If you are prone to nightmares or care really really deeply about Connor and Evan then I would recommend you don't read.

Warnings
- suicide
-murder
- graphic torture
-depressing

You will see this {}{}{}{} before the torture starts and when it ends. that way if you don't want to read you don't have to. It's very disturbing to some so if you know yourself to be scared easily or have a weak stomach when it comes to blood then don't read when you see that. It's probably fine but this is based on a nightmare I had so.... here it is.

"I'll be right back Evan. This won't take long."

"Bye Connor." He kissed my cheek as I ran out of his house to my next "client"

~time skip~

I was going to some house that I'd never see in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I opened the door to see a red haired man holding a gun to his head. He looked at me and screamed, similar to how I did when I saw death. Before I knew what was happening the gun went off and I felt a sharp pain in my head. He shot me. FATE YOU BITCH! YOU PLANNED THIS! The man started freaking out as I just stared at his popcorn ceiling. I felt myself fading. I closed my eyes and let death over come me.

When I opened my eyes the pain was gone and I was in a waiting room of some kind. I saw some of the other souls I had collected that day sitting there too. I tried to ask one of the angels that was in the room what was happening and she explained that I was dead and going to either heaven or hell.

So I was going to hell now.

I felt myself tearing up. I didn't say goodbye to Evan. The last thing I said to him was 'I'll be right back. This shouldn't take long.' I didn't even say 'I love you' or anything! The angel tried to comfort me but I pushed her away and sat back in my seat. Time passed. Souls were called in. They went with the angels or demons. Souls entered the room as others left. I stared at the wall thinking of Evan. Some more souls entered I didn't pay much attention until I heard

"CONNOR!" I turned my head to see a pale ghostly version of Evan. I rubbed my eyes shocked.  I was positive I was seeing things. He ran up to me and hugged me sobbing into my shoulder.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Well you weren't coming back and it had been like 3 hours so I started to get worried so I started to cut myself and death appeared but it wasn't you and he let me die!" He sobbed into me. I rubbed small circles into his back trying to calm him down. The other souls were looking at us oddly. The demons seemed disgusted while the angels were talking among themselves about how adorable we were. All I was hoping was that Evan would get into Heaven.

"Murphy, Connor."

"That's me. Fingers crossed for heaven." He laughed a little bit. I knew what I was getting but I just wanted to hear him laugh one last time. I stepped into the room seeing a bunch of important looking people staring down at me. Fate among them. "Am I going to hell?"

"We don't know for sure yet dea-"

"Shut it hope! Yes your going to hell." Fate said glaring down at me.

"Before I go and get punished for the rest of eternity. Can I make one request?"

"Sure." Said a blonde girl in a flower crown.

"My lover... Evan Hansen. Transfer all my heaven points to him." The god -like beings all looked at eachother.

"That will make your eternal punishment a lot worse. Probably scaring you on a physical, emotional, and psychological level."

"I don't care. As long as he's okay."

"As love. I respect your wish. I'll Make sure your request goes through." Said the same girl with an odd sweetness considering I was going to hell.

"That may not save him though! We don't know what he did in life yet!" Fate said sternly down to me. Man she hated me.

"Thank you." I left the room to see Evan bitting his nails. I smiled weekly at him and hugged him close. "Have fun in heaven. Okay?"

"I'll meet you there. Right?" I felt tears run down my face. I felt A pair of hands grab me and pull me towards the gates of hell.  "CONNOR!" Evan ran to me but was held back by two other daemons.

~Evan's pov~

I sat there dry heaving because I had no more tears left. An angel was sitting next to me trying to clam me down but that wasn't working well.

"Hansen, Evan." I stood up and shakily walked into the room that my lover had just been in. I stood in front of all the gods. They looked over some papers as I was starting there still dry heaving.

"Congratulations! Your going to heaven!" I stared to cry harder. "What's wrong sweetie?"

"I'm s-sorry it's j-just my b-boyfriend just went to
h-hell and I can't-"

"Are you Connor Murphy's lover?" I nodded. "Oh honey. Do you know why he went?" I shook my head. "When he was death, he wasn't allowed to make contact with the living. He knew this and still stayed with you. Because he loved you."

"So it's my fault." I was sobbing now. The tears had found there way back to me.

"NO not at all.  It was Connor's choice."

"Can I take his place?"

"I'm afraid not. You have to many Heaven points that hell would just reject you."

"But but I was so horrible in my life! I lied to so many people! I ruined so many lives!"

"This is true. But Connor asked us to transfer all of his 'heaven points' as he called them, to you."

"Why?!"

