Double Crossed & Double the Laughs

Previously

…Chaos leaned forward, their elbows on their knees, their expression one of intense, almost conspiratorial, focus. “Oh, no, Ash. This is merely the overture. The main act is yet to come. And this time,” they lowered their voice, “we aim for something a little more… personal.” Over the next few days, Ash and Chaos worked in secret, their planning sessions conducted in hushed whispers over late-night pizza and copious amounts of caffeine. Ash found herself enjoying the clandestine nature of their activities, the thrill of hatching a plan, the suspense of waiting for it to unfold. She was still hurt, the sting of betrayal a dull ache beneath