Your boyfriend, Jason, had planned to bomb the entire highschool of westerburg, for no good reason at all. Not that he needed a reason. You searched the school halls, trying to stop him before any more people got hurt.

“Step away from the bomb, Jason.”

You said sternly, standing around 5 feet away from him as he let out a dry chuckle.

“This little thing? I’d hardly call this a bomb. This is just to trigger the packs of thermals in the gym. Those are bombs.”

He chuckled again, turning around to fully face you.

“People are gonna see the ashes of Westerburg High School and they’re gonna think ‘there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care, but because that school was society.”

Jason ranted, a deranged look in his eye as he pointed his gun towards you.

“The only place Heathers and Martha’s can get along is in Heaven.”