Alternate title, The psych major is actually a psychopath.

yeah im making one of these bc i have yet to see a finished one.

It was a weird experience. The transportation. That's what they call it after the fact. After the tears and screams. After everyone tried to kill each other or say sorry, usually both at the same time. But that's not the point, the point is, is that the transportation fucking sucked. Everyone reported, that it's was like getting plucked out of their body, piece by piece, some said they felt light and were pulled out, like someone had taken their hand and were pulling them out of the dark and into the light. Others felt like they were being weighed down by an enormous weight, the light extinguished from their eyes as they were pushed into the darkness.

To make a long story short, the transportation was emotionally draining. I mean, being dragged through time to a single point far into the future, far after all of them were dead, had to have some adverse affects on their bodies. So it was no surprise that even if they some hated each other, or some had some choice words to say, they were all too tired to do anything but be surprised when they suddenly appeared in what looked to be dead center in a theater box.

"What the fuc-"

"Shh!" They all looked to the left, where a young girl, probably no older than eighteen sitting with her eyes wide at the blank stage.

"Young lady, what are you wearing!" Eliza lambasted. Everyone looked at the girl closely and were astonished with what they saw. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, but most had fallen out into curls on her back, but what drew there eyes was how exposed she was, wearing blue-ish rough-ish looking shorts, that you would only see on a man, and a shirt that barely covered all of her stomach.

"Miss, I know you're not from this time, but I would rather that you not subtly slut-shame me for my choice in clothing. I particularly like what I'm wearing today." Everyone cringed at the girl's words. The girl's eyes stopped shining as she turned to everyone and looked at them individually. She walked up to them and started going in a line shaking each one of their hands. "Hi! You can call me K, it's not my real name, but I don't give my name out to long dead political figures." She looked very serious even though she quickly began to laugh. She ran up to Burr looking excited. "Pardon me, but are you Aaron Burr sir?"

Burr looked confused and shook the girl's- K's hand. "Uh yes?"

The girl looked star-struck. She whispered reverently, "I've always wanted to say that." SHe cleared her throat as everyone look at her strangely. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I've never payed attention in history class and I have no manners, but I'll try to make you as comfortable as possible as I uproot your life." Everyone looked at each other nervously. "Right," she clapped her hands together. "As I said before you can call me K, and I'm the one who brought you here. You guys are from the 1800's ish? Right?" Someone tentatively nodded their head. K pumped her fist in the air. "Suck it dad! I did learn something in High School other than how to bullsit my way through and get high honors. Right so you guys are obviously not in the 1800's anymore, you're in 2017 and the US has gone to shit very quickly and I'm wondering if seeing you guys react to how you made your government, through a musical about a special someone, will help me find a way to fix our government."

"So is that why you brought us here?" Hercules voiced.

"Fuck no."

"A young lady like you should not swear as much as you do!" Washington berated. K snorted.

"I'm not your daughter Mr. President, and you're not my president. I don't have to listen to you."

Lafayette was quick to interrupt." Calm down, young miss. That doesn't matter." Lafayette smiled, and K fanned herself subtly and whispered to herself "why are boys never this fucking charming oh my god." Lafayette continued. "What matters is why did you bring us here?"

K cleared her throat and recovered. "I'm a psych major and I need a thesis paper."

"What?" Hercules pushed himself back into the conversation.

"I need a paper and how fucking cool would it be to write a paper on the major political figures of the USA have a mental breakdown right in front of me?"

"What?!"

"Chill your roll man" K shook her head, like she just hadn't admitted that she was willing to cause mental trauma to get a good grade. "God, you haven't even noticed that the man of the hour, the one this is all about, isn't here."

Everyone looked around confusedly. Lafayette, Jefferson, Washington, Burr, all candidates of who K was talking about, but they were all here. K sighed.

"It's very quiet…" She said slowly, like she was talking to idiots, and not people of incredible political prowess who could squash her. "It because someone certain is missing…

Suddenly Jefferson stood up straight and looked at K dead in the eye. "They made a musical about that buffoon and not me?"

K rolled her eyes. "No wonder we didn't."

"What buffoon?" Hercules questioned.

"Hamilton you idiots!" Jefferson screeched. Everyone erupted in chatter. K rolled her eyes, she seem fond of that.

"Is no one going to ask me why he isn't here?"

"Why isn't he here?"

"He'll be here, but after the first song, for maximum angst. After all distance make the heart grow fonder."

"I think it is, Absence makes the heart grow fonder." Jefferson said snottily. Suddenly, as if she had teleported K was on Jefferson, pushing him to the floor.

"I already think you're an asshole, and I'm the one who has all the power here. You're wrong, I'm right, always. Are we clear?" K's eyes were fiery and everyone gulped. Jefferson nodded in fear, and suddenly as if nothing had happened, K was back in her seat staring at the stage. Music began to play and K began to vibrate excitedly. "It's starting, It's starting!"

She snapped her fingers, and like magic they were all seated in a theater box. "Be quiet you guys It's starting!" No one said anything to defend themselves that they weren't speaking, but no one wanted to mess with the freaky powerful and angry girl who spoke a mile a minute and had wild hair. A man walked on stage to start the play when suddenly K screamed, "I love you Lin-Miranda! You're really cute! I like your musical!" The man looked like he had the air knocked out of him but he smiled and continued. K's eyes shined like actual stars and she was at the edge of her seat, and suddenly disappeared, leaving everyone to gape at where she once sat, but their attention was soon brought back to the stage.

"I'm proud to present, Hamilton: An American Musical!"