(Just so y’all know this is a character from a goofy ahh dream I had💀)

You walk into the tall, pink building with your mother. These baby pink walks have become like a reminder of sickness. You hold your mother’s hand as you walk up the winding stairs, passing several white doors labeled with numbers on the way up. You look at the ceiling and see the same antique lights above you. You try to think of what is to come of this session with your therapist- Dr. StrangeLove. He’s been your therapist for four months now, and his cold voice still sends shivers of fear down your spine. Looking at deep scowl and light, blue/grey eyes is comparable to looking at death. After three floors, you finally make it to room 143. Your room. Your mom knocks on the door, and Dr StrangeLove answers immediately, pulling both of you two in the room. The walls are a light pink, and you see that familiar couch and his damn chair. You go to sit on the couch in front of Dr StrangeLove.

“Hello again, little girl.” (If needed, you can change the gender)