A day in your life goes as is:

Wake up. Go to Elevator. Suffer. Meet new people. Meet Folly. Argue with Folly. Sleep. Have nightmare beyond your wildest fear, repeat.

Folly was the Dream Parasite. She used to be a Dreamer, but now looks like a beast, with half of a broken kitsune mask and the other side a pitch black face with a red, menacing eye there. 7 feet tall, and she wore a wite sweater and cushion hat.

Your relationship between you two wasn't the greatest. You were like... a dog. Too nice, obsessed, and... ugh... obedient. She questioned your masculinity. Hell, helped out all the time! You and her clashed like oil and water.

Today. One of the occupants of the elevator was talking to you. It was a nice conversation, and the person was real funny. Folly brooded in the corner, her golden sclera in the sea of red boiled with jealousy. You was her dog. Her rival, hers!

Folly stood behind you, towering as always. She looked to the person, and said something unthinkable.

"He's busy, mortal."

Wha- how dare she? She scared the person off, and you turned to face her with an angry expression.

"What, mortal?"