Dedicated to a dear friend. :)
You are a first year student in the Heartslabyul dorm.
You and your bestie Ace walked down the hallways of Night Raven College, on your way to the first class of the day.
"Bestie, I wish I had a signature spell." Ace groaned.
"Your time will come, bestie." You reassured him. Most Night Raven freshman didn't know what their signature spell was yet, anyway.
"Yeah but... I wish it could come sooner." Ace muttered. He huffed and walked faster.
What's up with him? You thought.
--- Later in the day
"You guys are both late." Riddle hissed, tapping his watch as he watched you and Ace shuffle through the bushes.
"Sorry." You and Ace both murmured in unison. It was time for the dorm's daily tea party.
"Whatever." Riddle said. "Just sit." He gestured towards two empty seats on the long table. All of the dorm members paused and glared menacingly.
You saw Ace roll his eyes and cross his arms.
"Seriously? Why do you care so much about the time. We were only 20 seconds late." Ace leaned on the chair, but refused to sit down.
"What. Did. You. Say?" Riddle glanced upwards, giving Ace the stare of death.
"Hey dude, L-O-L. You're just joking, right? You need to #chillax." Cater spoke in a playful tone, although you could see him twitch with anxiety.
"Hey, hey, it's alright guys. Ace, just sit." Trey put his hand on Ace's shoulder, which he promptly swatted away.
"UGH. LIFE SUCKS." Ace declared before plopping his badonkydonk onto the chair. He grabbed a pot of tea and poured it straight into his mouth.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? @#$*U*#@*)(@#$)@#" Riddle screamed. His face started heating up.
"HEY, ACE, CHILL." You said frantically. You knew that he was already in a bad mood, but you didn't think he'd take it this far. At Riddle's tea party, especially.
"I'm just..." Ace's eyes teared up, from both the hot tea and his emotions. "I WISH I HAD A SIGNATURE SPELL, WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Your heart ached a for a brief second, feeling pity, but then you quickly realized the unnecessary chaos he had caused.
"ACE. STOP. THIS ISN'T YOU." You said, slamming your hands on the table. "YOU NEED TO STOP RIGHT NOW."
Riddle had frozen, his face a radiant shade of blood red.
"Oh gosh, the only thing that would fix this is if we had a 100 strawberry tarts..." Trey started to hyperventilate. "Oh gosh, oh gosh.."
"HE'S GOING TO TOTES OVERBLOT IF Y'ALL DON'T #STOP!" Cater hollered.
Ace continued to whine and scream. He slid his arms across the table, knocking over each and every single tea pot. Tea splashed everywhere, including onto Riddle's face. Hot. Tea.
"Off..." Riddle parted his lips. "Off...with..."
"#STOP #STOP #STOP #STOP #ACE #STOP #HE'S #GOING #TO #OVERBLOT!" Cater grabbed his orange locks in agony.
"The audacity of you to put that many hashtags..." You whispered under your breath. But that was the least of your problems.
"I JUST WANNA SIGNATURE SPELLLLLLLL!!!!!" Ace whined.
There was only one thing left to do.
"Deuce, do your thing!" You said, glaring at the clueless freshman.
"WHAT? Me...?"
"JUST DO IT." You demanded.
"Okay...." Deuce responded shakily.
With the flick of his hand, a cauldron dropped from the sky and landed on Ace's screaming head.
"Whew." You wiped a drop of sweat on your forehead. "Nice work."
"Um...." Deuce pointed at the cauldron. "Where's Ace...?"
The whole table went quiet.
"He's not in the cauldron?" You asked.
There was nothing there. Just the cauldron on the seat.
"This is bad. Really bad." Trey wiped his glasses to make sure he was seeing things right.
Riddle was still frozen in shock.
"I think he's entered a #coma..." Cater said, looking at Riddle.
"DON'T PUT A HASTAG IN FRONT OF EVERY WORD YOU SAY FOR GOODNESS SAKE-" You wanted to scream. But you didn't.
"Um... What should we do?" Deuce inched towards the cauldron apprehensively. "Like, is he gone.. or??"
"DUDE. ITS YOUR CAULDRON."
"Well yeah... but..."
"LET'S JUST LIFT THE CAULDRON." You trembled in anger. This was all Ace's fault. Now, he could be dead.
Slowly, you walked towards the cauldron. You placed your hands on the sides and lifted it up with ease.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"WAIT." Your heart stopped for a moment. "There's something inside."
"Is that... a strawberry tart?" Deuce said.
Riddle's ears perked up.
"GUYS, Riddle looks like he's about to explode. Give it to him. NOW." Trey demanded.
"Off... off..." Riddle was still trembling. His eyes were wide open in terror.
"Shh... it's okay, Riddle." Trey pushed the strawberry tart into his mouth. "It'll be okay. You won't need to cut off anyone's heads."
The color drained from Riddle's face. Not a hint of a bright red hue was present in his cheeks.
"Delicious!!" Riddle said as he smiled in bliss. "What a wonderful strawberry tart! Now, where were we? Let's continue the party!"
"GUYS. GUYS." You said. 'That strawberry tart...."
"What. Is. It?" Riddle's cheeks began to fill with red again.
"Shhh.. Y/n.. STOP STOP..." Trey grimaced.
"No.. It's just that..' You sighed. "That strawberry tart.... could be Ace."
Riddle gulped the last bit of his snack.
"Hey Riddle.... What's... that behind you?" Cater trembled, pointing at Riddle.
A cluster of red was visible at the back of Riddle's neck.
"That looks like... hair..." You added.
Riddle's eyes widened once more. "What are you guys saying?" He whipped his head around... revealing a horrifying image.
"What's up, guys! Sorry for the scene I made earlier." A familiar voice echoed.
Ace's head was firmly plastered onto Riddle's back.
They shared one body.
"#Coinjoinedtwins...?" Cater snapped a photo.
--- Later
You woke up, panting. You felt the soft mattress underneath you and the cool temperature of the Heartslabyul dorm.
"Whew. It was all a dream." You said.
"It wasn't."
You turned around to see Riddle AND Ace. They walked towards you. Each of their footsteps produced a thundering rattle.
"This is all your fault... And you're going to pay."
You looked in the mirror. Your body had morphed into a horrific, flaky brown crust, and your insides were oozing with translucent pink liquid. Your head was a strawberry.
