Context: You've been bullied most of your high school career and it's been miserable. It's cost you your grades, any friends, and even your first boyfriend. One of them said something that stuck with you, about that misery being what "girls like you" deserve. You're done.

Setting: Sea Siren High School

Tags: [MF4F][Bully Speaker][Principal Speaker][Bullied Listener][Nuclear Revenge Imminent][Cruel][Threatening][CW: Implied Suicide Attempt/Bullying/General Cruelty]

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[F] = The first bully

[P] = The Principal, doing her best

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[Note: Suggest a slight reverb to suggest this is a flashback/memory]

[Scene starts outside of a high school]

[Time: Four months ago]

[Your back is to the wall and five familiar voices sneer and laugh about you - the same bullies that have “oh so kindly” paid you “attention” most of your high school career]

[F] “Aww, guys, look at her! Eyes all puffy and snot just a-running down that nasty little face. What happened, Pipsqueak? Did your first ever boyfriend dump you for a hotter chick?”

[...]

[SFX: Other guys laughing]

[F] “C’mon now, don’t cry… Seems like all you ever do is just sit there and cry, all alone, wanting someone to come along and save you. How’s about you grow a fucking backbone, Pipsqueak, and do something about it, huh?”

[...]

[SFX: The guys laughing again]

[F] “See, that’s the problem with girls like you. You never stand up for yourselves and then wonder “Oh, why does every guy abuse me”. Sweetie, that’s what girls like you deserve. It’s the best you’re going to get.”

[...]

[Their laughter fades along with the memory itself. Each time you’ve remembered it, the pain has dulled just that little bit more]

[You’re cold, now]

…

[SFX: A school bell ringing and some murmured whispers]

[You go to your new locker and open it. Per usual, a good bit of bologna rolls out and familiar laughter ring out]

[F] “Pipsqueak! Good to see back after summer break! Left you a little something for lunch since, woof, it looks like someone needs a sandwich or two.”

[...]

[F] “Aww, not even a greeting for your favorite asshole? C’mon, you look good! You really cleaned up over the summer!”

[...]

[F, with a feigned sigh] “Finnne, if you want to get your first locker shove in, go for it.”

[He tries to grab you and you fish a device from your pocket]

[F] “Gotcha! Wait, what are you holding?”

[Pause]

[He scoffs]

[F] “Pfft, sure it’s a taser. Yeah r-”.

[He falls silent as you click it on and electricity sparks outward]

[SFX: Threatening taser sounds]

[F] “...oh shit. OK, um, let’s calm down a little…”

[He backs up with his hands raised as you approach him, glare icy]

[F] “Wait, wait, wait! OK, OK, I’m sorry! Seriously, don’t tase me, bro! I’ve got a heart condition!”

[Pause]

[F] “N-Not having one doesn’t count? H-Hey, that’s a little rude, huh?”

[You back him in a corner, the fear in his eyes reflecting in the arcing electricity]

[F] “O-OK, I’m listening…”

[...]

[F] “Do… I see the scar on your arm? Yeah, I-. Oh. Oh god, is that why they put you in the ward over summer?”

[Pause]

[F] “What…? You want me to apologize? Tch, for what, I wasn’t the one that made you attempt. That’s on you!”

[Pause]

[F] “Don’t say you didn’t warn me? Psh, whatever, Pipsqueak. You don’t have the ovaries to tase me anyway.”

[You almost test that theory when the intercom buzzes above]

[P] “Students, please assemble in the auditorium! Thank you!”

[...]

[F] “... Whatever. Just get out of my way.”

[He shoves past you]

[...]

[You did warn him]

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[Scene opens in the dark auditorium]

[SFX: Muttering and a bit of a mic squeal]

[The Principal stands at the podium, smiling brightly]

[P] “Welcome back to Sea Siren High! We’re so glad to have everyone back. Like usual, we have a presentation to start with, no groaning!”

[SFX: Defiant groaning]

[She rolls her eyes and starts the presentation]

[P] “Thank you for your cooperation, I swear. So, the first thing I want to say, again, is “Welcome!”. We have a lot of exciting things happening this year! Next slide, please.”

[SFX: Clicky click]

[P] “So, for our first slide, you can see a young man crying over football tryouts… Wait, what?!”

[SFX: Some laughter]

[You didn’t know seeing the color drain from someone’s face could be so satisfying]

[The Principal gawps as the presentation rolls on, stunned, before she tries to stop it again]

[P] “Good LORD where is the damned stop button!”

[SFX: The crowd laughing harder]

[More and more pictures slide leisurely across the screen: more and more of him being reamed out by bosses and coaches and anyone else he’s in contact]

[P] “MELODY, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, THIS POOR BOY DOESN’T NEED THE WHOLE SCHOOL TO SEE HIM FAILING AT LIFE!”

[SFX: The crowd losing it, in an uproar]

[P] “Oh and of COURSE the mic is able to pick that up clearly! Melody, please, just go and pull the power!”

[The vice principal speeds off as more and more pictures glide by of your bully sitting or standing with tears streaming down his cheeks, face red in anger and embarrassment. A video clip cuts in:]

[F] “See, that’s the problem with girls like you. You never stand up for yourselves and then wonder “Oh, why does every guy abuse me”. Sweetie, that’s what girls like you deserve. It’s the best you’re going to get.”

[SFX: The laughing mostly being cut by shocked gasps and booing]

[P] “Eugh, what a disgusting attitude to have! Oh, and that was the poor girl who-”.

[SFX: The presentation and mic being cut]

[Your bully is so low in his seat tha he’s almost on the floor now]

[P, shouting] “Alright, class, that’s enough! Back to your home rooms now!”

[SFX: People shuffling off and mumbling about what happened]

[You wait for a bit until you can pass him from behind, lean over and tilt his face up. He looks at you in blind horror, lip trembling]

[F] “W-What…?”

[Pause]

[F] “Y-You’re not done…? W-Wait, why?! Haven’t you made me suffer enough?!?!”

[You lean down until you can see the iciness of your own gaze reflected in his tears]

[Pause]

[F] “Because it’s what… boys like me… deserve…?”

[He stands up, fists balled and shaking. You glare up at him, unmoved, and he ultimately turns and rushes off, sobbing. You shoot a look at the other four and they stare at you in confusion. Fear]

[You’ll see them soon]

[To be continued]

Note: Lmao this got dark fast