Day 11: The F**king Wisdom Teeth Surgery

Written by Bhaal Hellraiser

Jan. 8, 2026

It was there I felt impending panic set in as I realized that, no, it was NOT just a scan but the extraction too.

I walked upstairs to the endonists domain. I cursed every step forward with vehement hatred. I hated everything about this.

From the smile on the dental assistant's face to the cheery frolicking cherry blossom bullshit art on the walls and then that f**king red chair.

I sat down gripping the arms with a claw like grasp. My legs shook and I bit my lower lip in horror as I thought about how painful this was going to be.

I remembered the last time, I had a wisdom tooth extraction and it was very narrowly a living nightmare experience that has been blazing on my f**king eyeballs, brain tissue and very soul!

I leapt up from the chair and paced a bit before I sped walked to the restroom. As soon as the door shut, I leaned over, hands on the knee and began to panic.

I felt my breath hitch and I wheezed a bit.

No.

I was not a coward! I would not chicken out of this shit. I could do this!

I looked up and there I was back in L.A., wandering the streets at night, in the dark. Scared, alone and lost, trying to get home. That hopeless, lonely feeling, caught in my chest and throat.

I spun around to face the door, and I stared.

No. I am not going to let my PTSD control my life anymore! I am strong!

So I glared at the door and said quietly out loud, "I am not yours to command anymore ptsd! I am more than flashbacks, nightmares and panic attacks! I am doing better. I am safe now. I will be okay. I tell you leave me in peace. I am done with your bullshit!"

I cried a bit and after a few moments the flashbacks dissolved into blissful peace, just like that.

I blinked. How? How did I do that? I told the beast to go so it went?

I was shaking but I was okay. I was okay?

I looked around, as I reoriented myself to where I was. Just a stupid restroom and the impending tooth extractions.

I washed my hands, after I did my business and left the restroom, shuddering slightly as I realized I had fought off a ptsd episode.

I felt powerful. I felt like a warrior after he'd slain his mortal enemy in single combat, finally.

See, me? Bhaal? I look very different than how the body looks. Im for one, 5'7". I have a bald head, bulging muscles and a stockey body. I usually wear a muscle tee with dog tags. I have dark blue jeans and army black boots.

Sometimes I wear a black bomber jacket with fur and shiny silver shades, when Im in the mood.

My voice? I sound like Jason Strathholm for some reason because the f**king narrator one day got hijacked by Rune, a 15 year old who thought I'd sound cool with the actor's voice.

Its fine. I think the kid has got some skills. He just needs discipline for f**ks sake!

Ugh 15 years old? Man, im glad i dont remember that age. Ick! Sounds awful!

I flexed my arms a bit at my side and sat back down in the f**king stupid red, leather chair. I could do this tooth extraction. Eh....

I narrowed my eyes. Why was I, out for this bullshit? Really? Seems stupid. On second thought, nah f**k that! Let's get somebody else out to deal with this bullshit.

*Yoink*

Arlo sighed. "Really? Bhaal? Seriously? You jackass!"

Bhaal laughed, as he walked away from the command chair, which every alter sits at when fronting in the body.

Bhaal flipped the bird behind him, at Arlo, before he got in the teleporter. Before he zapped away he said, "You know, you should talk to one of the magick b*tches to get us hooked up with having teleport magick period.

It should be a standard for all council members. Im telling you! See you later, sweetheart!" Bhaal blew a kiss towards Arlo before he disappeared.

Arlo groaned. "I fucking hate it when Bhaal does this to us. F**k you Bhaal, asswipe!"

Arlo blinked and he was being called back for the tooth extractions.

Arlo breathed slowly and strode forward.

Here we go! He thought.

An hour later

Arlo shook a bit as he waited for the Uber ride. His partner had come along and was nearby, thankfully.

The Valerian Legion as a whole hates the dentist intensely but dental work is necessary to maintain health. So we endure the bullshit dentist visits every year.

Im just glad that extraction was finally over. Now to deal with the bullshit swelling and healing process.

Yikes, thought Arlo. This was worse than the first time. This felt much more painful for some reason. Healing though? This was gonna suck probably too!

Arlo winced, as he got in the Uber with our partner. At least we were heading home now. Relief didn't begin to cover how he felt.

Three days later

Written by Voidius

I realize we've been mostly, mysterious about our life until these blogs. So, since we are still healing from awful, icky wisdom tooth extraction bullshit, we are going to open a doorway to us!

The Valerian Legion's brain. So you can get to know us on a slightly more personal level. This will be the first time we've ever told anyone, let alone online, about our life experiences with inner world.

See, its a realm, a plane, of its own that lives within our brain. It is there we have rich lives whilst the outer world i.e. Earth is relatively unaware of!

But I feel that it is time to open the door and welcome you in. We are ready!

So, we will start with the basics.

When you see us, out in public, you likely make swift decisions about who we are depending on our state of dress, our attitude and who accompanies us. I mean that's how most humans we have seen tend to operate.

Perhaps you don't know this but, literally everyday we have a living, breathing full worlds within, that get up to all kinds of hectic fun and crazy adventures. We also have an narrator or storyteller.

They used to be chaotic neutral until one day we were put on risperdone and Lithium and the narrator turned into a chaotic evil nightmare that we all feared!

They, thankfully, have changed their attitude as of late and are now generally good. They actually are very nurturing and loving now. Well, now thanks to what has now become known as OPERATION CUDDLE THE F**KERS KNOWN AS PERSECUTORS!

See, in a D.I.D. system there is alternate personalities known as Persecutors. These, ehem, assholes, are often known to be the difficult ones. They protect the system via with bad coping skills and sometimes can even be abusive to other alters, the body or threats they view outside in the outer world.

These type of alters are like a child who acts out because he is being abused by his family. You wouldn't hurt that boy. No. You would get him help. Like safety away from his family if need be and therapy as well.

It's the same for these prosecutor alters. They need support and love even more so than others. In many ways, they are the most injured identities within a system. Often, they hold trauma and hurt feelings. Deep wounds especially!

Merlin decided one day after last years horrific experiences, to start what he dubbed "Operation Cuddle". So the plan was to seek out prosecutors one by one and befriend them, love on them with affection and eventually give them hugs and cuddles if they want.

The success rate has been nearly 100%. Each time it takes a bit, of course, but slowly we are making our way around our system healing prosecutors one by one.

Drac has become almost cuddly with us to which we appreciate but also feel werid since he's a shadow with lots of werid tendrils legs and arms.

Voudius now sometimes demands pets from Merlin. And he cries after with happiness.

This has made the entire system slowly start to feel safer immediately and loved. We are moving from "we dont deserve love" to "I am good enough to be loved as I am".

When you survive trauma, to finally be able to do that, is quite frankly...the f**king dream made real.

So i leave you with: love and cuddles do make a huge difference you just gotta be brave enough to dare to love without judgement and let the wounded ones come when they are ready to release that pain and start to heal.

I love you all!

Sincerely,

Voidius