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Just a reminder that this story would include stuff such as:
Dickgirls. Feminine boys. Demons or fantasy creatures. Illustrated/visualized nudity.If you're uncomfortable with such things mentioned, or is simply opposing it, then I do not recommend reading this story.
Another note: All artworks, writing, and characters in this book belongs to Galactic Panic. I do not encourage the redistribution or authorization of my works, thank you. + No tracers!
I. The Meeting"So... You've been having these dreams for three weeks by now?" the doctor lifted an eyebrow at you, you nod in response. "Say, is it correct that you've been dreaming of a demonic presence every night since the first day you've moved in. That is your complaint, correct?" "Yes," you replied. The doctor scribbled something on a piece of paper atop of the table between him and you, then he looked back up, eyes landing on yours. "Well, would you mind telling me more about it?" he rested his chin on his palm, making himself comfortable. You slumped deeper into the couch, recalling every dream (or nightmare) that you've witnessed throughout the week.
Everything was a blur. It was hard to recall such moments if you're in another world. They looked like a slideshow that doesn't make sense. "Take a deep breath, Ash. You don't need to force those memories. Let them come to you," the doctor's low voice disrupted your thoughts. You regained your focus once again, following his advice. You took a deep breath, then exhale, letting your muscles relax as the only thing your body is going to focus on is your mind. The images were less blurry this time. You saw a theme going on. Despite not being able to recall each dream, you were able to see it.
All is red. The flames, the fog, the scenery. Everything is a splash of deep crimson. It is terrifying to see. But one thing you remember for sure, it didn't feel like it. Instead of the dread and agony those dreams should've emitted, it felt... Calm. And inviting. In every dream. Despite the intensity of the atmosphere and the demonic figure standing amongst the flames, it doesn't feel the way it's supposed to be. You opened your eyes, telling the doctor what you saw, "Well... I can't make out the events happening inside these dreams, and, oddly, I always forgot everything about them despite me dreaming the same thing over and over again for the past three weeks. But I remembered what each and every dream looked like," you said. The doctor nodded while scribbling. "Go on," he said.
"Everything is red and on fire... There's fog... Or smoke... It's also red. I'm standing amongst the flames but I feel numb. No pain or anything. And there's a figure across me..." "May I guess, the demon?" he asked, looking up at you. "Yeah," you responded, "they got those black horns, tail, red-ish skin, you name it." "And how do you feel about these dreams?" You opened your mouth to reply, "well... Those dreams did sound and looked terrifying. Like- in hell. But it felt calm. Like meeting a friend for coffee... In hell... Still, their presence didn't bother me much. Not to be superstitious but... Do you think there's a demon, stuck in my room, trying to communicate with me? I'm not anxious or depressed lately, so the occurrence of this dream is odd." The doctor looked skeptical. "Personally, I don't believe in the supernatural. But so far, I don't think hanging out with demons is a good thing. Maybe you're still dazed from the move in..." he checked his watch and closed the cap of his pen, "aaand that marks our first quick session. So far, it is delightful to talk with you, Ash. I look forward to meeting you again." He stood up and shook your hand with a friendly smile across his face, then handing you a business card. "If you need counseling outside a professional manner, then feel free to text me anytime. I apologize for the quick session but that is all the time I had today." "That's fine, doctor," you reply, standing up. "Well, all that I'm going to say is to keep the dreams from bothering you. I wish you the best for your studies. By the way, you can call me Mark." You thanked Mark and left the office. Well, that was an okay session. Not that you expected anything special from it.
By the time you got out of the office, you were greeted by typical tranquil lobby music. You went to the receptionist to sign up just in case you're coming back. "So, Ash... How's your first session with Dr. Andrews?" it's your college friend, Leane the receptionist. She's the one who recommended going to a therapist after you told her about your dreams. "Meh. There's nothing much yet. It's just a quick session and I basically just cram myself into Mark's schedule. Felt bad about it," you scratch your cheek. "I'll do anything for a friend," Leane smiled. "Oh yeah-" Leane bent across the reception table to whisper in your ear, "isn't Mark hot?" You back away immediately, disgust on your face. "Eeew. He's 20 years older than you, Leane." "That makes it a lot better," she threw herself back to the comfy chair, it creaked under her weight, "by the way, here's your form!" She pulled out s piece of paper and a pen from underneath the table, laying them on the desk. You shook your head and started filling it up.
You only needed to fill your name, age, sex phone number and all that bullshit. You started with your name. It is Ash. You're 20 years old. And your sex is... (This will only affect the sex scenes. Your pronouns won't be affected.)
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