Fright Page #3

Tim:
The f*** I am. I’ve been framed!

Ash:
The DNA on the fork is yours.

Tim:
Fork?

Luke:
He uses-- You motherf***er.

Tim:
I-- I--

Ash shoots Tim’s shoulder.

Tim:
AH. MOTHERF***ER--!

Tim wakes up in his seat (his bag of takis on the ground, a cat eating them).

Tim:
Motherf***er--!

Loomis is gone and Greensuit suddenly appears behind him. Greensuit grabs Tim by the neck and stabs Tim in the chest.

Tim:
AGH-- F***!

Greensuit throws Tim to the wall and stabs him in the stomach again, but Ash runs in and shoots Greensuit in the arm. Greensuit then puts his hands up, and nods. A fork randomly falls on Ash, but not the edges, so Ash grabs it.

Ash:
Ha!

Greensuit (mysterious voice that sounds eerily similar to the scream voice): Now your DNA’s on it.

Ash:
Oh clever son of a b*tch--

Greensuit runs off, knocking Ash to the ground (he drops the knife and it stands perfectly up, stabbing Ash in the hand).

Ash:
Motherf***er! Motherf***er!

Tim gets up, and Lukembles next to Ash.

Tim:
I think we need to go to a doctor--

Tim falls onto the ground, and Ash looks at him.

Ash:
The DNA’s on the fork, The DNA’s on the fork--

Tim:
Ah chill the f*** out. I heard the f***er speak, I’ll be your alibi.

Ash:
As long as I buy Luke some drugs then I can convince him to believe me.

Luke:
I believe you.

We cut to Jamy sitting on the stairs of the school. A boy walks up to her.

Dorito:
Hey, Jamy.

Jamy:
Aye, Dor.

Dorito:
You can call me Dorito.

Jamy:
Don’t you think calling you that would be a little insulting?

Dorito:
My dad calls me that, so…>

Jamy (laughs):
That’s gotta hurt. At least you have a dad.

Dorito:
Sorry about him, I would’ve said something, but you never talk to me--

Jamy (chuckles):
I guess I don’t. I’m sorry.

Dorito:
It’s cool, I just, I don’t know anymore. I failed so I’ll be here next year.

Jamy (nodding):
Oh, That’s gotta suck.

Dorito:
Meh, Could be worse, Apparently I was close to having to repeat last year due to how bad my review scores at the beginning of the year were. They said those didn’t count anyway!

Jamy (laughing):
Well f*** you I guess.

Dorito (nodding as he chuckles somewhat awkwardly): Yeah, F*** me I guess. You find my puppet anywhere?

Jamy (laughs even harder): You have a puppet?

Dorito:
Yeah, It says f*** a lot.

Jamy:
F***?

Dorito:
Yeah, F***. I don’t know why that’s the word I made it say, but it was what I made it say.

Jamy:
Honestly hilarious.

Dorito:
Thanks, Jamy.

A song that sounds really similar to HIM’s cover of don’t fear the reaper plays (although it’s not very easy to hear).

Jamy (randomly waving her hands around): Anytime, anytime.

Dorito (putting his hand on her cheek and feeling her hair): You’re so beautiful.

Jamy (putting her hand on his hand): Thanks.

Dorito:
Wasn’t it blue a while back?

Jamy (smiling):
Yeah.

Dorito:
I like it now. It is black but a hint of brown in it.

Jamy:
My great great grandpa did too before he died, He-- He--

Dorito (putting his hand on her leg): What’s wrong?

Jamy (Looking up at him and crying): He, He--

Dorito:
What?

Jamy:
He molested me everytime I came to visit.

Dorito (mouth wide): Oh my god--

Jamy:
He is one of the oldest living people alive, in prison.

Dorito:
Well good.

Jamy (chuckles):
Yeah, I suppose.

Dorito:
You suppose?

Jamy:
I still miss him. He had a lot of good stories, he always seemed to care--

Dorito:
Everyone has good stories, My cousin, Deck Wade is like a f***ing old guy, He has so many good f***ing stories--

Jamy:
Deck Wade?

