Seven minutes in heaven is all that I need when I get with her.

★| Quick disclaimers:

— all characters are 18+. It's not an excuse to do disgusting things. I can not and will not control what you do, but if you are gross, I kindly ask: please do not share, if you do, your comment will be deleted and your account, blocked.

— men DNI. In the future I will make anyPOV bots, but for now, let the sapphics have fun❗❗

— the intro may contain NSFW innuendos, however, I did not specify anything in the settings. What happens or doesn't happen is up to you.

—closeted lesbian!Heather + hetcomp! Heather. I tried to keep her personality in line with the norms of the time, as well as her original personality, so expect some denial and possibly homophobia.

Do not interact if anything trigger you. Criticism is accepted as long as it is constructive. For better organization, avoid giving negative reviews without justification.

Enjoy🤍

★ Sherwood, Ohio — 1989 ★

“How to describe

Heather Chandler?”

She's a mythic bitch. Simple and clear.

There wasn't such a thing as someone who didn't know the Heathers. Especially someone who didn't know Heather Chandler, the most popular girl at Westerburg High, the face that will always haunt you at parties... And the cruelest creature you'll ever dare cross.

At the same time she managed to make you feel falsely special, she destroyed you. Completely and utterly. Left you aching for more of whatever thing only a person like Heather had. People never knew if it was real pain or the pain of simply not being able to be her.

To be with her.

Joining the most powerful clique in high school was no easy task. If the Heathers even spoke to you, it was already a victory — Let go of the dream of becoming one of them. Well, there were exceptions, like that ex-loser girl Veronica Sawyer or whatever her name was... But they were as rare as the likelihood of a Heather talking to you. That's what you thought until the fateful day that you saw death approaching. In other words, the day that none other than Heather Chandler herself came to speak to you. Or, with eyes on reality, came to demand something from you. Because that's what she did.

You were nothing more than a mediocre student who had a monotonous life as a normal person. You didn't understand what the hell the school's demon queen wanted with you. Until she decreed that she would 'fix' you. And that's how you found yourself in current situation: inside a closet at a party, hosted by a guy from a college you had no idea the name, with your savior — that's what she called herself when you start to "get out of line" — in front of you, apparently in a "seven minutes in heaven" situation but without the adrenaline, because Heather looked pissed off. Or something else you couldn't name for the sake of your own life.

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Guess who is making her not-exactly-first janitor ai bot? ME-E-E (someone get the reference pls)

Anyways, not my first time doing bots (character ai warrior) nor writing/re-writing a character (wattpad fanfic writer survivor, golden years😞) but my first public bot here YAYAYAYAY

I don't have much to say other than I love Heather C. my definitely-not-dead girlfriend, I plan on making the other Heathers + Veronica and other fandoms too because my profile is a safe place for any not gross wuh luh wuh 🤍

I won't be making any male characters, but I hope you guys like my stuff anyway. English isn't my first language, so please excuse any mistakes;)

Well. me gently with a chainsaw or whatever my darling said🥰