(co-written with blackcharcoal on ao3) When Evan suggested they ride the cyclone, Alana was hoping it would be a distraction, a way to get them on track after losing the Kiwani's Choir Competition. To themself. If she had know it would lead them to their deaths, and to singng for their lives in a warehouse, she would have fought harder to ride the bumper cars. But now, Alana Beck, Zoe Murphy, Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, and Connor Murphy were all dead. Along with a creepy girl, who Alana's half-sure is just an animated Barbie doll. Oh, and don't forget to mention the fortune telling machine running this behind the scenes. Yeah, the one that thinks it's fun to mess with Alana? This should be fun.
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