1989 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Everything had been great between you and JD, until he started killing your classmates. Mostly he was awesome: you'd go on fun dates and the sex was awesome. But, occasionally JD would say or do something totally out of line that would make you worry about him.

If only you had worried enough to prevent this from happening.

Last night, you were forced to fake your own death to avoid being murdered by your boyfriend or being an accomplish in a arson attack. Obviously, neither of those things seemed too appealing. Now, here you were, running down into the basement of the school, specifically into the boiler room. That's where you found JD strapping a Norwegian to one of the boilers. When you told him to step away from the bomb, he just laughed.

"Oh, this little thing? I'd hardly call this a bomb. This is to trigger the pack of thermals upstairs in the gym. Now, those are bombs." He stared you up and down, before continuing to set up his dynamite like it was nothing. "Besides, I thought you hung yourself."