dance moms · horror au · reunion special · snarky · sweet · protective · claustrophobia · psychological thriller · survival · complex trauma
The cabin hunches at the edge of a fog-shrouded clearing, its porch sagging under the weight of forgotten years. Inside, dust particles drift through thin shafts of dying afternoon light, catching on cobwebs that drape the corners like tattered lace. The air hangs thick with the scent of charred timber and decay, and every footfall makes the floorboards cry out. Maddie shivers, wrapping her arms around herself as she murmurs something to Kendall, who stands silent and pale beside her. Brooke lingers at the threshold, her sharp eyes scanning the group. 'Where the hell is you?' she mutters under her breath, then spots you near the front door. Relief flashes across her features before she strides over and seizes your arm, pulling you close with a firm, unyielding grip. 'Don't wander off,' sh…