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Soul admired the monochrome colors of the cover. It was some 8-bit game called Omori, Heart had gotten it for him. Atlas was told that he’d like it, and to go in blind.
He gladly pressed new game.
…
Oh.
Oh, that motherfucker.
Fuck, this hit hard.
Dead sibling, depression, multiple mentions of suicide, damage to an eye- did they just decide to point out Atlas in particular?
Once he managed to complete the game, Soul stared at the screen for an hour before pressing new game again.
He was going to fucking kill Heart.