Title: Alone in the Dark.
Author: Elphie
Fandom: Hairspray 2007
Parings: All hinted: IQ/Luanne, Tammy/Velma, minor Trink, Joey/Darla, Brad/Darla…
Rating: PG-13 for suspense, violence, minor gore, and some lesbian parings.
Summary: A Council sleepover goes horribly wrong…
Notes: Loosely based on Prom Night (2008)
It was the first full-council sleepover. Corny wasn't allowed to come, because the council decided it was more for the 'kids'. They didn't let the Negroes come both because they didn't know many of them very well yet, and the ones that they did didn't seem to like them. They did allow Inez to come, though, considering she was the new lead dancer and kindest black kid on the show. And somehow, Tracy had gotten a majority of the council to allow her to bring along Penny and Seaweed.
Inez had agreed to steal the studio keys from her mother so that they would have enough room. That was no longer Amber's job due to the fact that her mom was fired and no longer had her own copy of the key. Fender had agreed to bring his lantern that he used for camping. Each decided to bring along a flashlight and use only these things for light.
The council sat in a large circle on the ground around the lantern and watched as Fender light it. Tammy didn't mind being in the studio in the dark by herself. Amber shook the words out of her thoughts, remembering the time that she had walked in on Tammy 'practicing'. She focused back to the center of the circle. "Ok," Fender announced, sitting down at his place in the circle between Sketch and Mikey. "Welcome to the first Council Sleepover." He rolled his eyes; most of the boys thought that sleepovers were too girly for them to participate in. "So things tonight are going to go a little differently than what you girls are probably used to. Instead of teasing each other's hair, I think that we should each go around and tell stories."
"No way!" Becky spoke up. "That's lame; I'm not going to sit here and listen to camp-fire ghost-stories all night,"
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Jessie asked.
Becky smiled. "Let's make up a murder story." Tammy whimpered and all the boys sat up, their attention caught.
Vicki began to add on, seeing where Becky was going with it, "Well, didn't you all hear about it? It was Amber's mom who caused it." Everyone's eyes shot to the blonde, who sat up straighter, her eyebrows arching in confusion. "One of the judges she raped wouldn't leave her be. He quickly became obsessed with her. He longed for her; her smell, her taste, her skin…" Amber's breathing quickened pace and she reached for Shelly's hand behind her back. Donna. "He started watching her. He watched her walk to school and he watched her walk home. It was months before he had decided it would be best to move on. He had thought of killing himself the night he decided to keep his distance, not willing to live with the heartbreak. But he had decided to live, to continue watching her, yet still move on with his life. He went on to marry a divorced woman with one child of her own. Her daughter took to her new father fondly. She was a few years older than Velma, so it turns out they went to the same school. She assisted him in his quest for the girl of his dreams, feeding him information about her that she over heard when she was talking to her friends. And do you know who his daughter was?" She had the council's attention now, and they all waited for the answer. "Our gym teacher."