AN: Bruh, I nearly forgot to upload this chapter.

Don't know how it reminded me to do so but thank you Billie Jean.

In this chapter of DRAGON BALL- Sorry. *Cough*, in this chapter, we'll be seeing some flashbacks to Jaune's experience in the Yharnam. This chapter is just to setup the next chapter which will be the final one of the Dream Cycle Arc. Without further ado, let's begin.

Dream Cycle: Bloom Iris

Getting professional help.

What a phrase that is. It is used to whenever a person displaying signs of insanity, trauma, psychopathy, and any other terms that relate to the first three. So that they can receive treatment from a professional, skilled around helping those who display these signs.

So… why is it, that Jaune has found himself in a position that his parents decided that he needed professional help? Oh wait, perhaps it's because he learnt how to fight, has shown signs of trauma and experiences nightmares that when compared to the grimm, makes them seem tame? Or maybe it's fucking all of them.

Out of all the things that Jaune expected from his parents when they took him out of the town and all the way to Vale, this was one of those situations he did not expect to be in.

Oh, he had suspected it. He had suspected that his parents was trying to find him some professional help when they both didn't come back to the house until dinner. And on the next day, the next thing he knew was that he's being dragged out into Vale.

He shuffled in his seat and looked around the almost empty waiting room.

Music that was meant to calm a person echoed through the room. The humming of an air conditioner ran by electric dust, accompanied the music.

Bored, he looked to the receptionist's desk to see what the receptionist is doing.

She hummed her own tune and turned the page of an unknown book he can't see. She did this once more when she finished reading that page.

He lets out a sigh of boredom and stares at the many plants in the room. There was a small tree which looked foreign to this kingdom, there were pink tulips on the receptionist's desk, a few white lilies poked out from flowerpots attached to the walls and more there was even more.

From what he could see, this therapist must really like flowers, especially foreign ones as he could see even more plants that he never recognized. Especially that small but tall tree in the corner of the room, which seems to have very little leaves on it.

The sound of a door opening reached his ears and he looked to the door next to the receptionist's desk to find his parents coming out and speaking to whom he assumed to be the therapist.

His parents turns around and his father nods at him.

Jaune sighs and stands up before making his way to the door.

'Guess it's time.'

He entered the room beyond and looks back to his parents. His mother gave him a thumbs up and his father nods again before closing the door.

The room was… spacious, to say the least. There were a few plants in this room – all foreign – which were different to the waiting room. Such as that tree with pink buds poking from it. Or that pink and white lotus that stuck out from a small water tank. There was also two recliner seats and a table with a notepad on it, all of which are in the middle of the room.

He sits down on the recliner seat and inspects the room more, but he couldn't find anything interesting besides the plethora of foreign plants and a second door that leads to this room.

He sits in silence, the humming of an AC accompanying him.

'I guess that whoever this therapist is, is just preparing some things?' He thought absentmindedly, 'Then again, why did they even have me come in if they're not even ready?'

But just as he thought of that, the second door in this room opens and he found a woman who stood by it.

She had auburn hair, brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. She was garbed in a black suit, with black leggings and a short skirt and wore what seems to be a lab coat over the outfit.

Her attire basically screamed, professional doctor.

"Hello there, you're Jaune yes?" She asked with a smile.

"Uh, yeah, I am." He responded.

"And tell me. How old are you?" She asked.

"Fifteen."

"I see, you don't look that much different from Augustus when he was young." She chuckled.

"Wait, you know my dad?"

"Well, of course. I was his teammate during Beacon." She smiled, "Name's Peach. Teacher and part-time therapist in Vale."

With their greetings done, Peach sat on the other recliner seat opposite of Jaune and picks up the notepad from the table.

"So Jaune." She began, "Your parents have told me much about you and your nightmares. The… struggles you went through. But I want to hear your story from your perspective."

She grabs a pen from the chest pocket of her coat and clicks it once.

"Start from the very beginning. When you had your dream."

Location: The Hunter's Dream, Past

He woke up with a start, eyes darting around his surroundings trying to find where he had ended up. The place he woke up in was peculiar to say the least. A landscape which was surrounded by flora, graves and had a weird building in the middle of the area.

His hands ran all over his body and stopped at his neck. He grasped it tightly and retracted his hand to find no blood on it. He was sure that the grimm had bit into him, he was sure its teeth were sunk into his neck, he was sure… he was sure he had died.

