"All is forgiven baby!" VP smiled. "Come on, get dressed! You're my date to the pep rally tonight!"

His lips curled up into a cruel smile as his brows furrowed. He walked aggressively towards the door, his fists clenched. "You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead- but, but, but!" He waved his finger, smiling cynically. "Then it hit me like a flash, what if high school went away instead? Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me!" He yelled. "They made you blind, messed up your mind, but I can set you free!" He urged, pressing himself to the door. Shelby held her breath.

"You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried- BAM BAM BAM!" He screamed, slamming his fist into the door three times with such force that Shelby shrieked for a second on the other side, before covering her mouth to stop herself. "Then I found you changed my heart, and set loose all that truthful shit inside!" He smiled, pushing himself away and spreading his arms out like he was Christ himself. "And so I built a bomb! Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they never see their senior prom!"

Shelby eyes widened in horror and the three ghosts exchanged surprised glances. VP returned to door, pressing his forehead to wood, his eyes swimming with conflicting emotions, his face almost begging. "I was meant to be yours. We were meant to be one." He pressed his hand to the wood, his eyes desperate. "Don't give up on me now. Finish what we've begun..." He urged through gritted teeth. "I was meant to be yours!"

VP pushed himself off the door, his brows furrowing with irritation when Shelby did not come out at his pleas. "So when the high school gym goes BOOM! With everyone inside- Pchw! Pchw! Pchw!" He shot off finger guns, dancing around the room. "In the rubble of their tomb," he took a note out of his trench coat, smiling maliciously, "we'll plant this note explaining why they died!"

"We, the students of Westerberg High- will die." VP read. Off in the shadowed corner of the closet, Shelby watched with horror as figures melted out of the darkness, the maimed version of her classmates at school. "Our burnt bodied may finally get through to you." VP, the students, and the ghosts all chanted in her ears. "Your society churns out slaves and blanks... No thanks. Signed, the Students of Westerberg High. Goodbye."

The students faded away, leaving Shelby on her knees in tears as the ghosts of the dead hovered above her. VP's red eyes were glowing with malice as the prospect of his idea crept closer and closer. "We'll watch the smoke poor out the doors! Bring marshmallows, we'll make s'mores!" He wrapped his arms around his chest, imagining Shelby in the embrace. "We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

"I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one!" He sang, leaning against the door once more and pressing his ear to the wood, listening for Shelby. "I can't make it alone! Finish what we've begun!" His fist clenched as all his volatile emotions bubbled to the surface. "You were meant to be mine!" He cried. "I am all that you need! YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART! CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!" He shouted, his fingers scratching the wood and leaving marks like an animal.

"SHELBY!" He finally snapped, his forehead pressed against the door as he grabbed the door handle, trying to wiggle it open. "Open the- open the door, please. Shelby! Open the door!" He dropped down on his hands and knees, looking for any movement under the door. "Shelby! Can we not fight anymore? Please, can we not fight anymore?" He smiled pleadingly. Meanwhile, Shelby was looking around desperately for an escape, her face streaked with tears. "Shelby, sure, you're scared, I've been there," he continued, standing back up. Jett and Alfred gestured to an extra bed sheet on the top shelf. "I can set you free!" Shelby grabbed it quickly, going to work. VP's face fell into a scowl. "Shelby, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three!"

He glared at the door, taking a deep breath. "One! Two! Fuck it!" He yelled, taking a few steps back and running forward, kicking the door open, which hit the wall with a hard thud. He took a step to rush inside, but stopped abruptly as his eyes widened. Hanging from the ceiling, her toes just barely brushing the floor as she swung gently side to side from a twisted up bed sheet, was Shelby. A small stool was over turned behind her from where she jumped, and her head seemed to to be snapped in an unnatural way. His mouth fell open, and he fell to his knees, tears falling to the floor.

"Oh my God..." He muttered. "No... Shelby..." he cried, reaching out his hand and grabbing her's. It was still warm and limp. "Please don't... Leave me alone." He whispered. "You were... All I could trust..." He choked. "I can't... Do this alone..." He squeezed her hand and shot up, before storming away. "STILL I WILL IF I MUST!" He shouted, before hopping out the window.

"Shelby?" Her mother called as she ascended the stairs. What VP hadn't noticed was how Shelby's hand had stiffened when he squeezed it. "I brought you a snack." Her mother peered into the room, smiling. She walked into the room, looking around, before she ventured to the open closet. "Shelby?" Her eyes widened and she dropped her food as she screamed.

Shelby's eyes snapped open and she wriggled out of Alfred's cold grip, who had been holding her up in the noose, and started screaming as well as she ran up to her mom.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Her mother yelled.

"IT WAS JUST A JOKE!" Shelby shouted back.

"WELL, IT WASN'T FUNNY!" Her mother screamed.

Without continuing the conversation, Shelby grabbed her croquet mallet and began towards the door. "Where are you going?" Her mother demanded, still attempting to catch her breath.

"To the Pep Rally." Shelby stated simply. "I have some things I have to take care of."