Stuck in Heaven

Chapter Three: Which Witch?

SPOILER WARNING: THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS BASICALLY ONE BIG NT2 REFERENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Henry pulled into the diner. This still didn't feel real. Megs was outside Miss Retro's. Not just some pop-up fan event either. The real thing. They sighed shakily. God, Killer Track had hurt them... but they did love this place. If they were about to meet Holloway, would they also meet Duke? Because those two were probably their favourite duo. Honestly, they wouldn't have half minded being dropped off at Duke's place. But Webby was likely right. They were a busy pair, plus... they'd have to forget Holloway after two years. That would hurt. 

"This is it... did Starkid have this diner?" Henry asked. 

"They had more than just the diner. We have quite a bit of Holloway lore." Megs admitted. 

"What?" Henry blinked.

"She's not what she seems." Megs told him. "That's... there's more that even we as fans don't know. I have ideas about her. I... if it's me seeing things again, I might be the only person who truly knows who she is. She'll probably be able to sit a second and talk about it."

"Oh, I don't want to take up too much of her time." Henry bit  his lip. 

"I guarantee you she'll make time. More for me than you, but still..." Megs sighed. 

"I know she's a witch." Henry clarified. 

"Oh, I figured based on what Webby said that you did." Megs nodded. "There's even more."

"I suppose we should go in... enjoy ourselves, of course, but... see what she says, since you seem to think she'll have some sort of insight on your situation." Henry sighed. 

They nodded and followed Henry into the diner. God, why was Megs so nervous. Probably because of their crush on her. Megs also had an affinity for all things 80s, and... Holloway was really pretty. But she was also Duke's. Megs loved them. There wasn't a couple they shipped more. It was one of those situations where you simultaneously thought someone was hot but also wanted them to be your parent? All this to say Megs really wanted Miss Holloway to like them. They took a seat across from henry at one of the booths, bouncing their legs, until they saw her...

Vivian Holloway. Or at least that's what Megs thought her name was. It was seeming Megs' ideas were pretty accurate, and they hoped that was true of this. The name really suited her. As stunning as she seemed in Nightmare Time. When they said her uniform was electric blue... they meant it. And the hair... the hair was kinda giving Megs some gender envy. God, she was perfect. Megs really understood why everyone in town seemed to love her. They were already under her spell. Although they weren't sure if Holloway was actually casting a spell or whether she was just pretty and nice. Probably the latter. Megs couldn't help but stare. How was any of this real? How were they actually... there? Holloway caught their eye, smirking, before her smile faltered slightly. Megs blinked. Shit, had they...

Right. No, that was intentional. Perhaps not the best first impression they could have made, wearing Wiley's clothes- her clothes. Considering their hostile relationship. But boy, had it gotten her attention. Maybe not in the right way, though. Oh god, had they fucked that up? They looked down nervously. Yes, fantastic idea, Megs! Wear the clothes her enemy stole off of her dead body as a battle trophy! God, they hadn't thought that through in the slightest, and Holloway was going to think they were evil. They sighed. Miss Holloway walked over. 

"Henry... and you brought a new friend!" She put a smile back on. "Love the denim on you, hon! It... suits you."

"Vivian, this is Megs." Henry introduced. "They're new to Hatchetfield. I think you two might have some things to talk about."