we dream as one | fooffle fanfic

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(bHELP THIS ONE WAS PUBLISHED RELA ERSTLY JWWJEJSJEHWJJEJEJEJDJ how'ee ya'll doin? good?!!! if you're not doin good remember i jabe ur ip, your home adress too /JJJ /LYR
oh yeah this part is like more longer than usual bc i had the sudden urge to write something pls hlp
also someone pwease after rweading this cans u hwelp men name the paert tittle 🥺uwu /J why did i type that i hate myself)

It was the next day. The day after they met human Whim. He went by the name Warren, which was a unique name. Well.. Not as unique as Ferris. (ferris WHEEL HAHAHAHAH (i'm not funny))
Ferris stayed up in his bed all night. He rocked back and forth, the black bags under his widely opened eyes told a lot about him. The paranoia was real, he was afraid that someone from the window was watching him. He was afraid that someone or something was under his bed. He was afraid.
The tapping of the rain hitting the window usually calmed him down, but this time he didn't even think about the rain. He kept thinking about Warren.
He wasn't able to sleep that night, because he kept hearing creaking noises from the walls and floors. Sure, some of the tiles were a little messed up on his wooden floor, but it was uncanny because of the fact that the creaking noise was also in the walls.
"P-p-please just be a mouse.. Please.. Please.." He was starting to go crazy. He wished he could just live a normal, peaceful life. Not a life with supernatural entities from your head taking over.
Ferris wasn't exactly scared of Warren, he was scared of what Warren'd do to him at night. He was scared of being murdered, or something being stolen from him. His intrusive thoughts won and made him stay up the whole night because of paranoia.

A few hours later, approximately 2AM, Ferris got up, despite his body feeling like a heavy sack of coffee-beans. His eyes were tinted with black, making him look like a zombie.
He ambled his way to the window cell, looking out at the night sky. Even though the window was closed shut, he could still feel wind break into his house.. Like Warren.
Sighing, Ferris turned away to go back to his bed. But a figure was there, despite all his doors and windows locked. He jumped back, startled by the creature-thing that was in his house. "Just a hallucination.. It's just a stupid hallucination, Fool!" He mumbled. Despite Ferris being in the real world, he still called himself 'Fool.' Man, the irony. He used his dream world name to bring himself down.
The shadow moved closer, shining in the light revealed what it truly was. Warren.
Ferris dropped all the act on paranoia, now moving on to anxiety. "Hey, woah, what are you doing in my house?" He said with a somewhat panicked and monotone voice.
Warren glanced up, meeting eyes with Ferris. "Oh, I was just checking on ya! Everyone is wondering why you're not sleeping! Why is it, Fool?"
"Ferris." Ferris corrected him.
Warren's face lit up. "Ah, right! Ferris! What a unique name! Is your surname 'Wheel?" He covered his mouth, nearly giggling. But his smirk wasn't wiped off his face. (HAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAH FERRIS WHEEL HAHAHAHAHAH there's a kid in one of my classes that has the last name ferris help me)
Ferris rolled his eyes, smiling. "Like I haven't heard that one a thousand time." He thought for a moment, wait.. "Dude. How did you break into my house? My doors and windows are locked!"
Warren looked Ferris directly in the eye, waiting for him to realize.
Ferris' head snapped in place. "Oh.. Right, magic." He tapped his chin. "How the hell do you manage to use your dream-world powers if you're in the real world?"
Warren walked over to Ferris, standing a few inches away from him, but otherwise right in front of him. "Mmmagic."
Ferris raised a brow. "Urgh, okay, since you're not gonna give me a valid answer, why don't we just chat."
Warren's lips pursed into a wide smile. "Yeah! So, the guys back in the dream world were wondering where you were! They're really worried, Ferris! Though, not as worried as me!" He began.
Ferris wasn't very talkative, considering the fact that he was an introverts. Introverted people usually tended to stay quiet in conversations, only liking to listen and not speak. "Huh.. But.. They know I go to bed like.. At a really late time!"
"Well, not this late though! C'mon, Ferris, you should get some rest! We're worried about you!" Warren took Ferris' hand, lightly pushing him onto the bed. "If you can't sleep I can make you!"
Ferris raised a brow, suspicious enough from him. "..No, I can sleep." He got into his bedsheets, his head lay firmly on the cotton-soft pillow.
After a few minutes, Ferris open his eyes again. Warren was just.. Standing at the end of his bed, menacingly. "..Dude. Go away. I'm trying to sleep." (i leik to warch you slepe sometimes, and by sormtiems i mean.. oFTEN. /REF)
Warren didn't go away. He just.. Stood there, staring deep into Ferris' soul.
Ferris sighed. He closed his eyes shut. In a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep once again.