'Okay Jaune. No need to overreact. Maybe this is just a dream… a REALLY weird one.' He thought to himself, 'You just need to stay calm Jaune… you just need to stay calm… count from one to ten.'

He followed his own commands, taking in a breathe with each number he counted down before finally letting go of one final breathe. Once he felt himself calm down (mostly), he quickly assessed that the best way to wake up from this dream was to advance through it.

He looked in the sky which was painted with an oddly grey colour. An unshattered moon hung from it, shining down on the landscape with no hint of any sort of movement, almost as if it was a fake prop that was placed there. And yet, at the same time, he can't help but feel that it was watching his every move, gazing into his very being.

He let out an audible gulp and moved towards the building. The doors were closed but outside of the entrance he found a group of those small corpse things he saw before he had died. Each one held onto a weapon of sorts, an axe, a weird saw, a cane of all things and two old looking guns which looked as though they were relics of the old war of remnant.

He didn't do anything but stare. What was he supposed to do? Pick one and… do what?

The corpses noticed his confusion and stretched out their frail arms, urging him to pick up one of the weapons. When he didn't, the one holding the weird saw just threw it at him.

"W-what-?!" He yelped catching the weapon.

He looked back up to see a gun flying towards him and he caught it just in time.

"W-what am I supposed to do with these?" He asked the corpses, bewildered.

One of the creatures made a chopping motion, while the other made a finger gun.

"Fight? Fight what?" He asked.

Another one of those creatures popped out from behind the group and made a snarling motion.

"Uh…"

The same creature grabbed another one of its kin and bit into its neck, to which that corpse slapped it.

"T-the grimm? You mean fight that grimm?" Jaune stuttered.

The corpses only tilted their heads in confusion.

"Uh… that wolf, the big wolf thing." He clarified.

The creatures made an understanding motion and nodded before pointing at a nearby gravestone, where three of the corpses' kins waved at him.

'This dream is getting REALLY weird.'

He approached the gravestone, not knowing what to do and kneels down.

One of the corpses pulls out a piece of paper from nowhere and shows him the text written on it.

"First floor sickroom?" He recited, "What does that-"

~~AMONGST US~~

Location: 1st floor sickroom, Time skip (past)

Jaune screamed. He screamed for his life, he screamed so loud that someone would've thought that there was a banshee in the night.

"HAH!"

He grunted and roared, screamed, and shouted, each time bring down his saw weapon into the wolf beast that has killed him numerous times. It wasn't a pretty sight, nor was it a clean kill. But in the end, all that mattered was the result.

Flesh was teared apart; fur was ripped away and skin parted. Blood flew onto his face and everywhere around him. He thought he was going to vomit, but then again, he's already done that many times before.

He raised the saw weapon high into the air and brought it down, the cracking of bones echoing through the room as he crushed the skull of the wolf beast with the weapon which was never meant to be used as a blunt weapon.

"I… I did it! I did it!" He cheered.

He stood up from the corpse and did a little dance. He wiped away the tears that fell from his eyes and smiled proudly, revelling at the fact that he had finally killed that monster, grimm, werewolf thing – whatever the beast was.

He laughed a bit before his stomach began to churn and he turned over before letting out a waterfall of bile fall to the floor.

The scent was awful, unlike anything he has ever smelt, and the texture of the corpse was… too gory for him. Nonetheless, he chuckled at the sight.

'I never thought that I'd be able to do it… but… I did…' He sighed happily, 'Maybe, I can finally wake up from this nightmare.'

He looked to the hallway that leads down.

Motivation and hope driving his body, he stood up from the floor and makes his way towards the hallway.

'A way out… finally.'

He takes the first step down the stairs and just as he does that, pain shot straight and through his head.

"AHH!"

He dropped the blunderbuss and his saw weapon, grasping his head so tightly that he thought his neck would snap.

"A-AHH! STOP! STOP!" He shrieked.

Why? Why does it have to be now? Why?

"Praise the holy blood."

A man walked through the clinic, carrying a tray that held bottles upon bottles of blood. They were special in that they have the ability to cure anything. The healing church were the ones who create and distribute the blood to the city, allowing its citizens to thrive. Of course, the man has never tasted the blood before.

