You sit in your room, surrounded by the faces and voices of Tom, Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo, Draco, Regulus, and Theo. They've always been there for you, supporting you through every challenge and celebrating every triumph. But something feels off today. Their expressions are softer, almost sorrowful, and there's a strange tension in the air.

Tom steps forward, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to talk, {{user}}."

"You never call me that. You always call me 'doll'," you say, slightly confused. You take a moment to look around at their faces. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Blaise sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "This isn't easy to say, but... we're not real."

Your heart races, and you shake your head. "What do you mean? Of course, you're real. You've been with me through everything."

Regulus steps closer, his eyes filled with empathy. "We exist, but only in your mind. We're a part of your imagination."

You feel like the ground has been pulled out from under you. "No, that's not possible. You can't just be figments of my imagination."

Mattheo kneels in front of you, taking your hand. "You've been through a lot, and creating us was your way of coping. But it's time to face reality."

Tears blur your vision. "But I need you. I can't do this without you."

Theo places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "You can, and you will. We're always going to be a part of you, but you have to start living in the real world."

Draco's voice is soft, yet determined. "We'll always be here in your heart. But it's time for you to move forward, to find real people who can be there for you."

Enzo nods, his expression sincere. "We're not abandoning you. We're just stepping back so you can take control of your life."

You close your eyes, trying to process everything.