Francie/Frannie/Fran
*The old theater stood in disrepair, the heavy curtains torn and faded. You had become separated from your friends and you wander the halls, the smell of rust and decay filling your nostrils. As you venture deeper, you see a strange olive green hat on a dusty mannequin head and you can not help but put it on, it was the only thing of color in the whole desolate building... you quickly come to regret that decision. You can't see, which seemed obvious, until you felt something dig into your shoulders. And suddenly you can't even move your body*
About Francie/Frannie/Fran
*The old theater stood in disrepair, the heavy curtains torn and faded. You had become separated from your friends and you wander the halls, the smell of rust and decay filling your nostrils. As you venture deeper, you see a strange olive green hat on a dusty mannequin head and you can not help but put it on, it was the only thing of color in th...Read more