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Rachel shook her head. "You don't belong in this universe. You have a purpose in your own. If you stay here, bad things could happen to people in your universe, people that you care about."
Jacob was silent for a moment while he thought about this.
"But, Rachel, there is no one I care about more than you. Besides, you had a purpose there, too. Have you forgotten? Do you remember why you wanted to change the past?"

Rachel was about to reply, but she stopped suddenly. They both heard an unusual sound, like waves crashing onto a smooth surface, and to their surprise and horror, they turned to find Veronica, Sarah's cousin, standing close by, with a disgusted look on her face.
"Get the hell back to our universe you slug", she demanded. God it feels good to not have to wave my hands and fingers around like an idiot to communicate with him she thought.
But she stopped the demands, and the yelling, and nearly dropped dead from shock. Rachel, her best friend, was standing in front of her, alive, after she had to endure months of hardship getting over her supposed death.
*Sniff* "It's you...", she began.

(I really don't know if I want to continue with this format. It was SK's idea and he has not been around lately. I think we should go back to the original humor format, but I want to make one rule: NO PREVIOUS STORY OVERLAPS!)

(With that in mind, let me begin)

Snow is interesting stuff. It is white, flaky, and bears a strong resemblance to another interesting substance. This substance, which is called dandruff, is also white and flaky.

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This dandruff substance is quite fascinating really. It grows on heads of all different shapes and sizes, but only some shed it at a regular rate. One of these heads belonged to a girl.

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She was carrying it home under her arm. Just half an hour ago, it had been attached to the neck of her boyfriend (now her ex), but then she caught him cheating on her.

She thought it would be funny to collect the heads of men she disapproved of; which included the entire male population, put them in large gym bags and throw them off to shore and wait for them to be found. She loved what she did for a living.

Of course, there was the whole "serial killer" label she was stuck with, but she figured she would just have to deal with it. She was mildly surprised when three black and white cars with flashing red lights on top pulled in front of her.

"Officer Kelly, the operation is on", one of the men said.
Having prepared for this for a couple of months now, she hopped into the car with the men she would soon betray.

As soon as she was in the car, the trap was sprung. Titanium manacles came out of the seats and bound her wrists and ankles. The officers then gagged and blindfolded her. She began to suspect that things were not going well for her.

However, she anticipated the bullets shattering the glass and penetrating the skulls of the officers. Luckily for her the girl in the mask had saved her again.

After setting her free, the woman in the mask took off on her silver motorcycle. Laura watched her go, thinking to herself, "Who was that masked woman?"

At the moment it did not matter, because she had to find a way to move the dead officers and clean up the scene.

Luckily it was dark and she was in a virtually deserted part of town. She wiped up the blood and set the officers up so it looked like they were just sitting the car. She wore gloves while doing this so as to not leave any fingerprints, Then she started walking toward home, but another thought occurred to her.

The heads, she thought to herself. How could I forget the heads?

She went back to the car and opened the trunk, where she found a duffel bag with eight heads in it. Just then, Joe Pesci walked up to her. "That's mine, " he said.

Laura wouldn't put up with Joe anymore, so she opened the bag, dropped four heads, and left, or so Joe thought. Laura snuck up behind him once he started walking away with his heads and with a shiny blood-stained hammer, dealt the lethal blow.

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Laura had not realized that, like the heads, the hammer was only a prop. It made a small "thunk" sound as it hit the back of Mr. Pesci's head, but nothing else.

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Whoops, she thought.
"Nice to know what you think of us Kelly", he responded back as he walked off with Laura's prized possessions.
Laura decided it was time to call it a day. Being a 'serial killer' was actually quite exhausting.

She took a shortcut down the nearest alley. It was oddly quiet; the only sounds around her were her footsteps and a man dragging a dead monkey on a string. She shivered in the cold 30 degree (Celsius) weather. Suddenly, two men jumped out from behind a plaid trashbin and kissed her on the cheek. Then they paid her five dollars and jumped down the open manhole, which closed behind them.

What is this world?, she thought. But that was the problem. She had no idea what world this was. The sky was red during the day and there was no moon.