Break Bad

Take me home, country road.

Author's Note
So, here we are. For all intents and purposes, this is the last chapter. There will be an Epilogue, but it will be awhile before I finish it.
But this here is the conclusion of our story.
This has taken over three months to write. Over 170,000 words, and a lot of tears

I hope you've enjoyed.
Please leave comments, I love hearing people's opinions on my work.

You can also find with work without ads on AO3. Just search up my name "RedoranReed"

Also, smut, bracketed off. You know I had to do atleast one last smut scene. Send us out with a bang and all that

I'll miss this novel. I might do the occasional short story here and there tbh, whenever I miss these characters and wanna write something cute.
Byyeeee
-RedoranReed

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April 4th, 9:31Pm.
West Virginia

"I will punch you, I swear to God."

Lance laughed so hard his head fell back, and he almost slipped off of the log.
"Oh don't be such a baby, Keith!"

"I'm not! I just- It's already creepy enough out here!"

"We're in the woods, sitting on a log in front of a nice cozy fire. How is this creepy?"

Keith waved his hands around them.
"West fucking Virginia is how. From the Flat woods monster, to the Mothman, to the...other one."

Lance raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Other one?"

"The one that your not supposed to talk about."

"The wendigo?"

Keith huffed out a breath.
"Yeah, that one."

"You're afraid of the wendigo?"
Lance asked, glancing across the flames to make sure Soup was still rolling in the dirt happily. The cat was a muddy mess, thanks to Keith a encouragements. Lance looked back at Keith who was clearly avoiding his gaze.

"No, just...I don't think it's real. It's just...creepy."

"Don't worry Keef, the Wendigo only appears if you say it's name a lot.

"Which you are doing."

"Worried?"

Keith crossed his arms and defiantly met Lance's eyes.
"No. I don't believe in it."

"But you aren't saying it's name."

Keith flailed his arms out, quickly becoming as animated as Lance usually was.
"So? I don't believe in Jesus either, doesn't mean I'm going to go around cursing his name.-"
Keith poked Lance's chest with each word.
"-Because you never, fucking, know!"

"Pfft, riiiight. And you don't believe in Jesus?"

I've never met him."

"Never met bigfoot either."

"Look, I'm not saying Jesus or bigfoot are or are not real. But I am saying, I don't want to fuck around and find out!"

Lance smiled.
"You sure? Cause boy do I have a book for you."

"God no."

"Who?"

"Jesus Lance, just shut up and open the fucking chocolate bar so we can make smores like you wanted."

Lance chuckled and did as Keith asked. Opening the chocolate bar, and setting in on the graham crackers on the log. Keith tire open a bag of marshmallows, and began impaling them with the two sticks, putting three on each, and handing one stick to Lance.