"Because he wanted you to be happy."

"But I'm not! Connor's- Connor's gonna s-s-suffer for forever!"

"love! This is taking way to long!"

"Shut up, war! Can't you see he's in distress?!"

"JUST GIVE HIM TO THE ANGELS!" She flinched and nodded waving me out of the room. A group of angels welcomed me to the shiny gates, they were smiling. I looked back at the gates of hell then back at heaven. I bolted to the red firry gates but as soon as I tried to enter I was pushed back by some kind of force field. The angels came running to me and they basically had to drag me into heaven. The entire time I was screaming how there had been a mistake and how Connor was in the wrong place. The angels dragged me past the gates and I stoped struggling. It was strange. It was as if all the sadness and anger and anxiety just vanished. I felt blank. They led me to a really nice house and told me that my belongings were already there and that if I had any questions to just ask.

"I actually do have a question."

"What is it dear?"

"My boyfriend, Connor Murphy, he went to hell, what was his punishment?" One of the angles eyes turned blue and started glowing. They stoped after awhile and she looked a little sad.

"His punishment is very complex."

"Try to explain. Please."

"Well, you see the daemons hell can place false images in someone's head." I nodded for her to continue. "Your boyfriend is having false images of you being horribly tortured and every time he cries... he... he gets whipped for felling sorry."

I knew I should feel sad. I knew I should be breaking down. But I couldn't. I felt like shit but I also felt great.

"Why can't I fell bad?"

"You have no negative emotions in heaven." I knew I should be angry. But I wasn't. "Leave me alone." All the angles left me to try my best to feel something other then happy.

~Connor's pov~

One of the daemon was shackling me, binding my hands and legs together, then chaining me to other souls. I turned to the person behind me, he was some teenage boy with dark hair in a black trench coat, I smiled at him.

"So what are you in for?"

"I murdered 4 people, threatened to blow up my school, and scared my girlfriend to almost suicide."

"Cool! I'm Connor!"

"I don't care."

"Well you can burn if Hell you son of a bitch." I said happily. "Oh wait. Literally!" He looked at me like I was crazy.

"What about you?"

"I just wanted to hang out with my boyfriend."

"So your here because your gay? You know I killed two guys and framed them as gay." I turned fully around and tried to punch him in the face but the chains were holding me back. One of the daemon unshackled him and led him to one of the pits that had horrible painful looking metal tools in it. I flipped him off as he left and he just smirked at me.

Other souls went to separate pits of pain until I was the only one left.  I was led to a pit and strapped to a chair. Metal bands were strapped to my hands, neck, feet, and legs so I physically couldn't move. Right next to me was a thick wooden log that had leather straps on the sides, there was a whip hanging loosely from the top. In front of me there was a chair, like the ones at the dentist's office. Next to the chair was a large cart with many different kinds of knives. I was very confused as to what was going on. Nothing happened for like 10 minutes. My eyes started wandering aimlessly until I saw someone come in. Evan was being pushed into the chair and strapped down.

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"WHAT NO! EVAN!" I desperately tried to wiggle free while he was doing the same. We were both restrained and held in our spots. As soon as Evan was fully strapped down one of the daemons picked up a carving knife. He snapped his free hand and Evan's shirt burned off, burning some of the skin too. I felt tears come to my eyes as I desperately tried to get to him. The daemon took the knife and started to carve something into his burned chest. I was sobbing. The daemon stoped when he heard me crying. He put down the knife and started to undo my chains. I read what was carved into Evan's chest, the words

WELCOME TO HELL

were scared into his flesh. I tried to run to him but I was bound to the post instead. I heard the whip crack and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Then again. And again. And again. While this was happening Evan was sobbing. I was trying to comfort him by not showing signs that I was in pain but I couldn't help it. After about 10 lashes I was strapped back into my chair and the daemon picked up the knife again. Evan wailed out in pain and I couldn't do anything.

Not only had Evan not made it to Heaven but he was my eternal punishment too. Well played Fate. Well played.

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Meanwhile in heaven.

Evan was acting too depressed. And who could blame him. The love of his life was just sentenced to eternal damnation. So the angles though that it would be best if he had his memory erased. Not all of his memories, just his encounters with Connor. Evan obviously wasn't to pleased with this idea but he didn't really have a say. So Connor was erased from his mind and was given a "soul mate"

He was a tan boy with dark curly hair. He said that when he was alive he also suffered from anxiety. He loved trees just like Evan and they did have a lot in common. They were both really happy together... but something always felt off for Evan. Like something was... artificial. Not quite really there. But he never questioned it. And all in all he was pretty happy.