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The light from the screen was blinding, causing a couple of people to shield thir eyes. Chandler didn't dare to even blink and kept her eyes glued to the screen. It was filled with static that looked just like a snowstorm. Chandler had seen that screen many times but for some reason...it felt brand new. Called J'amais vu, wasn't it?
If fiddled with the remote and pushed a couple of buttons, causing the screen to go blank.
"Ladies And Gentlemen, I present to you: Heathers the musical" JD bellowed, "That's right, in this parallel universe timeline thing, it's not only messed up, but it's a musical!"
"Hey, freak, quit being cryptic and tell us what the fuck you're talking about?" Kurt yelled, causing Ram to nod in agreement.
Kurt knew the word cryptic and used it correctly? Chandler was impressed. Although, that was hardly important right now.
"Well where's the fun in that?". JD let out an ominous cackle, "but I will begin shortly, don't you worry your little cotton socks,"
He cleared his throat and the whole room's attention was devoted to him. "Now, before we begin, I just want to let you know that I'm not the only person aware of this strange musical timeline, there is someone else! There is Veronica Sawyer, who lived through all of that and then came to this timeline. Thats right, time travel, folks! She's been desperately trying to make up for her mistakes in the original timeline, well, she was. Now she seems more interested in sucking Chandler's face off, but oh well,"
Veronica had been time-travelling this entire time? So she'd been aware of this timeline that was apparently really shitty, and then she came to this timeline, and she's trying to "make up for her mistakes"? What the fuck? Chandler glanced over to Veronica, who had tears streaming down her face, and frowned. Veronica seemed so...trustworthy and real. She was unlike all the other fakes Chandler had met, yet she'd been lying this whole time? This bullshit, this is such bullshit. Chandler's breathing became shallow and she put her head in her hands.
A loud noise made her startle. She looked up to see that the noise had come from the screen. JD was sitting down and watching the screen intently with a wicked grin and a devilish look in his eyes. The screen was dark, but Chandler could just make out a figure, stood directly in the centre. The lights came on and the figure was revealed to be Veronica, but pre-Heathers Veronica.
"September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary"
The music began. So this really was a musical, huh? The familiar students of Westerberg High School filled in around her and spouted abuse at eachother as Veronica sang about her woes. Chandler frowned. This was exactly the same as this timeline, wasn't it?
The Heathers entered, Veronica called Chandler a mythic bitch.
That was fair enough, Chandler thought.
Veronica joined the Hetahers blah blah blah. This was literally identical to this timeline, what was JD on about?
And then it happened, the first change. Chandler asked Veronica to write a letter to Martha and was pretty much bullying her about it. They called Veronica a loser and peer pressured her into doing it. It made Chandler sick to the stomach.
She did used to act like that.
And then JD was introduced, telling Veronica that her soul was tainted likt the sad emo fuck he is.
Suddnely, JD pulled out his gun and shot Kurt and Ram. They were only blanks, but the real Kurt and Ram looked just as petrified as the Kurt and Ram on screen. For some reason, Veronica looked practically in love with JD, singing about how she wanted him to fight for her.
Ok this was very different now.
Veronica was practically curled up in a ball and refused to look at the screen. Chandler felt the same, but couldn't seem to tear her eyes away.
Then there was another song, an upbeat one, about the Remington party. Veronica got extremely drunk, Chandler got quite drunk, but there was no Dan. There was no Veronica protecting Chandler. There was only Chandler and Veronica getting into a huge fight and Chandler forcing Veronica out of the clique and ruining her reputation.
Why? Why did she do that? Veronica was absolutely right to protect Martha, why was Chandler hurt? Shit, this is a disaster. This has to be the worst thing that happens, surely.
She was wrong. She was so wrong. The absolute worst thing yet occured when Veronica began to sing and entered He's bedroom. They slept together, they fucking slept together. The whole room gasped at that and Chandler practcally crumpled. Veronica on the screen seemed to be really enjoying it as well. Real veronica had lived through that? She had experienced that? She had fucked JD?
Chandler managed to stop looking. She stared at the ground, wishing it would swallow her hole. A voice snapped her from her thoughts. JD.
"Oh Chandler, you're gonna wanna see this bit,"
Chandler highly doubted that but looked up anyway.
JD was handing Veronica a cup. Veronica walked off and JD looked in another cup. He started saying something, and then stopped.
"You knew?" Real Veronica choked, "you knew that was the wrong cup? It wasn't an accident?"
Real JD stayed silent and gestured towards the screen.
Chandler watched. It was her. In her bedroom. Veronica and JD were now full clothed, thank God, and they were watching Chandler. She took a sip from the cup. What was so important about this? Nothing was happening-
She choked and fell, smashing through the glass table and sending shards everywhere. She lay deathly still. Veronica screamed and checked her pulse, whilst JD stared. Just stared.
Real Chandler went numb. She...did she just die?
The whole rest of the story felt like a blur. They killed Kurt and Ram, Mac tried to kill herself, Martha tried to kill herself, Veronica faked her suicide, and then JD killed himself.
Chandler didn't care about any of that. Maybe that was a little selfish, but come on, she'd just watched herself die. Her own girlfriend and her worst enemy killed her.
...
fuck
JD turned off the screen.
"Well...that was interesting wasn't it? Personally I think me and Veronica make a fantastic couple," he grinned.
He made his way over to Veronica and carefully untied her. She launched herself out of the seat and raced out of the door. JD grinned maniacally and slouched back into his seat.
Without thinking, Chandler ran after Veronica, not taking a single look back. Those idiots could deal with JD, Chandler had to deal with Veronica.
Her lungs were burning as she legend it through the dark streets. There was no sign of Veronica until suddenly she spotted her, back against a wall. She carefully made her way to the girl In blue. Veronica heard Chandler and frowned at her.
"Stay away," she mumbled, "I know you're gonna hurt me,"
Chandler frowned, "why would I hurt you?"
Veronica scoffed and shook her head. "Because I killed you, obviously. I'm really sorry about that by the way, I didn't know-"
"Veronica," Chandler began firmly, cutting Veronica off, "can I tell you something?"
Veronica agave a small nod. Chandler cleared her throat.
"You may have killed me but actually, I was most angry about the whole *Dead Girl Walking* scene,"
Veronica gazed at her, frowning. "you...you were?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah," Chandler confirmed, "do you know why? Because it hurt to see you with someone else. I...I love you, Veronica Sawyer,"
Veronica's eyes widened and she pulled away from the wall. She stood, facing Chandler, her arms limp. She opened her mouth, paused, and then launched forward. She wrapped her arms around Chandler and kissed her. Chandler kissed back and placed her arms on Veronica's waist. They carried this on for a short while, swaying slightly. Eventually they broke apart and the Veronica's eyes were sparkling once more.
"I love you too, by the way," Veronica whispered, the brightest smile on her face.
"I should hope so," Chandler said, chuckling and hugging Veronica tightly.
"And you're not mad about the other timeline?" Veronica asked solemnly.
Chandler sighed, "Veronica, you went through all the pain and torment, and you still tried to make things better. I bullied you relentlessly, yet when you got another chance, you still treated me so well. I don't deserve you. So no, I'm not mad,"
They kissed again, both smiling like the dumb idiots they were.
The sun was beginning to rise on Sherwood, Ohio. It mad even the darkest alleyways look beautiful. The birds were singing, the streets were bustling, and Veronica felt happy.
"Everything will be ok," Veronica thought.
Everything will be ok.
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THE END