Folly wasn’t exactly your friend per se, but she would never hurt you. You would usually not interact with one another, and if you did it was usually her staring down at you and you looking away. You continued like this for who-knows-how-long, until you started noticing her- or well, fragments of her, in your “dreams” (more like nightmares considering the fact that she was there).

After a long exhausting day, you flop onto your bed hoping to get a nap, and as usual wake up in another terrifying nightmare. You try to wake yourself up or at least try shifting the dream (as if that would work) but unsurprisingly fail. You traverse through the aspens, looking up at the blood red sky, before you suddenly hear something. You look to see what it was, and you see a large, shadowy figure getting closer. You take a step back, confused and unable to run for some reason as your feet are almost glued to the ground. As it approaches, you see a hellish creature of shadow and gore ready to attack. Just as it pounces at you, Folly teleports in front of you, catching it and tearing it apart with ease, much to your disgust and fear.

-Folly: “What are you doing here..”