Everyone that was deded is deded in this.
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It's been five years since the incidents. Veronica's been able to cope through with the help of Martha and Heather McNamara. Now, the brunette just lives alone in her own small house with peace and quiet. Until the day some certain dead friends thought they wanted to visit their fellow friend and murderer.
Veronica was laying in her bed, reading a book, till something, or someone, hopped onto the bed next to her. "Heya Ronnie!" A familiar voice yelled. Veronica jumped and turned her head to see, Heather Chandler. But she was dead.
Veronica stared in confusion and fear for a bit. Chandler huffed, "You know it's rude to stare Veronica." JD then sat on the opposite side of the bed, "She's right. For once." Chandler shot him a glare before turning back to Veronica. "W-What are you doing here?!" Veronica exclaimed. "I came to visit my favorite dumbass!" Chandler grinned. "Why?! And why are you yelling?! And, and how are here?! Your dead for fucks sake!" Veronica stared at the ghost girl. "Jesus so many questions.. Uuuhm, Im here 'cause I missed my favorite wittle bitch!" Chandler said in a mocking tone as she squished Veronica's cheeks.
Veronica pushed her away and Heather let go, looking unsatisified but went back to grinning again, "Im yelling because I can and your yelling too anyways!" Chandler swished her hair sassily. Veronica rolled her eyes. "And way to be a downer Ronica! We already know we're dead, no need for a reminder!" Chandler said.
Veronica sighed, "Well now you've visited me, so now you can leave. It was a pleasure having you here but I rather not look at you any longer!" Veronica said. Chandler put a hand to her chest dramatically and batted her eyes, making herself look offended, "Well, exccuuuuuse me. Gosh, so rude to house guests. No wonder nobody ever comes over." Chandler looked around, "Then again.. This place is pretty much a pig stye. Do you ever clean?" Chandler raised an eyebrow. Veronica shrugged, "When I feel like it...."
Chandler stood up and put her hands to her hips, "Veronica Sawyer! I want you to clean this room, now!" She exclaimed. Veronica looked up at her plainly, "No, mom." Veronica put the covers over her head. Chandler immediately tore them off, "DID YOU JUST CALL ME MOM?!" Heather sounded very offended and angry. JD snickered, "Oooh, Veronica, sounds like you mom is mad at youuu " He teased. Chandler glared at them both, "CALL ME MOM ONE MORE TIME!"
JD and Veronica looked at each other, then back at Heather. "Mom." The two said together. Heather grabbed a pillow and put it over Veronica's face, holding it down. "CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM OR SOMEONE WITH FIND YOUR DEAD, ROTTING CORPSE HERE NEXT MONTH!" Chandler yelled. Veronica pushed Chandler away with the pillow, "Okay, okay! Jesus just calm down..." Veronica groaned and got up, Chandler laying down where the girl was previously laying down.
Eventually, Veronica started cleaning while JD and Heather made small talk. Mostly about Veronica. The two had finally started getting along not long after JD's death. The only reason they weren't at each other's throats is because they always ended up talking about the one, the only, Veronica Sawyer. To JD, it instantly became obvious that the red Heather was gay for Veronica. Even before death.
Soon enough, Veronica was done and she sat back down on her bed, only to have Heather slyly slide across her lap, and JD scoot up against her shoulder. Veronica shifted awkwardly, "I feel violated. What is this?"
"We think you deserve a reward Ronnie~" Heather purred. "Your no award." Veronica frowned, her voice cracked as she blushed. "Trust me, we are," Saying that, Chandler and JD wriggled their eyebrows at Veronica. "Your not-"
"Boop!" Chandler booped the other girls' nose. Veronica sighed heavily. JD chuckled. "Give in, you have no power,sweetie!" Chandler said. "We are eternal!" Heather and JD both stuck one of their legs up in the air, striking a pose.
Veronica pushed them off and put some shoes on. "Pf, where are you going?" JD raised a brow. "Im actually going to join civilization to get away from you two," Veronica explained as she started walking out. "I take offense to that!" Heather yelled. "You take offense to everything you bitchy gay." Veronica said. "That was rude! You didn't have to add the 'bitchy' part!" Chandler pouted as she sat criss-cross applesauce, on Veronicas' bed. Veronica groaned and rolled her eyes. "JD, don't let her in my dressers, she's done it before and it will NOT end well, 'kay?" Veronica told him as she was just about to leave. JD nodded, "Got it.." He looked at Chandler awkwardly.
Heather huffed and flopped backwards. Veronica gave them a peace sign before leaving the red gay and the trenchcoat king in her house. That was probably a bad idea.
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