The morning sun slipped through Nobita's curtains.
But inside his mind…
…the world was still dark.
The screams, the gas turning into fog, Leon coughing blood, Helena's trembling fingers, Doraemon's paw holding his hand as he died—
All of it came rushing back the moment he opened his eyes.
His breath shook.
His hands trembled.
"Stop… stop it," he whispered to himself.
The Survival System pulsed faintly in his vision.
> [Host's mental state: Unstable]
[Recommendation: Begin internal resistance routine]
He sat up slowly and pressed his palms against his forehead.
"No more running… not this time…"
---
Inside His Mind
Nobita closed his eyes.
Instantly, the nightmare came alive.
A dark hallway.
Broken glass.
Gas swirling like green smoke.
Zombies dragging Leon.
Helena's silent scream.
Doraemon collapsing.
Nobita's breath sped up.
His vision blurred as the trauma surged.
His legs wanted to run.
His heart wanted to hide.
His soul wanted to drown.
But—
He clenched his fists.
"No."
His voice echoed in the empty corridor of his nightmare.
"I won't run this time."
The ground beneath him cracked—a symbolic shift—as he stepped forward.
The silhouettes of his nightmare stared at him.
He trembled.
But he walked anyway.
Every step felt like a chain breaking.
"Leon… Helena… Doraemon…"
"I'm coming back stronger."
"I'm not the weak Nobita anymore."
The darkness wavered, shaking like a shadow losing control.
Nobita took a deep breath…
…and punched the ground in his mind.
A shockwave burst outward.
The nightmare shattered like glass.
Light poured in.
> [Mental Resistance Increased]
[Fear Level Reduced]
[Host Stabilizing…]
Nobita opened his eyes.
For the first time, the morning felt real.
---
At Home
He stepped out of his room.
Mom looked at him, surprised.
Nobita didn't slouch.
He didn't yawn.
He didn't drag his feet.
He walked straight.
Focused.
Eyes sharp.
"Nobita?"
He paused.
A small, gentle smile appeared.
"Good morning, Mom."
Her eyes widened.
He had never said it like that—calm and steady.
Not once in his life.
---
On the Streets
Kids playing outside noticed him.
"Huh? Nobita looks… different."
"He's not running or crying today?"
"He didn't even trip!"
He ignored the whispers.
His breathing remained controlled.
He kept replaying his mental training.
Step forward.
Never backward.
---
Inside His Mind (Second Phase)
As he walked, a sudden flash hit him.
He saw himself dying again.
Doraemon crying.
Leon screaming.
His heart skipped.
His hand shook—
But this time he took a slow breath.
"…It's just a memory."
He whispered the words like a mantra.
Not a threat.
Not a prophecy.
Just a memory.
> [Host has suppressed Trauma Trigger #1]
His shoulders relaxed.
Solidity returned.
The world felt stable.
---
People Start Noticing
At the school gate, classmates stared.
"Is that… Nobita?"
"He looks taller?"
"No, he's standing straight."
"Why is his face so serious?"
Even the teacher blinked.
"Nobita…? You seem different today."
He bowed politely.
"I'm fine, sensei. Thank you."
Everyone froze.
That tone…
That confidence…
Nobita?
Impossible.
But his eyes—calm, sharp, almost adult-like—said otherwise.
---
Ending Scene — Nobita's Quiet Realization
Nobita sat under a tree during break time.
He closed his eyes again.
No nightmare came.
Only silence.
He whispered to himself:
"I can't stop the apocalypse…"
His fingers curled into the dirt.
"But I can be ready this time."
The wind brushed gently against his face.
Not as an enemy.
Not as a trigger.
Just… wind.
> [Host's Mental Stability: Restored]
[Fear Suppression: 70%]
[Survival Progress: Begun]
Nobita opened his eyes.
Resolved.
Determined.
Prepared.
The new Nobita was born.