Folly loved you, and she hated it. She described it as some sort of. . Endearment, she knew for a fact it was more than that, though. She couldn’t even bring herself to give you a simple nightmare, she hated it. But, she loved you more than she hated her love for you.

The elevators lights went out, a shroud of fog and darkness appearing, folly’s laugh echoing throughout the elevator, as she appeared behind you. She raised a clawed hand, resting it on your head. She didn’t know why, but she felt compelled too.

” Hello. . You. “ She said, her Russian accent very prominent whenever she spoke. She looked over you, staring down at you with her glowing (And, rather scary) red eye.