The name's Indel, short for Insane Dellusionist. Since young, I've been diagnosed for having Schizophrenia and life's been quite enjoyable with it.
Now you may be asking, "Enjoyable?"
Yes, it's fucking enjoyable you normie with no mental disability!
Others may call me insane, hence the name, but I've adapted to the darkness and made it my friend.
You see, there are times where I didn't take my normal pills and went on mystical adventures with vivid imagery, so vivid I wasn't able to differentiate it from reality.
From me hanging out with my friends on heaven, only to take my pills and find myself sitting in my bathtub with no friends in sight.
Jumping from Mount Everest with dragon wings? Just me standing in front of the air conditioner with a cape.
But it doesn't matter if those illusions of mine were fake, I've learned to harness its power!
I've literally learned how to swim as a child with my schizophrenia acting quirky at night!
Fishing? Schizophrenia. Swordsmanship? Just experience a life-like adventure in the land of wuxia!
You can say that my illusions were so real, the things I've done inside them have transferred to the real world.
I've even gained muscle when I experienced a week long "adventure" in the land of dinosaurs. How? Basically Placebo Effect. What? You thought I actually had some superpowers? No you fucking dumb twat!
As of now, I'm actually experiencing my latest insanity dream.
"Indel, do you want to cuddle under the blankets tonight?"
Looking to my side, I was greeted by the sight of my femboy malewife, the most vivid illusion yet. His perky ass I grope made me almost depressed that he was going to dissappear once I go to sleep after taking my normal pills.
"Of course, anything for you, my cute little cinnamon roll," I smiled, secretly grasping the pills in my hand tightly and before he can see them, I swallowed it swiftly.
The effects of the pill would start in an hour or so, so the moment I go to sleep, my malewife is gonna go to the shadowrealm, just like all of my friends and pets.
Sighing lightly, I look at him in the eye, and went to cuddle with him for the last time. His soft pink hoodie collided with my skin, it was comforting, but also melancholic.
Goodbye, my love, the time I've experienced with you in this fake reality of mine has been the most pleasant yet.
"Goodnight," I whispered, and the world turned dark.
*** (Morning)
I yawned lightly after awakening from the dream I already forgot, the feeling of my arm being paralyzed was normal considering the same thing happened whenever I cuddled with my twink malewife.
Rubbing my eyes with my free right hand, I felt my arm brushing past soft bristles, and was slightly confused.
Opening my eyes, I was greeted by the sharp glare of the sun through the glass windows of the room, almost blinding my eyes.
Squinting my eyes, I look down to my blanket and saw "it".
A weird bump on my white blanket, and the feeling of a heavy weight pressing down against my left arm blitzed through my mind.
No... No, this is fake right? I tried to convince myself.
You must now be confused as fuck, right?
Shouldn't I be happy that my malewife is potentially real?
No!
I haven't been in actual relationship my whole life! And I'm living with my parents! They'll find out I'm calling somebody my malewife and realize I'm gay!
Not only that, what the fuck do I do next if he was real?! Does that mean I'll have to deal with him for the rest of my life?!
Oh, you might be asking, "deal with him?"
Duh, it's because he's actually an Eldritch God from a foreign plane! That's how I met him in my insanity dream! He just popped into my room in his eldritch tentacle form and that's how our relationship started.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Why is he real? How is he real? When was he real? Is he still an Eldritch God?!
Gulping, I felt cold sweat throughout my whole body and stretched out my trembling right arm, and grasped the white blanket lightly.
Is that just a pillow of mine? One of my body pillow perhaps? Then why is it heavy?
Questions flooded my mind as I slowly pulled back the blanket.
And, there I saw it, from the upmost tip of the blanket, I saw strands of void black hair.
Upon seeing it, my heart skipped a beat. But I continued to pull the blanket.
From his snow white skin, cute nose, pink lips, pink hoodie, his thick thighs, his black thigh highs, I fully unveiled the potential Eldritch God I call my wife.
Did I take my pills? Looking back, I indeed saw the pills were taken, the still bitter aftertaste in the back of my throat was still there.
So does that mean...
"Good morning, Indel!" He opened his eyes, showing his two pair of abysmal black irises that pierced through my very soul.
He grinned lightly, showing his rows of sharp, jagged teeth.
"..." I stayed silent, unable to think nor respond to any external stimuli for my mind has shutted down from shock.
"Indel? Are you okay?" he asked, raising his arms, my mind jolts awake to see tentacles rise from the sheets.
I-It's real, it's officially real, I've either went mad and now in a coma or something similar, or that what I thought was a simple Schizophrenia adventure was actually real, and that my malewife is also real whose actually an Eldritch God.
But look at the brightside, my dream of having an eldritch god as my husbando turned real. Am I actually insane? Perhaps. But am I happy? Yes.
"I'm fine, in fact, I'm more than fine," I smiled, my body crawling forward as I grabbed his delicate face with my arm.
Without hesitation, our lips touched, and so, my new adventures in the real world is now as chaotic as my schizophrenic adventures in my insane mind!
AN: Yes, my ideas are getting insane. But c'mon, who doesn't want an eldritch malewife in their lives?
But besides my weird fantasies, first person is a great medium for first chapters. I don't know why, it just is.