“Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count.” “Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?” “Are we going to prom or to hell?” “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” “I use my grand IQ to decide what lip gloss to wear in the morning and how to hit three keggers before curfew.” “I can’t believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you. Of course, I was coming up here to kill you.” “What’s the up-chuck factor on that?“ “Now that you’re dead, what are you gonna do with your life?” “You know what I want, babe?” “You were nothing before you met me.“ “The extreme always seems to make an impression.” “I just killed my best friend.” “Chaos is great! Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.” “Well, it’s just like they’re people I work with and our job is being popular and shit.” “Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make.” “If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?” “Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.” “Is this a weak turnout or what? I had at least 70 more people at my funeral.” “Jesus God in Heaven, why’d you have to kill such hot snatch?” “What is your damage, ______?” “It is one thing to want somebody out of your life, it is another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.” “I say we just grow up, be adults and die.” “______ why are you pulling my dick?” “You’re a rebel? You think you’re a rebel? You’re not a rebel you’re fucking psychotic!” “Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch?” “You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.“ “When teenagers complain that they want to be treated like human beings,
it’s usually because they are being treated like human beings.” “You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and
say they’re going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?”
“ are we gonna have a problem?” “ you’ve come so far. ” “ why now are you pulling on my dick? ” “ i’m feeling nice. ” “ here’s some advice. ” “ i like looking hot. ” “ i like drinking hard. ” “ if you lack the balls, you can go play dolls. ” “ you could come smoke. ” “ what you waiting for? ” “ prove you’re not a loser/pussy/lameass. ” “ step into my candy store. ” “ guys fall at your feet. ” “ that freak’s not your friend. ” “ if s/he had your shot, s/he would leave you to rot! ” “ if you don’t care, fine! ” “ forget that creep. ” “ let’s go tear up someone’s lawn. ” “ you can live the dream or you can die alone. ” “ keep on testing me and end up like her! ”
Heather bumps into the smaller fandom, almost falling over and tripping before catching herself. She closes her journal and takes a step back. "Oh, sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going."
Conner stumbled back once the taller had bumped into him- and since he’s so small, it’s no surprise that he did. She was much bigger than him and honestly, to someone much shorter, very intimidating. He looks up and relaxes once she apologizes, because she’s y’know, not an imp.
“Oh! It’s completely fine- but how did you get here?” They were on his planet after all, and as far as he knows, he can’t get off of it and no one else can visit. It’s odd, and he doesn’t understand, though that might be brought on by the fact that he’s a little overwhelmed by the uh… drastic scenery change that was Sburb.