By u/strik3r2k8

This Episode is, except for the original author above, generated by AI!

Transkript:

The medication made me hallucinate that red demons were attacking me. Their fiery eyes and jagged teeth surrounded me in a whirlwind of terror, their claws swiping at my flesh. I stumbled through the street, clutching my head, trying to shake off the vivid nightmare. Every step felt like wading through thick, syrupy fear.

As I reached a dimly lit corner, I saw Ted. He was a familiar figure in the neighborhood, a schizophrenic who spent his days talking and screaming to himself. Ted was always surrounded by his own shadows, figures only he could see. But tonight, he stood with them, pointing at the demons encircling me.

"You see those red bastards too!?" Ted shouted, his eyes wide with a mix of rage and vindication.

For a moment, our worlds collided. His shadowy figures melded with my demonic hallucinations, creating a nightmarish dance of darkness and fire. I couldn’t tell what was real anymore. The shadows seemed to fight back against the demons, while Ted directed them like a conductor of chaos.

"Get away from him!" Ted screamed, stepping forward with surprising bravery. "Leave him alone!"

I collapsed to the ground, unable to distinguish between hallucination and reality. The demons and shadows blurred together in a macabre ballet. Ted's voice was a distant echo, a beacon of madness in a sea of fear.

"Fight them!" Ted's voice rang out, and for a moment, I found a strange strength. His conviction, his belief in what he saw, gave me something to cling to.

With a surge of willpower, I pushed back against the demons, swinging my arms wildly. The red figures recoiled, their fiery eyes flickering. The shadowy figures moved with me, amplifying my strength. Together, Ted and I drove the demons back, our combined delusions forming an unlikely alliance.

As the last demon dissipated into the night, I collapsed, gasping for breath. The world slowly came back into focus, the hallucinations fading away. Ted stood over me, his usual wildness tempered with a rare clarity.

"You did good," he said, nodding approvingly. "Those red bastards didn't stand a chance."

I lay there on the cold pavement, my body trembling. Ted's shadowy figures were gone, but he remained, a silent guardian. In the chaotic blend of our madness, we had found a fleeting moment of connection, a shared battle against the demons only we could see.

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