cold, dark, and (almost) alone.

-After getting locked in the basement of Mrs. Miranda, Mae and Bea fail to fix the furnace and are forced to spend the night in the cold, dark, generally eerie lower floor. They talk about growing up, facing challenges, and being alone. Maybe this heart to heart is what they needed all along...-

[based on level 'house call']
This is a rewrite/re-imagining of this level from Night In The Woods.

Side note: I personally write Mae as using they/them pronouns, it's just a headcanon of mine. If you have a problem with it, feel free to insert your own pronouns while reading.

This is my first NITW fanfic, as well as my first fanfic ever. I haven't written in a very long time, so expect a few errors, plotholes, or inconsistencies.

Cover art from remulle on tumblr. (https://re-mu-lle.tumblr.com/)

Big thanks to CosmicCove (@Gamergirlexe87) for proofreading, go check them out!

As always, thank you so so much for taking the time to read this far into the description, as well as reading this story.

Love y'all
- moth (she/xir)