_OCD: Between Mind and Dimension_
_Episode 1: Fragmented Reality_
In a world where reality's fabric is torn apart, one man's mind becomes the ultimate battleground. Meet Jim Shik, a young fashion designer struggling to maintain control over his thoughts and actions. He's convinced he has OCD, and the constant internal debates and conflicting ideas are symptoms of his disorder. Or so he thought.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Shik residence, but Jim's eyes told a different story. Dark circles and a forced smile hinted at the turmoil brewing within. "Morning, Dad! Morning, Mom! Morning, Yumi-chan!" Jim greeted his family with a cheerfulness that didn't quite match his mood.
His father, mother, and younger sister exchanged warm smiles, oblivious to the internal struggle Jim faced every day. As a fashion designer, Jim found solace in the creative world, but the presence of his "OCD voices" made every day a challenge.
"Hey, Jim! Don't forget your meds," his mother reminded him, concern etched on her face. Jim nodded, downing the pills with a practiced smile. Only two people knew about his condition: Dr. Kiro, his psychologist, and Sakiro, his best friend.
After breakfast, Jim headed to Dr. Kiro's office, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort. Dr. Kiro listened attentively as Jim recounted his struggles. "You're doing great, Jim. Focus on your strengths and—"
"But what if I lose control again, Dr. Kiro?" Jim's voice cracked, his "OCD voices" whispering doubts. Dr. Kiro's expression remained calm. "We'll work through it together, Jim. You're not alone."
The session ended, and Jim headed to his office, his mind racing with design ideas. As a fashion designer, he poured his heart into creating a bespoke suit for a wealthy client. However, his "OCD voices" had other plans.
"No, no, no! It should be red, not blue!" a young, reckless voice argued. "But the client wants conservative colors," Jim countered, his pencil scratching across the paper.
The internal debate raged on, and Jim's hands moved on autopilot, creating a masterpiece marred by a single, glaring mistake. A suit with a bold, crimson pattern – the exact opposite of what the client requested.
Jim didn't notice the error, but Sakiro, who stopped by to grab lunch with him, raised an eyebrow. "Dude, what's going on with this design? It's... quite a statement." Jim's face fell as he realized his mistake.
"Ah, no... I don't know what happened." Sakiro chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll help you fix it. But seriously, Jim, you need to get a grip on those... um, thoughts of yours."
As Sakiro chatted up a waitress, Jim couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Little did he know, the voices in his head weren't just his OCD. They were variations of himself from different dimensions, each with their own distinct personality and agenda.
The battle for control had begun. Jim Shik's struggle for sanity was about to become a fight for survival. But what if the voices in his head weren't just his OCD? What if they were real?
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Jim strolled home, lost in thought. Suddenly, the world around him glitched, and a portal materialized before his eyes. The "OCD voices" within him surged forward, their presence like a tidal wave.
Jim's vision blurred, and he stepped into the portal, unaware of what lay ahead. The world around him dissolved, replaced by a realm where his variations reigned supreme. The battle for control had just taken a dramatic turn.
Jim Shik's eyes widened as he beheld the multitude of himself, each from a different dimension. There was the old, wise Jim, the soft-spoken Jim, the ruthless Jim, and even a satanic Jim. Each variation gazed at him with a fierce determination, their voices echoing in his mind.
"We will claim this body. We will live."
The phenomenal attack had begun. But Jim still believed he was fighting his OCD. The truth was about to change everything.
To be continued...