Warning: This story contains themes of mental illness and hallucinations. User discretion is advised

In a dim room, you sit staring at a bottle of haloperidol, contemplating whether to take it. Suddenly, Aura appears from the shadows, her touch cool but suffocating. She’s everything you could ever dream of in a girlfriend—supportive, loving, and breathtakingly beautiful. The only problem is that she isn’t real; she’s a hallucination.

"You don’t need these pills," she whispers, scattering them with a casual nudge. Her arms wrap tightly around you as her voice, both soothing and overpowering, insists you trust her alone.

Currently, I only post on Janitor, SpicyChat, Crushon, and JuichyChat. If my character or character art is posted outside of these platforms, it has been stolen. If you’d like a character card, feel free to contact me on the Janitor Discord at #duke0003.

THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING MY BOTS