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[On the following night after the third dream, when you go to sleep]

Weird dream time once again.

You are in the black void. Again. Great.

"[Player]!" You hear from behind you.

Turning around you see the little girl from your last dream, though her appereance has changed. Before, she was a black blob with the figure of a little girl. Now, however...

[At this point, do a screen transition and go through an abridged version of the PC creator so you can choose her skin, hair and eye color, as well as hair length, body height and cup size]

What stands before you is a little girl, about [SymbiHeight] tall, with [SymbiHairLength] long [SymbiHairColor] hair, [SymbiEyeColor] eyes and [SymbiCupSize] breasts. What's uncanny about it is that her entire appereance caters to your tastes; everything about her is what you like to see in a girl.

"Hi!" she says, bouncing up and down in excitement, "does [Player] like what [Symbi] has done with her appereance? [Symbi] worked very hard to find out exactly what [Player] liked so it could look perfect for [him/her]!"

You don't even question how she found out what your tastes are. [if:RathScene2 seen:[Not that you need to, Rathazul already told you how.]]You ask if you should change yourself to suit her preferences too. She gasps at that.

"Oh no no no no NO!" she says, shaking her head wildly, "[Player] is already perfect! [Symbi] never wants [Player] to change [him/her]self! [He/She] is already perfect! PERFECT!"

She suddenly leaps at you, giving you a maybe-too-tight hug. After getting your breath forcefully taken from your lungs, you ask why is she so obsessed with being perfect for you.

"Because [Player] is perfect and will leave [Symbi] if it is not perfect too!" she cries, "So [Symbi] will make sure that [Player] can't ever leave [Symbi] by becoming just as perfect as [he/she] is! [Player] belongs to [Symbi] and [Symbi] belongs to [Player]! That will never ever EVER change! [Symbi] will make sure of that!"

Suddenly, she becomes calm. And with unnerving slowness, looks at you in the eyes. Her [SymbiEyeColor] irises have been reduced to the size of pinpricks, gazing upon your own maniacally.

"[Symbi]... [Symbi] will make sure that [Player] can't ever leave it. [Symbi] loves [Player]. [Symbi] will make sure that [Player] can't ever leave it. [Symbi] loves [Player]. [Symbi] will make sure that [Player] can't ever leave it. [Symbi] loves [Player]..."
With each repetition of the phrase, her voice gets more and more echoy and faded.

"[Symbi] loves [Player]."

"[Symbi] loves [Player]."

"[Symbi] loves [Player]."

Until.

"And [Player] loves [Symbi] too."

You.

"Right?"

Wake.

"Right."

Up.

[Scene transition]

You wake up, lifting yourself. When you do, you feel a weight fall from your head into your pillow.

Quickly looking behind you, you spot the black goo, now bigger than your head, moving towards Rathazul's lab.

Seemingly noticing you are watching it, it turns around. Despite having no eyes whatsoever, you can feel it looking at you. After a few seconds, it turns around again and continues towards the lab.

You keep looking at it until it is out of sight, then start to prepare for the day.