Blackwell Academy, the pride and joy of Arcadia Bay. According to locals, however, only people who were spoiled were there. More importantly, the Prescott Family. Since before the majority of people living in Arcadia Bay were even born, they've been practically running the town, and they founded Blackwell Academy.

Since Monday, strange occurrences have been happening. It started with snow, then a solar eclipse, and just after, animals started dying.

"The apocalypse."

Blackwell students whispered to each other. Everybody was unsettled by these events, especially the teachers. Even the Vortex Party set an "End of the World" party on Friday. Little did they know it could come true.

Wednesday afternoon, Max Caulfield and Chloe Price had just witnessed one of the most satisfying things. Nathan Prescott, the untouchable boy of Blackwell got his ass beaten by none other than Warren. It was scary, but elite.

They chatted outside, standing by the Prescott statue that still stood a perfect bronze, untouched, just like the family... Mostly untouched. Chloe was the first to point out bird shit on the head.

Apocalypse

That word was repeated, and if on cue, a portal directly from Hell opened in the parking lot. Out came a large, grey van, an obnoxious symbol, and three letters, IMP with decoration. It was either that the beings climbing out were very tan, or were truly beings from another world.

None of the students seemed to notice, surprisingly. Blitz climbed onto the roof of the van, disguised as his interpretation of a "hip teenage woman", while Mille and Moxxie had done their usual cross-dressing once more.

"This place reeks of alcohol and unwiped ass," Loona spoke up, pinching her nose in clear disgust.

"Loonie that's how all schools smell in Hell," Blitz was the first to speak up, and before Millie could chime in, he spoke up once more.

"Listen up! We're here because this Rachel chick needs a bastard here dead! His name is.." Blitz trailed off, scrounging around for the file.

Moxxie stared at his boss, "Nathan Prescott, sir."

Blitz perked up with a smile. "Yeah, that's what I said. Nathan Pisscoff."

It was almost comical how Chloe and Max walked to the parking lot next, making their way to a tan, beat up pickup with some worn stickers and decals.