A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Heathers!Grumps Act 1

Synopsis: I thought I'd do a fic based on my current favorite musical, Heathers the Musical. Dan is recruited by the most popular clique in school: The Grumps. His life goes from shitty to even shittier when he meets Brian, a professor with a bleak outlook on life that convinces him to kill anyone who gets in his way. I wanted to do more musical AUs and here's a great place to start. Trigger warnings: murder, mentioned eating disorders, homophobia

Dan tried his best to blend into the background. After all, that's how you survived the toxic jungle that is high school. He held on tight to his notebook and guitar, praying that he wouldn't get bullied. He just had to survive the rest of the school year. These days, he could only confide in Vernon, who he was seeing less and less of every day as the bullying got more vicious.

Dan ducked into the bathroom, seeking solace from the cesspool that was the rest of the senior class.

"Grow up, Ross, bulimia is so '87," Arin groaned, rolling his eyes as Ross threw up into the toilet in the stall next to Dan's.

"You should probably see a doctor," Barry suggested, performing his daily custom of kneeling next to the toilet to make sure Ross wasn't dying.

They hardly noticed Dan as he took a breath, locking himself in one of the stalls. Part of him was still mesmerized. He was sitting in the same room as the Grumps and that was fucking existential and damn near an out-of-body experience. For context, everyone in the entire school was either dying to be a Grump, fuck one, or kill one. They were the most ruthless clique, eager to cut down anyone who had the nerve to let the guard slip for even a second.

There's Barry Kramer. No one really knows why he hangs out with Arin and Ross considering how sweet and cheerful he is. Head cheerleader. He wears cute as fuck Hanukkah sweaters.

Ross O' Donovan: grade A douche bag. Likes being popular to compensate for being an asshole with a forgettable personality. Actually sweet if you care to dig through layers of sarcasm and sadism.

And then there's Arin Hanson, the almighty. He is a mythic bitch.

Dan held his breath as he heard some teacher hassle them about being out of class without a hall pass. He began scribbling something in his notebook, listening carefully.

"Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting," the teacher grumbled. "You're all late for class. Week's detention-"

"Actually," Dan cut in, trying really hard to open the stall door in a hurry. "All four of us are out on a hall pass...for...Yearbook Committee?" He continued, holding out a slip of paper.

The teacher nodded as he looked over the note and gave a resigned sigh.

"Well, it seems you're all listed here. Hurry up and get where you're going, alright?"

Dan waved sheepishly and gave a short "will do" as Arin snatched the note from his hands.

"This is an excellent forgery. Who are you, anyway?" Arin demanded, looking Dan over.

"Y-yeah...uh, hi," Dan said quietly, holding out his hand. "I'm Dan...Avidan. Um...I crave a boon."

"What boon?"

"Can I sit at your lunch table? It doesn't even have to be for long, y'know, I can grab my food, sit down for ten minutes and bolt. No talking necessary. If people think you tolerate me, they might leave me alone-" Dan rambled on, proceeding even when the others laughed. "Before you turn me down, I also forge absent slips, report cards-"

"How about prescriptions," Ross chimed in.

"Shut up, Ross," Arin snapped.

"Sorry, Arin."