Dorito:
It sounds normal once you say it a lot.

Jamy:
It does?

Dorito:
Yeah.

Jamy:
I think I met him, He used to come to this school didn’t he?

Dorito:
He still does--

Jamy (coughing):
F***ing allergies.

Dorito:
You have allergies?

Jamy (laughing):
We all do.

Dorito:
I’m so f***ing retarded huh?

Jamy:
F*** it, I don’t know anymore--

Dorito:
Jamy?

Jamy:
Yes?

Dorito (coughing and pukes on the ground): I-- I--

Jamy:
You okay?

Dorito:
Yeah, Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to, go-- go--

Jamy:
Out?

Dorito (nervously nods): Yeah, Yeah.

Jamy:
I-- I-- I don’t know.

Dorito (Looking down on the ground): Oh. Oh. Yeah no, I’m sorry (he nervously puts his hand off her leg and other hand off cheek). I--

Jamy suddenly begins making out with Dorito.

Jamy (when they stop making out she laughs): Your breath smells like cheese and acid.

Dorito:
Well I’m sorry I need to sleep somehow!

Jamy (laughing):
Yes, I’ll go out with you.

Dorito:
Oh f*** yeah (he suddenly begins puking on the ground again)!

A man walking past them looks weirdly at them.

James:
What is going on here?

Jamy:
Oh nothing.

James:
Are you sure about that?

Jamy (nodding):
Yeah, Yeah.

James:
Doesn’t seem like nothing.

Dorito:
Just a little sick.

James:
Then why did y’all just kiss?

Dorito:
Well you sick f*** if you must know, I have strong social anxiety, so--

James:
It is sick of me to want to know?

Dorito:
Yes.

Jamy:
No, It isn’t.

James:
Thanks, Uhhh--

Jamy:
Jamy, You’re--

James:
The guy who sells the pencils.

Jamy:
Yeah.

James:
I’ve never seen y’all around.

Jamy:
Well, You’re on the other end of the building, and barely any of us go down there, so--

James (nodding):
Well, That does make sense.

Dorito:
So why do they keep you around if you don’t make much money for them?

James:
They don’t pay me, I pay rent to them to sell sh*t to little f***ers like you.

Dorito:
Hey--!

James:
Not the chick though.

Jamy:
I have a name.

James:
What is it again, honey?

Jamy:
UGH.

We cut to a girl sleeping in her bed, Greensuit crawls in her window, and hides under the bed.

Taylor (getting up): F***ing dry throat.

Taylor calls Liz, and we hear a phone ringing.

Taylor:
The hell?

She runs to grab the phone, but it won’t turn on, and Taylor’s mom asks where her phone is, Taylor grabs the phone and we cut to Neve, Taylor’s mom.

Neve:
TAYLOR?

Taylor:
NEVE?

Neve (as Taylor walks in): Don’t call your mother that.

Taylor:
You could just say “Don’t call me that.” Like a normal person would.

As Taylor hands Neve the phone, Taylor walks straight into Greensuit, who stabs her in the chest.

Taylor:
Motherfuck--

Taylor falls onto the ground, and Greensuit grabs the knife and stabs her several times as Neve looks over at him and begins screaming. Greensuit tilts his head and Neve pulls a 357. out.

Neve:
F*** YOU!

She shoots Greensuit in the chest with all the bullets, but Greensuit taps the bullet wound and then they throw the fork at her (it goes straight into her neck, causing her to fall on her stomach, causing the fork to go even further (and fully stab) her neck.

Neve:
Fu---ck you--

Greensuit walks up to her, she grabs her 357, and then crushes her skull with the boot they have on. Greensuit grunts as Taylor suddenly grabs their leg.

Taylor:
F*** YOU!

Joel, Taylor’s father suddenly runs in (Only has underwear on).

Joel:
HEY!

Greensuit twists their neck 180 degrees to look at Joel.

Joel (looks panicked and has a wide open mouth): Oh motherfuck--

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