Fright Page #5

Ash:
I said to throw those away!

Luke (jumps):
Where the f*** was you?!

Ash (blood is dripping on his shirt): Nothing.

Tim:
Nothing? What is up with that blood?

Ash (sounds guilty): Oh nothing.

Luke:
There’s a f***ing greensuited motherf***er killing--

Ash:
You never understand people do you?

Luke:
Seems like I don’t.

Tim (putting his bag of takis down): I’m just gonna go--

Ash (pulling out his gun): The f*** you will.

Tim puts his hands up.

Tim:
I-- I--

Ash:
You’re a f***ing murderer.

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?

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