"Do not worry young one, for the pain is but a short passing."

The man held onto a young boy's hand with a giant needle slowly being injected into his arm.

"Blood, more blood. We need more blood."

The man admired that doctor who ran this branch of the blood ministration clinics. She was a kind soul who had saved many lives of the citizens of Yharnam. As a matter of fact… the man might be in love.

"We do not have enough for everyone here. We need more blood."

When the clinic began to run out of blood, the doctor would personally come down and distribute her own blood to the people. Her blood was special in that it healed faster and stronger than most of the commonly distributed ones from the church.

"Your blood tastes so… delicious. Just… just one more sip."

He himself was given some when he was injured in an accident. And oh, was it heavenly, almost like the gods had come down to bless him. Amazing. Now he understands how the citizens feel. He craves it, he wants more. But the problem was… where was she? Where was she? Where was she?

"More."

He wanted more.

"More."

He wanted- no.

"MORE!"

He needed more.

"MORE! MORE! MORE! MO-GRRRRRRAAAAGH!"

"More…" Jaune chuckled, "GAH! STOP!"

Jaune held onto the wall, his weapons in hand.

It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? What was that? Why did he say those words? Whose memories are these? Where did they come from? Why? Why? Why? Why?

"Who is… Iosefka?" He spoke aloud.

It didn't matter anymore. His way out was in front of him.

He pushed through the door, although very weakly. It seems that the headache was affecting his movements.

What he given though, was not his awakening of this nightmare.

"No… no please… no!"

He fell to the soil. The taste of salt rushed through his tongue as tears streamed down his face.

"This was… this was supposed to wake me up…" he whimpered.

He sobbed and bawled like a baby; his body now curled up in a ball.

He laid there for several minutes, before he got up from the ground. Crying wouldn't do him any good, his father taught him better than that. Although that didn't stop the pain in his chest.

'Advance through this nightmare… wake up.'

He repeated the mantra as he made his way out of the dead garden. Eventually, the mantra was shortened into three words, "Advance… wake up."

He passed by a dead horse; its stench didn't bothering him though. He felt too devastated to even care. He passed by what seems to be a caravan and hope welled up inside him.

There was a man. A human man. A person, someone who wasn't a monster. It was a human.

The man wore a long black coat and had a black hat, and he carried a torch and an axe. Numerous thoughts wandered through his mind, many of which involving how he could help him. Perhaps he's in a similar situation? Fighting for his own life against the monsters in the nightmare.

Nevertheless, Jaune called out to him.

The man turned and looked at him in the eye. That's when Jaune noticed something weird about the man. He had unusually long arms, beard and eyes that seemed bloodshot. And if he was correct, he could swear he could see yellow teeth layered with fangs.

"H-hello sir?"

The man approached him slowly.

"U-uhm…"

He could hear the man whisper something, but he can't tell.

"My name's Jaune. I… I need your help."

The man stopped a few inches away from him.

"A monster had attacked me, and you might not believe me, but-" He was cut off when he suddenly heard the sound of flesh and skin being ripped open, "Huh?"

He looked down at his arm that held the blunderbuss, to find his shoulder spewing a fountain of blood into the air.

"W-wait."

*SHCLICK*

His arm dropped to the floor. His chest was cut open, neck slit apart, and jaws ripped.

"W-why?" Jaune garbled.

"You…" The man growled, "YOU PLAGUE RIDDEN RAT!"

~~AMONGST US~~

Location: Central Yharnam, Time skip (past)

One slash to the neck, being ripped apart by sickles and axes, being burnt by a torch, pushed into a spiked fence, drowning in one's own blood.

Eleven.

One shot through the head, a spine broken, infection of wounds, decapitation of the lower half.

Fifteen.

Bleed out, being consumed by crows alive, falling from a bridge, getting crushed to death…

Nineteen?

He stopped counting after nineteen and eventually gave up on finding a way home. He had to find a way back home but why? It was impossible for him to do such a thing. He's been stuck here for gods know how long… one day? Three? A week? He couldn't tell.

He feels so tired, he just wants to sleep. And yet, he couldn't, perhaps it was the tiny spark of hope of finding a way back home that kept him going or whether it was because of the effects of being brought back to life from the dream.

An unholy screech brought Jaune out of his thoughts and he looked up to the obstacle that stopped him in his path to escaping this nightmare.

