WELCOME TO... the dream?

You have never been here before.

Omori opened his eyes to be greeted with... pink. So... much... pink... Surprisingly enough, despite the fact there's so much pink around him, Omori could tell that this wasn't Sweetheart's room. I mean, it's definitely much smaller than Sweetheart's in comparison.

"Oh!"

Omori sat up from the comfy bed, and rubbed his eyes. Standing by his side was a girl, head to toe in pink, but she's definitely not Sweetheart. Maybe a relative, though the girl in front of him looked much more softer looking and not as obnoxious as Sweetheart.

She stared at him with wide eyes, but she smiled. "I've never met you before. I'm Mary, and your name is...?"

Omori stared back at her, registering the familiar sounding name in his head. "Omori."

"O-mo-ri." Mary tested out his name, giving her full white lily a little wag at each syllable. "What a strange name."

He can't really be insulted by that, but Mary held her stare on him. "We've just met, but... would you like to play with me? All my friends seemed to disappear."

The only reason why Omori nodded was because he doesn't really have anything else to do, and friends disappearing was something that has happened to him before. Besides, maybe he'll be able to return to his friends after all of this is over.

Mary smiled a bit wider at that, if that was possible, obviously happy with that. "Great!"

One thing he's grateful about getting out of that room was that there's more than one color in the hall, and the other rooms, but...

"We shouldn't go into that room." Mary used her lily to point to the door at the end of the hall. She didn't elaborate any further, and despite what curiosity that came up from that, Omori listened. "Let's go to this door instead."

She lead him to a large white door, and beyond that, he was met with pink ruins and white statues against the purple sky and landscape.

"I helped arrange the statues and what they hold." Mary lightly bragged. "They're statues of gods and goddesses from what Bunnilda said."

Omori gave the statues a once over, suddenly reminded of a certain bunny hater, but... something else caught his eye: a shadowy figure falling to its doom.

He held his breath for a moment, but... he choose to ignore it. He wasn't really afraid; he's more... surprised that it did happened in this place of all things.

"Do you want to see the library?" Mary quickly asked. He doesn't know if she saw it, but Omori was glad to take the offer.

Beyond the blue door was a library equally of the same color outside most of the books. Omori recognized a lot of the titles, though he's not sure if he has a favorite among the collection.

"I'm sure Penn Guindel would had liked to meet you, Omori." Mary said, flipping through 'Sleeping Beauty.' "Maybe he would has read us a story too."

I guess that would be nice. Omori briefly wondered. He liked the idea of some penguin reading to them at a picnic.

He froze, his daydream disappeared. once he've noticed a shadowy, headless body in the armchair til it disappeared as it was met from his sight. Once again, he found himself holding his breath at the glimpse as he thought, ...Does she notice it too?

She has to. He's certain that this is happening for a reason, whatever it is.

...Still, she does notice these shadowy figures, then there must be a reason why she ignored them, right?

Beyond the orange door was... a bar, filled with non fruit juice bottles and a bird roast.

"Oh! We could play hide and seek here." Mary said, bringing her hands together. "I used to play that with Foxanne."

But she disappeared. Omori finished in his head, but that doesn't mean he won't use that to his advantage. He's... too curious now.

Mary was happy to let him do the seeking since she's usually one to do so, so it was easier than Omori thought. After he counted to ten, he did a little pretend finding for her. He knew she was hiding behind the bar from the little soft giggle she made, but... he left the room, ignoring the shadowy figure limply sitting on the stool.

The last door at the end of the hall. He has to go there; her secret was beyond that door.

And beyond that door was... a boar, the first person he've seen in this place besides Mary herself, and yet there was something... out of place about him, besides the fact that he's a boar person.

"Mary, have you finally-" The boar stopped mid-sentence once he noticed that Mary wasn't there at the entrance. He turned to him, and slowly started to walk towards him as if hoping Omori won't run off. "Ah, you must be Mary's... friend, right?"

Seeing his red eyes, Omori felt like he isn't welcomed here despite how calm the boar acted.

"You... You must understand that you shouldn't be here, that you shouldn't be near Mary at all."

Omori looked for his knife in his pocket, but he was met with nothing, nothing to defend himself. Obviously, this motion was noticed by the boar.

"The one thing you should be able to understand is that Mary is mine." The boar bared his teeth, now charging towards him. Omori still stood his ground, ready to take him on, but-

SLAM!

Mary quickly slammed the door shut, pressing it against her back even as the boar tried to pry and bang the door open.

The boar roared out into an unfamiliar volume. "Mary! Mary! I know you're there!" Omori ran to her side, helping her in the blockade. "We both know you won't survive out there! You belong to me!"

Mary let out a loud sob, trembling against the door. This was the first time Omori saw her not happy, no permanent smile etched to her face. She's crying, and he doesn't like it.

She looked at Omori, and tried to steel her face. "I-I can leave this place here and now!"

Omori could feel her grab his hand, and pull him towards a wall covered in vines... but it wasn't a wall at all. It was a door that lead them to a pure white room.

It was nearly empty, except for the table with a broken fish bowl, and a strange, glowing painting. They were alone as Omori could hear nothing from the other side of the door.

Mary heavily panted, wiping away her tears. "I-I'm sorry, Omori. I didn't think that this would happen."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Omori wasn't too sure what else to do, but his trembling hands slowly reached out for her, and grasped her shoulders. Mary jolted under his touch, looking up at him.

Should I hug her? ...Pet her head? He usually wasn't the one doing the comforting.

Before Omori could attempt to do anything, he felt Mary wipe away her tears.

"Thank you, Omori." Mary sniffled, a soft smile returning to her.

"...But I didn't do anything. I think I just made things worse for you."

"No. You... gave me courage to get out of here after fearing what the real world would be like, but... I think I can do it now. Would you help me again?" She reached out her hand.

"Okay."

Omori grabbed onto her's, and she pulled her towards the painting. She took in a deep breath, and told him, "I'm sure it would take us there. Make sure to run once we do."

That wasn't comforting at all, but Omori tightened his grip. Mary touched the glowing painting...

...and they were met with a nightmare.

He's coming... He's coming... He could a voice whisper.

A tall figure made of darkness and static approached them, but the little dreamers ran deeper in.

A glowing, red painting stood out among the dirty walls, and with another touch, they were surrounded by more familiar, dirty walls, but... the man wasn't there.

Despite not knowing if they're safe, Omori panted as Mary did the same. Their knuckles were pale white, holding onto each other for dear life.

The two didn't speak. Instead, they traveled deeper and deeper into the darkness til their sights were only filled with black, though Omori could had sworn he saw a little white dot guiding them through this.

...Then there was light.

Despite the giant tree was bare with leaves, it looked lively; Blue skies replaced the vine ceiling from before. In the tree, there was a door of the same blue color, locked up with three silver colored holes.

From Mary's pockets, she took out three rusty keys; a contrast to the peaceful scenery, but they seemed to fit in.

Mari...

Omori froze, but Mary had already opened the door, revealing a bright white light.

"Omori, thank you... for being there with me."

Side by side, the two entered...

AN: This was something I thought when I remembered that Dreaming Mary exists (and feeling a little sadden that no new info about the Dreaming Mary series in many years), and after some thinking, I think that the two series are similar enough for a crossover (I mean, both of them are about traumatized kids who dream up a world to escape their pain, and one of them happened to be named Mari, so...), but I feel like I should apologize if it seemed a little rushed towards the end. Maybe someday, someone would make a better crossover of this, but I'm apparently the first to make it, surprisingly enough.