warnings: it's not a normal meet cute script at all... it's a slasher. you're in a slasher. Happy Halloween!
Performed by Jouska over on his youtube and his patreon!
Part 2 - Slasher 101
[muffled hallway sounds]
Good morning, glasses.
[walking the halls together, background sounds, rain outside or muffled voices.]
Aw, you always look so grumpy in the morning⌠Hereâs your coffee.
What do you do on days when your first class isnât with me?
I know I donât have to bring you coffee every time⌠But Iâm picking up mine on the way so, why wouldnât I grab yours? Iâve filled like two punch cards this month because of us.
Really, itâs selfish on my part. I need that brain of yours sharp, study buddy.
YouâWait, really? [smiling] You got me a muffin?
[bag crinkle] Cranberry orange? [pretends to choke up] Glasses, you sentimental softy! You do like me!
No, no, you canât have it back. Itâs mine and I will cherish every crumb.
[pause]
[smiling] Ouch. Drink your coffee. You always like me more after your first coffee.
What?
[serious] I canât believe they still havenât figured out what happened to that girl⌠Or arrested someone. Yeah, a guy in my building disappeared last week. No, itâs probably a prank. Everyone is so freaked out and they still havenât found that couple from last month. If they ran off, someone should have heard from them by now, right?
I heard a theory that maybe the couple had something to do with Caseyâs murder and made a run for it. I donât know. It sounds like a stretch, doesnât it? Why would they run when it doesnât seem like the cops have made any connections. They hadnât even found her body when the couple disappeared.
[stop walking]
Hm? A note on the door?
If class was canceled why not send a text? I could have slept in or we could have gone to breakfast. Oh⌠glasses, we can still go to breakfast. Thereâs a diner not far fromâ Why are you opening the door? The note says weâre free!
[laughing] Checking for assignments? If we have any assignments Iâm sure weâll get an email orâŚ
[door opening, walking in]
Okay, yeah, the note on the door is pretty old school so why notâ
Oh fuck! [dropping coffee and grabbing listener]
Donât look. No, trust me.
Itâs⌠Itâs bad. Just⌠Weâre backing out of the room. Okay, glasses? Iâve got you, just, walk with me.
[door closing, hall sounds] Okay. Okay, you can open your eyes. Iâm sorry I grabbed you like that but⌠I didnât want you to see that. It wasâŚbad. Fuck. We⌠We have to get someone.
It was⌠Oh, god, I think it was that couple⌠They were propped up in the seats at the back of the room. Shit. Shit. Shit. Who the fuck wouldâŚ
What? No, Iâm not going to leave you here to guard the door. Someone⌠[whispers] Glasses, someone killed them and put them there. They werenâtâŚfresh.
Iâll stay here and make sure no one else goes in. You go find someone, okay?
Wait!
No. No, donât.
I know it was my idea! But it was a bad one.
Because someone did that and they might not be far and⌠people disappear, remember? Casey was between classes and the couple was walking to the cafeteria when they vanished. Iâm not going to send you off by yourself.
No, Iâm calling the police. You can call the office and tell someone there.
What? Oh, your hand. Sorry, yeah, there you go, just donât run off. I will chase you, glasses, and we both know you canât outrun me.
Of course, joking would be inappropriate right now. Luckily, Iâm not joking. I would sooner tackle you than let you out of my sight right now.
Thank you.
Itâs ringingâŚ
[on the phone] Hi. I⌠I think we found some bodies⌠Yeah, like the dead kind.
[sound fade]
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[dorm room, maybe rain patter outside or low music]
[sounds of someone writing or typing]
[knocking]
[stops writing]
[knocking]
[glasses hesitates to answer]
[whisper yelling through the door] Glasses! Open up! [knocking]
[unlocks and opens door]
Oh, thank god. Let me in?
[smiling] Really? Why? Because I ran through the rain with all my worldly possessions to your doorstep. Have mercy!
Please, glasses. My whole dorm building got closed down. Itâs a crime scene, I guess. They kicked everyone out.
