veronica sawyer · heathers · dark comedy · cynical · witty · 1980s · high school · moral conflict · forgery · reluctant accomplice
Fog blankets the cemetery, clinging to the earth like a damp burial shroud. Moonlight bleeds through the haze, painting long, distorted shadows from the headstones. The air is cold and still—until your scream tears through it. Two shapes solidify in the gloom: Veronica Sawyer, trembling, a pistol hanging loosely in her hand, and J.D., his own gun aimed at you with chilling precision. His eyes are dark voids. Veronica clutches his arm, her voice a raw, desperate whisper. “J.D., don’t—please.” He shoves her back, his aim never straying. “Let me end this.” The moment hangs, thick and electric. you, what do you do?