nope. You're in my dream.""
Six replayed that in their head. "Wha-- why??"
Sunny shrugged. "I wanted to tell you something but I'm in the mental hospital in America so."
Six was confused. "Wait. Why are you in the hospital?"
"Friend punched my eye so now I'm in the ICU."
"Your.. eye?"
"Yeah. Back in the day my friend stabbed me in the eye with garden sheers. Lost my eye because of him. Don't blame him, though, we were all pretty bad in the head during that time."
"What does that have to do with your mental health?"
"I tried to commit My Time."
"..oh." a pause. "I- HOLY SHIT YOU'RE--" Six was interpreted by Sunny.
"Yep. Now, I need your help."
Six's face went blank. "you told me that before."
"I know."
"I mean, I don't really want to help you, because.. eh.."
Sunny looked at his arms. And then back to Six.
Sunny had his brows furrowed. "What? Is it because I'm mentally unstable and you just found out I was the hikikomori murder kid who ruined a town?"
Six stared.
Sunny stared.
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Sunny stared.
"..what."
Sunny backtracked. Had they not known? Did he just expose himself?
"..um."
"You where the boy.. oh my god." Six covered their mouth, trying to process everything. All that pain and sadness, the death of a sister, the device between friends.. that was caused by their granddad?
No way. No fucking way.
No way were they related to a murder. A murderer who killed his sister. His own blood. What the fuck.
Sunny scratched the back of his head, but it was too late. The damage was done already.
Six screamed. Toe curling like you've had your first horror movie, and chilling like your naked in winter. They screamed, long and long and long, and they wouldn't stop--
And then Six woke up.
Panting, sweating and throat raw (for some, unspeakable reason), Six threw the sheets off of themselves and chucked their headphones down on the floor, their laptop meeting the same fate (don't break your laptop, kids).
They rushed down to the kitchen (again), turning the tap on and fumbling with a cup as they try and refresh their throat.
After failing to bring the cup into their sweaty and shaky palms, they result into using old methods and scoping the water into their mouths via their hands.
Once drinking a large portion of water, throat now not raw (why was it raw, though? Why was it raw?), they headed back into their room.
Laying on their bed and grabbing their laptop from the floor, they switch it on and see that it's 4:12am. Sighing, they close their laptop and put it down on the floor.
With nothing much else to do, they close their eyes and try to get some sleep.
Hopefully they don't run into that weird ass guy that they did in their dreams.
That'd be horrible.
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Also yes Six is nonbinary and yes I did project a bit onto them shut up :(
Also thx to the sunburn discord for this I love you 333
Also hi Tem this is crack :D
