CHAPTER SEVENTEEN scream queens, scene seventeen "chainsaw/drop dead gorgeous"
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"YOU'RE GOING to become the new Chanel #4." Chanel's eager voice echoed throughout her closet, as she stood across from a confused Abby. "What?" Abby spoke confused.
"The only way I can get Chad back, is if I transform some of you whores into my new minions, and I was running out." She explained, shrugging with a smile. Abby thought it over, before nodding with a smirk.
"I'm in." Chanel smiled and clapped her hands eagerly, "Fantastic. Wait right here, I'm going to go and fetch a few things before we start." Abby nodded with a smile, Chanel grinned and left.
Abby smirked as she stared at herself in the mirror. Since murdering Aaron Cohen, she had felt herself become a much stronger and confident person.
Though it was only merely yesterday that she committed the felony, she knew in her heart that she was a better person due to what she did. And now, with Chanel planning to make her into the new Chanel #4, her plan got better.
Becoming a Chanel would help bring her closer to the heads of Kappa, and make her plan for revenge that much easier.
She was startled by the sound of the closet doors opening, she looked down to see Hester entering the closet in awe. She immediately started to touch everything, place on Chanel's scarfs and hat, admiring herself in the mirror.
Abby stood against the railing as she watched the unusual girl rifle through the closet, Chanel soon re-appeared beside her. The two shared a look, before Hester turned around, finally spotting them.
She immediately threw of the clothing as Chanel started to make her way down the stairs, Abby not far behind her. "This closet is the most precious thing in my life. It's like a second vagina to me. So, you sneaking in here and rifling through my clothes is a heinous violation.
Chanel and Abby reached the bottom floor, both looking at Hester, who stared at them wide eyed. "You have violated my closet-vag." Chanel glared at her.
"Is it true Karl Lagerfeld is your uncle and he restocks this closet every year?" Hester immediately asked, looking at Chanel in admiration. Chanel tilted her head with a small smile, "Well, he's not really my uncle. I just call him Uncle Karl because he's so close to my parents."
Abby stood beside them, smiling slightly as Hester stared at Chanel while she spoke. "My mother was one of the first Americans ever to wear his surprise skirt. She was 7. I even have one of Choupette's in vitro kittens."
"Who's Choupette?" Hester asked, looking around. "His sacré de birmanie cat, of course. She has 46,000 followers on Twitter, and two nannies. Luckiest pussy in the world." Chanel explained with a simple shrug and smirk.
Hester leant towards Chanel, "Please, Mommy, please tell me everything?" Abby looked at Hester confused, "Mommy?" She then turned to Chanel in question.
"It's weird, I know. But I just go with it." Abby nodded confusingly at Chanel, before looking at Hester with a small smile. Chanel then began to tell the two of them everything.
"Uncle Karl comes in every fall with trunks full of clothes for me to try on. I keep what he likes." She told them. "And what do you do with the clothes from last year?" Hester immediately asked.
"Burn them." Abby and Hester looked at her in shock. "I once thought about donating them to charity, but there is something so depressing about a poor person walking around in couture. It's like, 'Sorry, but that Lanvin sweater is not appropriate for your job at Roy Rogers, welfare queen.'"
Hester leant closer to Chanel, "Growing up, all I wanted to be was a fashion girl. And then tragedy struck!" Abby tilted her head in confusion, "Is that how you got in that hellacious neck brace? Was there an accident?"
Hester shook her head, "No. Severe scoliosis. It stunted my growth." She leant closer to Chanel again, "But you're my size." She whispered with a smile. Chanel eyed her up and down, "Maybe on a bloaty day."
Abby suddenly had an idea pop into her mind, she leant towards Chanel and whispered into her ear. Chanel widened her eyes, immediately agreeing. "Oh my god. This is perfect." Abby grinned successfully.
"Chad broke up with me 'cause he said this house is full of losers. But if I fix you up a bit, along with Abby, there'll be two less disasters under this roof. I will totally look like someone nice." Chanel enthusiastically exclaimed.
Hester nodded eagerly, and Abby smiled proudly as she placed her hands on her hips, "Absolutely, Chanel. You already know I'm in." Chanel smiled, turning to Hester, "I'm gonna make you over."
Hester gasped, "Thank you. Thank you, Mommy. Thank you!" She smiled brightly. Chanel then eyed her neck brace off, "But first...I'm gonna need some pliers." Chanel clapped her hands together.
Hester and Abby shared excited looks, both of them smirking as Chanel dragged them around her closet, her project of turning them into Chanel's coming together.
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"BITCHES, gather around." Chanel's voice called out, as everyone else except Chanel, Abby and Hester, sat around in the lounge. Everyone looked up, and Chanel #5's eyes went wide, "Holy mother of god, what is this?"
Hester and Abby followed Chanel down the staircase, the both of them completely looking different. They had officially been turned into drop dead gorgeous Chanel's.
Hester was dressed in a baby pink knee length dress, along with matching jewellery and silver heels. Abby was dressed in a baby blue bra top, along with matching flare pants and red heels.
The girls looked at them in shock as they made their way towards them, both of them smiling as Chanel smirked proudly. "Bitches, I'd like you to meet our new Chanel #4, and Chanel #6."
Chanel #5 stood up angrily, "No way! No freaking way! You can't make a pledge a Chanel, let alone two!" She shouted, Chanel rolled her eyes, "What do you want me to do? Two Chanel's are dead. I need Chanel's, and I'm running out of minions."
"Abby, you look...beautiful." Zayday said to her, Abby smiled at her gratefully, "I feel beautiful." Grace looked at Hester, "Hester, you took your neck brace off, and you look um...amazing."
"My muscles have atrophied, and the pain from not wearing my brace has me on the verge of passing out, but I've never been happier in my whole life! Chanel says I can hold her hair back now on purge nights." Hester exclaimed, mouthing yes excitedly.
"This will not stand!" Chanel #5 shouted, glaring at the three of them, "You don't have any respect for any of us or the rules of this house. You don't deserve to be president." Chanel death stared her.
"She does have a point." Zayday added, earning herself a wink from Abby. Chanel rolled her eyes, "Okay, pledges, line up for tonight's festivities. We're going to play a game called 'Cocaine or Dildo'."
"Oh!" They all turned at the sound of a voice. There stood Dean Munsch and Gigi, holding suitcases. "That sounds fun, but also kind of like hazing, and illegal in, like, six different ways."
"But, I brought Trivial Pursuit: 90s edition." Gigi added excitedly. Chanel scoffed, "Sounds boffo, but we're having a house only night tonight." Dean Munsch and Gigi shrugged, "Okay, works for us.
The girls looked at each other confused. "You see, because we're moving in to keep an eye on you girls for the rest of the week." The girls shared concerned looks, and Abby took a shaky breath. They were screwed.
