Chapter Four: A Little Insight

If a person found out that their best friend swapped bodies with someone, they would naturally have a lot of questions.

Betty and Martha were no exception.

"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!"

"WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE?!"

"HOW DO WE STOP IT?!"

"Guys, guys," Veronica said, shushing them. "I would love to answer all of your questions, but I really need to pee."

"Ew," Veronica muttered as she and her friends went inside the disgusting boys bathroom on the other side of the school.

"Sorry Ronnie, but this was the only bathroom we could get you to without being spotted by Gowan's police buddies," Betty explained.

Veronica went inside the stall, locked the door and started to relieve herself immediately.

"Ahhh," she said.

"So Veronica," Betty started, "How did this happen to you?"

"Well, the Shredder stabbed me with this weird-looking dagger last night, but it got him too."

"What do you mean?" Martha asked.

"Standing and peeing is kind of rad," Veronica said, getting distracted.

"Veronica, focus!" Betty said.

"Sorry? What?" Veronica asked, turning a little bit and accidentally letting some pee get on the floor.

"You both got hurt?" Betty asked.

"Oh yeah, so when he stabbed me, he instantly got the same wound on the left shoulder. And then right before I fell asleep, I heard this voice say 'La Dola.' I think it had something to do with the switch."

She then got distracted by her pee again. "This is like, three gallons of pee. This guy's bladder is huge."

"Veronica, focus!" Betty and Martha exclaimed.

"Sorry!"

Martha then googled "La Dola" on her phone. "This it?" She asked, holding her phone over the stall door.

"That's it. That's the dagger," Veronica said.

"La Dola, an ancient Aztecan dagger used in ritual sacrifice," Martha said, quoting the website word-for-word.

"Wait," Betty said, looking at the phone, "there's writing on it. I think it's Spanish."

Martha put the words into Google Translate. "If the sacrifice is not successful, the souls of the two people are swapped and the change becomes permanent after 24 hours," she said, once again reading it word-for-word.

"That's great," Veronica said sarcastically. "Well, we have about nine hours to get this whole thing solved."

"Where's the Dola?" Betty asked.

"It's in the evidence locker at the police station."

"That's where we'll go. But first, Martha and I need to search for the best way out of here. Gowan's police force is constantly changing positions. You stay in there until we get back, ok?" Betty asked.

"Ok," Veronica replied, before her friends walked out.

Less than five minutes later, Kurt came into the bathroom and started to bang on Veronica's door.

"Hurry up, loser. I gotta take a dump."

"I'm sorry, but this stall is taken. The other ones are open though," Veronica replied.

"No, I want this one!" Kurt said, banging the door even harder.

That's when an idea entered Veronica's head.

She slowly stood up, towering over the stall door.

Meanwhile, Kurt Kelly looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I didn't mean-"

Veronica slammed the door open, and held Kurt up in the air by his shirt collar.

"How's that feel, huh? You like being scared?" She said in a menacing way.

Kurt shook his head, while tears streamed down his face. "No! I'm sorry! I th-"

"If you ever mess with Veronica Sawyer again, I will make you wish your buggy, wormy, stupid face was never born. Got it?"

Kurt violently nodded, while Veronica noticed a peculiar scent and looked down.

"Did you just pee yourself?" She asked.

"Yes!" Kurt said fearfully.

"Ew! Gross!" Veronica said while letting go of him.

Betty and Martha entered the bathroom, just to see Kurt sitting on the floor, with wet pants and Veronica standing over him.

"What happened in here?" Martha asked, while Betty took a photo of Kurt.

"Help!" Kurt yelled, before Veronica pushed his head to the ground, knocking him out.

"Wow, I'm strong," she said.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Martha said, urging her friends.

"Ms. Sawyer, what a surprise it is to see you here," Mr. Ripper said to the Shredder. "What have you got there?" He asked, noticing that the Shredder had rope.

The Shredder immediately tied Mr. Ripper to his chair, tightening the areas around his legs and waist.

"Ms. Sawyer, what are you-" Mr. Ripper managed to say before his mouth was gagged.

The Shredder pulled out a knife from one of his knee high socks. "Bye bye," he said before stabbing Mr. Ripper in the neck multiple times.

Mr. Ripper's next class would be in for a shock when they saw their teacher's head on a desk.

The trio of friends were about to turn left for the school's exit when they encountered him.

"Wow, this is so strange," Veronica said, literally seeing her body from the outside.

"Guess we should've thought about capturing him first," Betty said quietly to her friends.

Unfortunately, the Shredder heard her.

"Help!" He yelled, alerting some of the police officers. "It's the Sherwood Shredder!"

"Run!" Betty yelled, right before she and her friends dashed out of the school, with the police closely behind them.

A/N: Thoughts? Any constructive criticism is welcome!

Thanks to inkyfrosting3217 for beta reading!