The giant beast with antlers approached him, using its unnaturally large arm to claw its way towards him.

He sighs and tricks the saw cleaver into its original form, his grip on the blunderbuss tightening.

It was time to end this.

Location: Dr. Peach's Office, Vale, Present

"We'll stop here for now." Peach halted him in his narration.

She begins to jot down more notes onto the paper and clicked her pen once after she finished.

"Okay."

"Alright, I'll just need to speak with your parents now." She stands up from her seat and August's son follows suit.

She makes her way to the waiting room where his parents waited for him. They stood up from their seats when they saw them and walks over to them.

"Go take a seat, Jaune. Your parents and I will talk about your next session, they'll be out shortly." Peach addresses the boy.

He nods and takes a seat.

"August, Jeanne. Come in." She said in a serious tone.

They follow the doctor into the room and sat down on the recliner seats.

"What is it?" Jeanne asked.

"Your son's condition is not normal." She said.

"Of course, it's not normal, that's why we brought him to you." Augustus said.

"Which is why, I'll be asking you this question." Peach leaned forward, "Do you want me – no – will you let me do it?"

"It?" Jeanne asks, tilting her head.

"Don't you think it's too soon?" Augustus' fists tightened.

"Honestly, yes. But as of currently, I don't know enough to actually help him." She sighs, "If I do it, I might be able to get a better grasp of his situation."

"What are you talking about?" Jeanne asks her.

"It's her semblance." Augustus answered in her place, "As you know Jeanne, her semblance allow her to grow plants made of aura that can absorb any type of dust and utilise its abilities. However, that was never how it was supposed to be used."

"You mean the dust absorption was a side effect?"

"The real nature of my semblance, is spore release." Peach answered, "The plants I grow can release aura spores that can trigger the pineal gland to release melatonin. But my semblance has somewhat evolved from just releasing spores."

"If she makes contact with another person, she can grow roots which connects her with another person's aura." Augustus explained, "She – in a way – becomes a part of the person. She can feel what they feel, she can-"

"You want to use your semblance on Jaune." Jeanne cut her husband off.

"Yes. That is what I want to do." Peach said, bluntly.

"But… that means you'll be putting him back in that nightmare."

"Yes."

"But-"

"We'll talk to Jaune about it." Augustus cut her off, "When should we make a decision."

"It'd be cruel to say, tomorrow so how about two days?"

"Two days… that's… no. It'll be fine." Augustus relented, "Thank you for your time, doctor."

"It's my job, August." Peach sighed, "I have no more session tomorrow, the offer is still up you know."

~~AMONGST US~~

Location: Arc household, Dom

"So, Jaune, what will be your decision?" Augustus asked his son.

"…"

"…"

"You know you don't have to make the choice now. Peach made the offer that you can even go back tomorrow but she said you can go back in two days." He put his hand on Jaune's shoulder to reassure him.

"Tomorrow… huh?" Jaune muttered.

"Jaune. You don't have to pick tomorrow if you don't want to."

"What does mom think?"

"She… doesn't exactly agree with this method. But she knows that it can help you."

"…Tomorrow then, I choose tomorrow."

"Son, are you sure?"

"You and mom have already put in much effort to help me. I don't want to be a burden anymore, better to get this over quickly yeah?" He chuckled, emptily.

"…Very well then."

Augustus patted his son's shoulder and left him in his room. He closed the door and sits down on the stairs that leads to the living room.

He pulls out a scroll and dials in a number.

"Peach."

AN: Yay, Jaune is finally getting some goddamn help. The chapter was intended to be longer but I cut it short since it'll make it look like a really scuffed one-shot.

In the next chapter, we'll finally see what has happened to Yharnam, during Jaune's time in Remnant! How will his disappearance affect the lovecraftian world we all know and love? And what sort of plot twist or well plot twists will I put when Jaune finally returns to the dream? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BA- Okay, I'll stop.

On another note, my boi, Chad has finally uploaded a new chapter (PRAISE THE BLOOD! FINALLY!) to his story, and has also changed his name to Skuggs the Dusty Writer. Apparently it's supposed to be some sort of abbreviation to a swedish term? Can't remember.

Anyways, new chapter might be uploaded during the 2nd or 1st of October. I'll see you next time.