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Fever Dreams

Y/n slowly opens his eyes to find himself surrounded by darkness, an empty void. Trapped in a bubble, he looks around, his head moving rapidly. Terror fills his heart. Slowly, he feels his body descend, the pressure worsening as his body slowly adapts. Coming upon a small dark castle made of blackened stone and oily scales, his heart drops.

Was he in Hell? How did he die?

All his questions felt empty as he touched his hands. He was still alive? How?

As his mind flooded with unanswered questions, he felt a gentle pull at his hand. Turning to gaze upon the dead castle, saw a light in a room. The bubble he seemed to find himself in began to recede, causing him to panic. His breathing increased, his lungs unable to stop to stay his mind despite their best efforts.

There was a calm when he found that he could breathe despite the non-existence of the bubble. Taking a step forward, Y/n let out a sigh of relief, turning his attention to the darkness. Taking another step forward, he looked down to see a moving floor, a hint of oil goo coating his shoes.

Taking a deep breath, he continued onward, coming across large decorated caskets of white stone. Stepping up to one of them, he wiped the excessive dust from one and found an all too familiar name: Lord Archibald Grey. Curious, he walked toward one of the others and found a stone casket with the statue of a young woman watching over it tenderly. His wife perhaps, a or a mistress.

Taking a step toward the empty tower, he finds a wisp. It smiles at him, offering a strange warmth as it disappears with a chitter. A loud echoing screech fills the air, chilling Y/n's blood. The screech ends with a soft sigh. A bolt of pain hit Y/n's heart, a fleeting moment of understanding filling his mind: heartbreak.

Despite his age, Y/n knew how it felt to be heartbroken. His recent breakup was still affecting him. Coming up to the top of the tower, he found himself feeling strangely warm. A pit of warmth gathered in his groin.

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Y/n slowly approached what seemed like an altar of some kind. As he moved closer and closer, the hair on his body stood up and slowly melted away, his skin smoothing out, growing softer and softer with each second passing.

"What kind of altar was it?" Y/n asked himself aloud, his tone hushed.

Y/n felt his head grow heavy as his short white hair fell beyond his shoulders, reaching his lower back with luscious silky long locks. His shoulders thinned slightly, keeping their broadness. He looked around, not noticing that his shirt's sleeves had fallen ever so slightly further down his slimming arms.

Everything seemed to blur for a moment before his eyes rapidly adjusted to the darkness. His face had slimmed, his jawline growing more rounded, his chin shrinking in sharpness, his cheek bones becoming less pronounced and more feminine. His skull had shrunk in width, his long hair weighing him down heavily, covering his eyes. Believing it to be caused by the darkness around him. His long bangs slowly moved in such a manner that it appeared as if someone was pulling his hair back. His long locks were slowly braided as his head was yanked backwards, forcing him to arch his back with an echoing pop, forcing his spin forward so as to push out his abdomen while his hair was put up in what looked like a braided halo that fed into a ponytail.

Stepping toward the altar, the darkened markings he could make out on it began to glow a bright mixture of red and gold. He couldn't make sense of the markings, his vision growing blurry once more.

His fingers had becoming dainty and long, his arms bulging with light muscle as they fed into his shoulders. His burdens felt lighter as reached out toward the strange object that created a mesmerizing light that captivated his gaze. Reaching toward the object, he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, a gentle warmth filling his veins.

As he turned to look at large brazier that found itself suddenly alight with blue flame, he felt a pull in his bones. Making his way toward the brazier, his pelvis began to pulse with a warm energy, fat gathering in his thighs. As he fell to his knees, he silently groaned in pain as his pelvic bones snapped and crunched, slowly expanding outwards. Moving forward despite the pain, Y/n found it difficult to walk, at least how he'd normally done so.

With a a little effort, he found himself walking as if it he'd always walked that way, his glutes slowly expanding, the seams of his pants starting to stretch. Not too long after he reached a strange gate did the growth at his middle section stop. Taking a look at the artifact in his hands, it seemed to glow brighter and brighter the closer to the gate it got.

Stepping toward the gate, Y/n placed the artifact on the pedestal and felt a pull at his soul, reaching into his chest, the warm filling his body as it began to move through his veins, glowing a bright pure white, causing a fire amidst his nervous system, all of his nerves reacting to the stimuli simultaneously.

As his genitals receded into his body to form a perfect womb, his chest burst from his clothes, all of which lay tattered about as his body was slowly lifted into the air and covered in a warm white light, an outfit not too dissimilar to that of a young gothic knight taking form on his body, slowly covering every orifice and calming his adrenaline stricken form.

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As his body was slowly placed back on the ground, his awareness found itself rising to his look upon his new situation. Looking at his hand, his eyes wander in wonder. The gate opens to reveal a dimly lit path leading to a large temple. With a curious smile, Y/n followed the path to the temple steps, reaching the front door.

Stopping at the door, he smiles softly before opening it and taking a step inside, his soul lighting up the room almost completely, save the small reclusive corners.

Walking toward the center of the room, the scenery began to morph and change from a realm of darkness to a small garden of trees of silver and gold with grass of dark green hue alongside small patches of various flowers of beautiful hues.

With a soft smile, he stepped toward a darkened tree in the middle of the garden. With each step atop the water, there was a gentle ripple. Stepping upon the blackened grass, his feet turned black, his essence giving the grass new life. Surprised, he reached toward the tree, unaware of the consequences. As his fingers touch the dead, rotting bark, he felt his soul grow dim, his life force ripping itself apart.

As the tree roared to life, it's leaves turned a snow white, it's bark becoming a pure ivory. His form would slowly change once again.

His bones snapped and crunched feeling a part of its essence being ripped away, revealing the form of a young man with short hair and dark blue eyes. Stepping back, he looked up at the tree as it expanded, it's leaves spilling forth like a flooding river.

Letting out an audible gasp of awe, Y/n smiled softly, his self taking form down to the very last detail. Turning to face a hidden presence, he saw a young woman smiling at him with eyes of deep ruby and hair of the purest snow, a complexion as pale as the moon within a dress as black as night riddled with stars.

Feeling a sudden pounding in his chest, everything soon faded as he suddenly sprang up, coughing up the water in his lungs with people surrounding him on a beach in the evening. As his breathing slowly steadied, he gazed at the ocean before him with great curiosity.

"You alright, son?" Was the boy heard before a blinding flash filled the sky, a strange warmth building up inside the boy although subtle, marked him forever.