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Ghosts and Trees That Live In the Ease

( HEY. HEY YOU */shakes u violently and uncontrollably* WAKE UP BABE!! NEW FOOFFLE FANFIC PART JUST DROPPED
i jus realized this is an au of fofofle's ocs where whim is basically a ghosr..,., PLEARS FUMKCIJG HELP
btw im deadass cringing at thw last part of this fanfic WHERE'D IEVEN COME UP WIT H THE IDEA THAT WHIM WAS A SPIRIT
BTW !! it might take longer for me to makw these parts cuz im writing a novel HAHFHGA kel mii))

"Nope." Fool swatted Whim's hand away from his shoulder, now walking away.
Whim tilted his head sideways. "You sure you're gonna just.. Walk? That's like miles!" He crossed his arms. Like Whim, and everyone else in the dream world, Fool was capable of fast-traveling to a location he wanted to be at. He didn't get why Fool would just.. Walk all mopy-like around.
Fool was still walking, the tree branches and leaves crunched. "Wouldn't be the first time." He said with sarcasm.
Whim groaned. He knew Fool and very well to know that he was impervious and stubborn to these kinds of things. But he didn't wanna bother Fool anyway, since hearing news about a sentient being in your mind actually being a ghost has definitely fazed some.

While Fool was walking, he started to stumble and trip over little things on his way deeper in the forest. His vision started to get blurry, and he passed out straight on the grass face-first. Well, that and he also hit his head on a tree.
Fool was now leaving his dream, he faded back into consciousness.
Whim had heard a loud thump from yonder way, he jumped at the sound. His head creaked towards the sound of Fool thumping his head, now running towards Fool in a hurry. He turned Fool over to lay on his back. "Buh-bye!" He'd wave to Fool.

Ferris woke up in a frantic sweat. He hyperventilated, just as he always woke up.. (HAHA ME)
He'd throw his bedsheets off his sweating body, now rocking back and forth on his bed. He started to shake.
Suddenly, Ferris would remember he had his Ibuprofen pills in his drawer. He would search in his nightstand, where they'd be sitting there. His shaky hand reached for it, snatching it immediately. His breathing finally caught up to him, and he downed 6 of the pills due to anxiety. Learn your lesson from Ferris, kids, never overdose on pills. (NOO)
He sighed of relief, his headache and sweating had gone away, but overall he was doing okay. He set the bottle of pills back in his drawer, and looked down at his hands.
It was 7:36 AM in the morning, flowers were blooming, birds were chirping, and on days like this, Ferris' mood would gradually swing. (totaly no t a untale refernence i MEAN WGAT?)
Ferris suddenly remembered the whole Whim being dead thing, and held his head. He got up off his bed, but stumbled in the process. Why was this a lot to take in?
He though that he must be going crazy now, and the immense phobias teared at his skull.
But, since he was out of his deep slumber, he deliberately changed out of his night clothes and went to his kitchen. There, he made coffee and some food to at least forget what happened. Well, that didn't work out as planned. He didn't forget, because he couldn't. It stuck to his mind like Gorilla-Glue.
As Ferris went back upstairs, he saw a shadowy figure looming right at the foot of the hallway. It just.. Stood there, menacingly.
Ferris changed his mind, and went downstairs. He'd initially try and find a good book in one of his shelfs in his mini-library, then sit down and sink into a beanbag chair.

After a couple of minutes reading The Green Mile (and trying not to doze off in the process because of the little sleep he's gotten), Ferris set the book on his small coffee table.
There was a knock on his door, he ascended from the chair and waltzed to the front door. He peeked through the glass peephole, where he was not surprised to see Halu and Ress standing. He unlocked the door and swung it open, greeted by worried faces.
Halu's worried expression turned to analyzation, he/she inspected Ferris' dark eye-bags and messy hair going all directions. "Hey Ferry-Man!.. Sooo, we didn't see you in the dream world last night! Where ya been?"
Ferris' eyebrows raised at the sudden start of the conversation. "I was in the dream." He'd say, in his upmost monotone voice.
Ress exchanged glances with Halu, now turning back to Ferris. "A-aa-are you ss-s-sure?"
Ferris nodded. He'd yawn due to the fact that he'd gotten about 4 hours of sleep. Sleep deprivation's gotten the better of him, ever since the day he turned 12 this has gone on for as long as he can remember. Now he was 25, oh how the years go by fast. (BTW THIS IS CANON BC FOOFFLE ANNOUNCED IT ON INSTA SAYING EVERY CANON AGE FOR THE AUS AND IT SAID THAT OG FERRIS WAS 25)
Halu peeked his/her head inside Ferris' house. "Can we come in? Looks cozy in there!"
"Sure.." Ferris moved out of the way to let them in, startled by his cat sprinting out of the house. "..And there she goes."
Halu and Ress would look around while they walked in, there were many books laying around the house. The color scheme was a dull brown and some white, but other then that it looked pretty cozy.
Ferris closed the door shut, locking it. He followed behind the two as they roamed his house. "Uh, hey. Can we chat about Whim real quick?"
The two stopped, Halu had picked up a random book and was now carrying it. "What about em?" Halu said in question.
Ferris gestured for them to sit on his couch, they followed. He plopped onto one of his singular chairs, waiting for about 30 seconds until he knew what he was going to say. "Apparently.. When I was in that dream, Whim had said he was a spirit."
Halu tilted his/her head while Ress started to shake. "Whatddya mea- ohhhh! Wait a second. So that's how Whim suddenly appeared in my room!" He/she tapped his/her chin in thought.
Ress started shaking immensely. "Wh-what other heinous shit d-d-do we have to g-go through?" Their anxiety made them scan the area.
Ferris leaned his head against the fabric of the chair. "Good question." He checked his phone, the time being 9:13 AM. Ferris was counting the hours until he had to sleep, which even gave him daymares.
"Hmm, wait! I think I know why me and Ress kept hearing loud booming noises from the distance! Was that you and Whim?.. Or no.." Halu would be piecing things together.
Ferris scratched the back of his head. "Mmm.. Yeah." He seethed air through his teeth. "Sorry."
Halu covered his/her mouth. "It's alright! Is.. That when you found out he was a ghost?"
Ferris nodded, sincerely that answered Halu's question.

After the three of them chatted for about 37 minutes, they all pried their mouth's shut at the sounds upstairs. They heard things being knocked over, windows being opened, and doors shutting ferociously. They could hear faint scribbling sounds coming from Ferris' room, and pages being ripped.
Ferris clenched his fists, his jaw tightened. "What. The. Fuck." He whispered, directed at both Halu and Ress.
Halu and Ress looked unsteady, but Ress would be fidgeting with their jacket and trying to hold their breathe.
They all had made prolonged-eye-contact (PROLONGED EYE CONTACT), signaling that they knew something was wrong. It was obviously Whim, their eyes meetings as they agreed solemnly.
Whatever it was, though, it was following them. Monitoring everything they do.

ro bee cocktinueed HAHAHAA hey losers I GOT MY MOTIVATION BACK YET AGAIN (my vocab has expanded bc of the ai generator for stories and NO i did not use that for this fanfic 🤬🤬)
btw there are so many references of my interests and songsthat yall dont even know(TRY, TRY AND FIND ALL OF THEM)
anwyays, cya in 6 years!!!!!! /J
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