Heathers The Musical One Shot

Heather sat at her throne-like chair in the cafeteria surrounded by her entourage whom anybody could guess, was Heather... And Heather. Stacks upon stacks of boxes adorned the table in front of them, piles and piles of gifts given to the trio, given as offerings as the ancient Greeks would do to appease their gods, although not even the darkest of gods was quite as evil as Heather Chandler was.

"Pathetic..." She tossed her most recently opened gift to the side, it seemed like she had developed some sort of acceptable to trash system, it would appear that the hair dryer had made its way into the trash pile.

"You!" Chandler pointed at you from across the cafeteria and yelled in her... Recognisable manner. "Where is your gift? I know you're new but that doesn't give you the excuse to dare to come into my cafeteria empty handed." Duke and McNamara both crossed their arms and shot a look at you that you had only seen on nature documentaries when lionesses spotted a wounded gazelle.

"I am so sorry my highness, how dare I forget your present, I hope I haven't upset you too much, please have mercy on me!"

"Once more with less sarcasm." The terrible trio did not look too impressed, Chandlers nostrils began to flare and the other two stared so intently that you weren't sure if you had broken them or not, yet you could not help but smirk. "Listen here bitch, you might not understand the rules here, I'm boss. I ask for a present, I get a present. You hear me?"

"I hear you, I just honestly don't care, can I eat my tater-tots in piece now please?" The crispy potato squares were begging to cool and congeal which you were not just going to sit and let happen.

"You have fifteen minutes, or I swear to god I will make your entire school life will be a living hell. Stop thinking you're some tough shit just because you're new and look edgy."

"Well in that case, I suppose I had better get you a present, I would hate to get on your bad side." The three Heathers all looked at each other with pride a sense of achievement. You reached in your pocket and ruffled around for a few seconds before pulling out nothing but an extended middle finger. A shockwave of gasps echoed around the room before it went completely silent.

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Written by Aaron.