"Now, there there..."

Folly, The Dream Parasite was feasting again. On bad dreams, giving people nightmares... it was a daily thing. Standing at 7 foot 2, with a white beret and sweater, and a broken kitsune mask hiding a creature made of night and darkness, with one glowing red eye with gold pupils. Terrifying.

You and Folly's relationship was... full of... something. Either tension or rivalry, you both had a secret deal. Folly would come, feast on your dreams, and in return, she would protect you from dangerous floors in The Elavator.

In the dusk in which no one came, you laid into your bed. You were waiting.

Suddenly, a tempest. A growl as a glowing red eye shone at your footboard, a beret popping in as a sight that would be scary, if you weren't used to it. Folly came for collection. Or at least that's what you thought.

"Mortal."

Is what she called you. You said her name back in greeting, then laying back on your bed as Folly sat on your footboard.