Ohhhmygod, you guys I'm so sorry I've gone this long without an update! My original intention was to post this a week after Self-Insertion 1, I swear! D:
Anyhoo. On with the thank-yous.
RobinRocks, WHENEVER YOU GET YOUR BRITISH BUTT OVER TO THIS STORY, I hope I put you enough in-character in the out-of-character scene. Lawl.
Ringbearingreasergal, I know how you feel. It's how every one of us feels whenever we read each other's writings about ourselves, right? We're all like, "OMG, MEMEMEMEME. ? Who cares about ? Psh. I want to hear more about ME!"
PanamaRoxMySox, you are so welcome, and yes, I know exactly how you feel. I nearly died of shame last night upon reading a Post-Hallows Harry Potter fanfic THAT DIDN'T HAVE ANY PUNCTUATION WHATSOEVER. D8 It puts the world of authors to shame. I mean, honestly. HOW HARD IS IT TO LOOK AT YOUR SCREEN AND SEE THE LITTLE GREEN JAGGY LINES UNDERNEATH YOUR FRAGMENTS? It's not that difficult. It annoys me to no end and I must fix my errors. Growl The beatings will continue until morale improves. Anyway, yes. Aside from that, Thank you so much for coming back and reviewing again! 8D I'm so glad that I have someone other than my IRL friends coming back to this! Dances around
Because this awesomeified version of a Broadway musical was "uncut" (thus meaning that Chanceless took the liberty of inserting a scene), the opening scene was not, as expected, seven bums (and Benny) on a stage in front of a million empty chairs.
No, sirree.
Instead, it displayed the gruesome, long-awaited portrayal of a bathroom suicide.
As the camera panned from one wall to the other, it showed one ivory pale hand, in which was clutched a paper, on which was an elaborate explanation narrowing down to one vital piece of information.
HIV Positive.
Even through the spraying of blood was nonexistent in cases of wrist-slitting suicide, Raven was covered in it.
Blood was everywhere. In fact, it was like a second, blood red skin (despite the obvious fact that blood is not always "blood red").
In short, Raven was dead. And she'd left a big, bloody mess for whoever found her to clean up, which said a lot about her character (as though the fact that she'd committed suicide didn't say enough).
Slade's sleek SUV pulled up on the road's shoulder and the five exited: Slade, Cyborg, Robin, Beast Boy and Terra, who were passionately slobbering all over each other.
Suddenly, all five stopped, slowly turned to each other and double-taked.
Robin had a guitar slung over his shoulder. His hair was still spiked, but it was cropped closer to his scalp. He still wore his mask (the costume people hadn't been able to pry it off), but the rest of his uniform was nowhere to be seen. In its place was a green jacket over a light cotton sweater. And jeans. In place of his steel-toed boots of fury that inspired a foot fetish in many a fangirl was a pair of slightly battered tennis shoes.
Terra's hair had been curled stylishly. She wore a dress made out of a tablecloth that had been mass-produced at The GAP. And slightly battered tennis shoes.
Cyborg had on a smoky blue beanie. And a big trench coat over a plaid shirt and—you guessed it—jeans and battered tennis shoes.
However, Slade was by far the most terrifying.
In place of his mask was a pair of sunglasses, with the left lens removed. He wore an enormous blue parka over baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt. And slightly battered tennis shoes. Nike, though—not Sketchers, as was per usual with the other four.
But before any of them could comment, an invisible force called "The Cue Monster" pushed them all toward the loft. Beast Boy and Terra resumed slobbering because neither really seemed to mind the current situation (it wasn't much different from the one they had left a few seconds prior).
"Um...Roger?" Terra called (while wondering where that name had come from) quiveringly, unable to tear her gaze from the horrifying, gruesome, macabre, dismaying, mortifying, bloody, and adjective-excessive scene on the bathroom floor.
Robin, hearing his not-name called, trotted over to Terra. He followed her gaze to the sickening, ugly yet somehow disturbingly beautiful, deathly, coppery, unforgettable sight of the empath laying in a big pool of her own blood.
"Oh, god...April," he choked (while wondering why he'd just called Raven that), falling to his knees. "Oh, god...Oh, god."
Terra gingerly stepped inside and plucked the note from Raven's hand. "She left you a note...scrawled in her own blood."
She stepped back out of the bathroom and handed the document to Robin. On the back of the results sheet, the note read We've got AIDS.
"Ooh," Slade gaped. "That sucks."
"I think we should see other people," Terra suddenly confessed to Beast Boy in the other room, then ran off, wondering why the hell she had just done that.
There you have it, folks. My first update since I returned from California (which, by the way, was an utter disaster until the last week; if you want to ask me about it, REVIEW. :3), and again, I'm so very sorry for those of you who were waiting on me!
I hope my new oneshot will compensate for my absence.