Fool found himself standing in a forest, though the sun shone extremely bright to some extent. Whim jumped in front of Fool, though, he had that weird dream-enhancer thing in his hand. "You're finally here! You didn't take that long to sleep, did you?"
Fool stared blank-faced at Whim, his eyelid shaped like a half moon.
"Oh, c'mon! Cheer up, buddy!" Whim's voice crackled with static. He touched Fool's shoulder. (aNother HEADCANON: WHIM'S VOICE IN THE DREWAM WORLD HAS A VOICE FILTER THAT MAKES HIM SOUND LIKE SOMEONE ON THE RADIO IN THE 1950s lIKE ALASTOR OR SOEMTHONG)
Fool sighed. "Where are the others?"
Whim smiled. He snapped his finger, a river flowing with bright liquids was on the edge of the turquoise colored grass, where they saw Ephe, Halu, and Ress sitting. They were all chatting.
Fool stopped. He turned to look at Whim. "..Can we talk? Like.. In private?" He made a hand gesture, pointing in the direction of a forest.
Whim tilted his head, smiling. "Sure! Whazzit about?" Him and Fool walked to the path in the forest, it seemed similar to the walkway in the park of the city, but Fool never mentioned it.
"..How were you able to find where I was? And.. More importantly, how were you able to use your powers from here to the real world? It baffles me!" Fool finally spoke. He never asked these questions when he found out Whim was Warren, he was too stunned to speak. (tHE WEOEMEN WA S TOO STUNED TO SPEAk- /j)
Whim sighed. "I'm not gonna tell you how, so it's practically useless that you brought me here!"
They both came to a stop in the middle of the woods.
Fool put a hand on Whim's shoulder, he tightened his grip. Something was.. Off, about him. "Tell me. How did you break into my house?"
Whim broke into a cold sweat. "Uhm.. easy! Mm..Magic..?" He shrugged.
Fool saw through him, he knew that he was lying. He was starting to have one of his angry outbursts again, but he couldn't fight it. He pushed Whim to the ground, a tentacle shot out of the ground, aiming at Whim. "You broke into my house, you're basically stalking me! Now, tell me what the hell you are!" His face turned ugly with frustration.
Whim crawled backwards. He hasn't seen Fool like this in awhile, only when he's depressed about something or feeling the need to destroy. He hesitated, refraining from telling the truth. The truth was that Whim was a spirit, he lived in Ferris' thoughts.
The tentacle only got closer to him. He froze, in a panic, the words he was going to say finally caught up to him. "I.. I'm dead, okay? I'm a ghost!" Whim summoned a see-through shield, he put his hands up. He stood up.
Fool dropped the tentacle, his animosity-induced face changed to a confused and rather distraught facial expression. "You're.. Dead?" Fool tried to convince himself he was dreaming.. Wait, he was already in a dream! I guess that saying "dreams become a reality" is true! (dumbass that aint what that quote means you intolerant formal text speaking crap)

Whim wrapped his arm around Fool. "So.. Basically, I died, and then went into your mind, causing you to dream almost every day!"
Fool just stopped everything. He stood as still as a running refrigerator, except the refrigerator wasn't running. He wasn't the type of person to believe that ghosts and superstitions were real, but this just proved that one of them were.
Whim looked at Fool's face. "You good?" He looked up at Fool's head, not being able to not notice the static that fluttered around Fool like annoying little mosquitoes.
Whim waved the static away. "Shoo, shoo! It's gonna be alright, buddy! Cheer up!" He knew damn well Fool wasn't going to recover from the fact that a ghost lived in his head. Hell, the other three are probably possessed with Whim in their heads too.
He breathed in and out. "Hey, Fool! Foool! Fool! Ferris! Wake up! Please! You're still in the dream zone!" Whim extended his arms out and hugged Fool. The warmth coming from him was still no use, and Fool was still staring off in the distance. He began to shake Fool violently, and then resorted to slapping the shit outta him.
Fool jumped back, realizing that he was still sleeping. "SHIT- what the hell Whim?!" He held his cheek.
Whim grabbed Fool and ascended him back up so he could stand. "You didn't stop staring off into the distance for like.. 30 minutes! Very impressive!"

to be continued.. WHAT THE SHIT THIS IS ACTUALLY A REALLY LONG ONE HELRELWHSJEAHGAHAAH THE WORD COUNT OF THIS IS 1705
PLEASE HELRP MY MOTIVATION IS SO HIGH RN