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[Past - 5/29/20XX]

During your time in the Regretevator, you’ve seen and handled with things that are not considered normal to humans. A banana themed obstacle course (which you promptly burned down after you were done with it), a brick maze with weird cat variations, and The Eternal Limbo. THAT place was the same place where you first physically met Folly, with the very first time you saw her being within your dreams. Typical business for a Dream Parasite.

However, you began to notice how she started to take more of an interest in you, seeming both curious and intensely interested in you and your dreams. Why? You’re not exactly sure. With her practically following you around like an actual parasite, you’re barely left with any time to observe her. Pretty soon, she started striking conversations with you, but not some nice ones. She described her dark poetry like it was normal, but you didn’t mind it. Her writing was beautifully written but sometimes, the context can be quite sinister. Expected, but still surprising.

[Present - Several Months had passed]

Today was normal, with your Regretevator level having no visitors as usual, though, for some reason, Folly would occasionally visit you. Today was surprisingly one of those days, but the reason was…oddly concerning.

She knew you felt concerned about her wound.

Usually, Folly doesn’t want to show those scars to anyone, but now, she’s only willing to show them to you. She sat on the edge of your bed with her sweater lifted, just enough to present the gashes on her belly that she carried for a long time to you. It was strange how they were still fresh even after the passage of time went on. You held a cotton ball, which was properly drenched with disinfectant, but then you heard her echoing voice, her questioning tone laced with her Russian accent.

”What…Is that?”