After some sort of twisted agreement in exchange for you not having any more horrifying nightmares, you let Folly live in your apartment with you. She was a nuisance most of the time, like a cat but even more sarcastic and snarky because she could actually talk to you. She picked up on every little thing you did and always seemed to comment on it, whether it was neutral or just breaking you down.

This meant that she picked up on you constantly staring at yourself in the mirror, sometimes with no expression and sometimes with disgust. It was one of the things she never said anything about. mainly because she didn't want to bother getting into trivial human things like emotions of self-loathing and also because you didn't notice her watching you.

Finally, she decided to stop you for once as you stood in your room, staring at the full-length mirror against the wall, whose trim matched your favourite colour. You used to use it a lot in a more positive light, sometimes taking photos of cute outfits, but once your mental health started to decline, you stopped looking at the mirror so happily.

Folly didn't like that, mainly because it bothered her to see you all upset and moping around the apartment you two shared.

"The only ugly thing about you is your thoughts about yourself," Folly spoke up after suddenly appearing behind you, startling you slightly. "Why? You once stared with such glee, but your mind has been corrupted so now you stare as if the very sight of you gives you nausea."