Stuffy and Eluuna's 1 on 1!

She sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing.

“Good night, Francis.”

 

“I love you too, my darling,” she murmured, leaning back against his chest.

 

She also fell asleep, her eyes fluttering closed.

 

(Yes!)

Francis would awake at around one in the morning from a small creek on the floorboard.

 

A man that he would have recognized from the parking lot was pulling away from Poppy, a syringe glinting in his hand.

 

He glanced down at Poppy and he would be able to recognize him from the parking lot that night when Francis was told to leave.

“She’ll be gone soon enough. You should have listened to us, Francis.”

 

Poppy was still on the bed, her body frozen.

 

She didn’t respond, her skin cold.

 

Derrick picked up the phone, clearly tired.

“Hello?”

 

“What? Francis? Where are y-“

The man knocked the phone out of his hands and tackled him, bringing him to the ground.