Tripping on Trooms {yandere heathers x gn(ish)!reader)

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[HELLO...]

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     "That was the most entertaining shit I've seen in a while." Heather Chandler said. "It was quite scary if you ask me." You said. "Yeah. That's just because you're a wuss." 

     You paused and looked at her. "Am I a wuss?" She hesitated. "Would you hate me if I told you the truth?" She asked. You nodded with a slight raised eye brow. "Then yes." "Flip you."

      Ignoring the dead demon walking alongside you, you just kept walking to the movie theater. Why? You had a 'date' with some of your 'friends' You had no idea if Veronica was going to be there. 

      You were going to only hope she was. As you had known her longer, and had more trust and faith in her, than you did anyone else in that little theater.

    "Hey girl!" You shifted uncomfortably as you saw both Heather's entering your view, as you continued to ignore the blonde, annoying and ruthless bitch walking next to you.

      "Yolo." You said making a rock and roll gesture. Heather Macnamra just covered her obnoxious giggle, making you cringe, not noticeably of course. If you did, then well... may your death be as painless as it could possibly be. 

     Because with Heather Chandler gone, you had heard that Heather Duke was on a rampage. 'Fixing' everything she could. If anything, she just made it worse.

      You never thought you would say this, but you kinda of miss it when Heather Chandler was alive. But due to your stubbornness, you would never admit it. 

      Grinning to yourself as you listened to Heather Chandler absolutely destroy those two girls was a blast, at least on her end. It kinda sucked. Especially since that negativity was starting to rub off onto you.

     "So who's paying?" Heather Duke giggled. "Straight to the point, are we?" You nodded slightly, with an unsure look. "Yeah. I guess so." "I will." Heather Macnamara said.

     Heather Duke gave her a forced smile. "Not gonna lie you two..." You trailed off, seeing their stern and harsh gazes. "You two were drunk when you called me about the movie thing, weren't you?" You asked.

      They laughed nervously. "You were. Weren't you?" You asked again. Heather Macnamara only deflated. "Y/n I'm sorry-" She was stopped. "And yet you still made time to pretend like to you weren't drunk. Respect." You muttered.

      But the two girls had managed to hear it. They smiled a little bit. "So what're we seeing this lovely day?" You asked in a fake British accent. "I was thinking...Phantom of the Opera?" Heather Macnamara said.

     Heather Duke rolled her eyes. "Boooorrring!" Her tone matched Kurt and Ram's. That freaked you out a little. But you just need to relax. You were just overreacting. Weren't you?

      You went to hang out and relax. So why were you getting over whelmed? It was just a harmless little movie. What could go wrong? 

      Heather Macnamara eventually ended up begging Heather Duke to let them see Phantom of the Opera. Which Heather Duke sourly complied with. "Look, if we're gonna see this stupid thing, then you're buying." 

      She only rose an eyebrow. "I already told you that I was buying." She said grumpily. "Are you stupid or something?" She added. 

      You eventually found yourself tuning them out. "Earth to Y/n!" Heather Chandler said as she snapped her fingers directly in front of your face. "Hey." You quietly mustered out. "You don't look so hot." She said. "Ouch."

     Her face deflated. "Oi. Don't beat yourself up. That's my job." You sneered at her. "I can do what I want. You aren't my mom." She smirked. "I can be your mo-" You quickly covered your ears to prevent any other innocence loss that may occur.

     "Y/n?" Heather Duke called out. You sweat dropped. "Y-yeah?" "You alright?" You nodded quickly. "Sorry." She rolled her eyes. "We're ready to go loser. C'mon." 

     You quickly chased after you. "Y/n, you're not alright! You're gonna snap soon, I know it!" You couldn't comprehend what Heather's tone was.

     It was either caring or mocking. And you weren't sure you liked either of those. They just didn't suit her. Aside from the mocking tone. Her name, appearance and her past reputation speaks for itself.

      Throughout the entire play, you felt yourself nervous. You felt anxious to leave. You felt the sanity physically leave you. Heather Chandler sensed it.

      Which is why she called out to you. But she herself felt sick to her stomach doing that. Which made her wonder. What was her goal? Why was she so keen on trying to get your attention?

     Why weren't you another stepping stool for her to greatness? Why did she care about you so god damn much? 

     All of those were questions she herself couldn't answer.

      She looked over to you for a spilt second, you were currently smiling an unstable smile while you watched a story being played out in front of you. 

     And she didn't think she wanted to answer them.