The Worst Girls Since Eve (bmc we know the devil AU)

1-2am

Selected — [BROOKE] + Christine !

Two rounds of Rock Paper Scissors later, Chloe begrudgingly left the cabin to go get the wire. "I hope I never return." She mumbled as she exited.

[BROOKE] turned to Christine, and then back to the radios. "This is all so stupid. Why won't the others just come and help?"

Christine shrugged as she continued to just watch [BROOKE]. "I don't know. Maybe they think we're smart enough to do it on our own?"

The blonde shook his head. "I hate this. I hate that we're always being treated like the scapegoats of the camp." she mumbled and sat crisscross on the floor now.

The black haired girl watched, blinking a few times as she thought of something to say. "I mean.. that can't be it, right?"

"It totally is." [BROOKE] laughed bitterly as he continued too examine the radio. "If we were Group North or something, they would totally be helping us right now. They all act like real teams who care about each other and get crystodyne diodes and transformation sequences!"

Christine sat on her knees near [BROOKE]. "We could probably get all of that to!" she offered a comforting smile, the best she could muster. "We just have to—"

"What?" The taller one interrupted, facing Christine again. "We just have to what? 'Try harder?'" He used one hand to do air quotations and then looked regretful of sounding rude. "I don't.. I just.." 

"It doesn't hurt to try."

"Not everyone in the other groups tried that hard at all. You can't tell me any of them have tried as hard as you, Christine." At this point, [BROOKE] had almost entirely stopped paying attention to the radios. 

"Well.." Christine looked at the wooden floor and rubbed one of her own arms awkwardly. [BROOKE] continued.

"It could be true. But if at least one person—" [BROOKE] put up a finger for dramatic effect "—who didn't try as hard as you got more than you, you have to say it isn't fair."

Christine sighed. "You're not going to budge on this, are you?" She asked 

"Doesn't it feel unfair to you?" [BROOKE] asked as she put her hand back down. 

"This is reality. Life isn't fair."

"Reality on purpose. It is a reality that's someone else's fault." [BROOKE] argued. "When someone rigs it from the start and then goes 'oh just try your best,' doesn't it make you mad? Come on, doesn't it make you feel so, so, so mad? Like you should never try at anything again?"

"... you know, you're hard to figure out sometimes, [BROOKE]." Christine shifted to now be sitting with her butt on the floor and hugging onto her knees. "On occasion, even harder than Chloe."

[BROOKE] was calming down a bit. "You think so?"

"I guess for me, I just put in the minimum all the time and try to get along fine. It seems to work."

"Does it work?"

Christine paused. "I guess compared to nothing, yeah." 

"I wish I knew what everyone wanted from us— from me— more than just me fixing these radios." [BROOKE] then turned to the window and looked blank, seeming to forget what she was previously about to say. "Did you see that?"

Christine scooted forward a bit to try and see whatever [BROOKE] was looking at. "I can't see anything."

"It's another light." He started to get up. "It's so bright."

"[BROOKE], stop." Christine warned and also got up.

"I just want to see it."

"[BROOKE]. There is no light." Christine said sternly.

Silence.

"Okay."

"It's done." [BROOKE] said a while later when Chloe returned with the wire, having fixed the radio the best she could. "Should we tune into God? Or maybe Eric first.."

"We could—"

"Just do whatever." Chloe interrupted, arms crossed. "Calling will just make it worse. It always does. They always say to call, but then all it does is make the devil actually come!"

The three put their radios in a circle and hold on to a length of the copper wire. "We don't really have to pray." Chloe then added.

"I'm so used to it at this point." Christine responded, [BROOKE] nodding in agreement.

"Just saying."

They held hands as they looked for the signal. All that had to do was find God's signal. 

God's signal was 109.8FM, and he was different from the devil, which just made it all the easier. 

The devil, on the other, always had a different frequency, never lingering on the same one for long. Some could hear him while changing the channels on accident.

By the time they found God, he had already been talking. He doesn't ever care though, he just always wanted attentiveness. 

That's when the new voice came. "Hello there."

Christine could feel her body freeze up. The devil's voice sounded like smoke and honey, and the other two seemed to freeze at the sound of it too.

"Oh, darling," the devil continued "I miss you. I have always missed you, and I can still remember what your faces were like. I have missed them since the day you were born. Please, come back to me. I know I can't offer you much.  The bodies I can give you are weak, and the stories I can tell you are impossible. 

My world is even more precarious than this one. But please come back. It hurts so much to see you like this. So unhappy in those bodies of yours.. stricken by those stories.. forced to live in so much pain.. I can't even some save you. But I can promise one thing. There is room for three in my world..."

The three campers then looked at each other as the devil finished "... and only two in his."