#threads: fran.

“i just really feel like we could be friends, like…like real friends.”

“i can’t believe i let you convince me to stay the whole weekend in this place.” as if she didn’t personally book their flights months in advance with what was left of her tax refund. “pretty sure this is the end of the line for us. hopefully if we livestream our grisly deaths we’ll become famous. maybe our families can live off the royalties from the footage.” 

“what — what are you doing here?” eyes widened, her hands yanking the thin hospital blanket up as if she wasn’t already covered by the gown. “how’d you know i was even here?” her tone was suspicious. “are you stalking me now?”

“great. great! this is just great.” fran dropped her phone into her lap, turning the key in the ignition with a groan of frustration. “looks like they’re taking a separate car, so we have to just meet them at the cabin.” as if a cabin in the middle of nowhere wasn’t creepy enough, the fact that she had to spend an entire car ride with her ex was even worse. “let’s just...turn on the radio and not talk.” 

“uh, no offense...but it sounds like a cult to me.” 

“okay, okay, hear me out...it’s the mothman.”