I was going to crash at this other friends, but heâs already got three guys from my building sleeping there and I donât want to be in that dogpile.
Please? Pleasepleaseplease?
I know you donât have a roommate. I wonât get in your way. Iâll camp out on the floor. Iâm great at camping. My dad used to take me on these weeklong trips in the woods.
[door opening wide]
Yay! Thank you! I promise, you wonât even notice Iâm here.
[door closing and locking]
You are my savior! I owe you!
So, this is your room⌠Nice. This is bigger than I thought. Look at all this floor space, glasses. And you have a fluffy rug. Itâs like it was meant to be.
Huh? Oh, the crime scene⌠Yeah they⌠they found the missing guy from my building. After what we found in the classroom the other day, I guess the cops were doing a more thorough search of the whole campus with⌠[winces] cadaver dogs. They found him in one of the basement storage roomsâŚ
I donât know. I didnât see it and they werenât telling us more than that when they kicked us out of the building. I think they want to search all our rooms, like they think it was a student that did it.
I got out of there with my shit before they could start doing bag checks on the way out.
Because I was hoping to find a place to crash before everyone else I know. Somehow those guys were still ahead of meâŚ
Well, no, you werenât my first choice.
[laughs] Donât take offense! As much as you think that irritating you is my favorite hobby, itâs not. Iâm trying to make you like me and hanging my wet hoodie on your door and snoring on your floor isnât exactly the smartest move. âŚAlthough, getting to show you how I look shirtless and how cute I am when I wake up could be exactly what we need.
Maybe this was for the best.
No, not the murders, Iâm not a monster. I meant my other friendâs floor space being filled.
By the way, cute pajamas. If Iâd known we were having a slumber party, I would have at least worn something matching⌠I was in bed when they started kicking us out.
I think a bunch of them are bunking in the library.
[laughs] That does not sound like fun! It sounds drafty and creepy.
I would much rather sleep on your floor. Speaking of⌠do you have an extra blanket?
Perfect, thanks. [gasps] And a pillow? You really know how to treat a guyâŚ
You even have a mini fridge and a microwave in here! Oh, weâre set. [pause] IsâŚGlasses, is that a nightlight?
Donât hide it! Itâs too late. I already saw it. And it was shaped like the moon!
No, itâs adorable! Leave the nightlight in.
Wait, youâre still studying? Shit, I thought for sure Iâd be waking you up. No wonder youâre always such a grump in the morning. What time is your first class tomorrow? You know, assuming they donât cancel those too.
My first class isnât until ten, but I get up around seven to go for a run. Do you want to come with?
[laughs] Iâll take that look as a tentative maybeâŚ
[settling in] This actually isnât badâŚ
[glasses getting into bed. Light flicking off]
Itâs a cute nightlight.
Donât worry, glasses. Iâm sure itâll just be for one night. [yawns] But, you know, now that I know where you are and that you have your own microwave that doesnât smell like someoneâs overcooked tuna, Iâll probably be over more often.
[pause. falling asleep]
Hm? [serious. quiet] I didnât really know him. I think he lived on the first floor but Iâm not sure we ever met. âŚDo you think itâs really a serial killer like everyone is saying? I donât think theyâve been able to find any connection between the victims. Itâs like itâs just random.
No, youâre right. Somehow thatâs scarier.
I donât know. Some of my classes have already switched to online this week. I guess they could close the campus and send us home⌠Whereâs home for you, glasses?
Thatâs far away.
Um⌠My dad had a place upstate.
No, I wouldnât go home if they closed the campus.
I donât know. Maybe Iâll crash with some friends in the city and wait it out? I mean, if thereâs no one left on campus then our serial killer will have to branch out too, right?
What about you? Would you go home?
You could stick with me⌠Worst case scenario, we take that road trip we talked about.
[smiles] Okay, that road trip I talked about.
Really? Youâll consider it? Oh, glasses, youâre really into me now. [joking] Itâs kind of embarrassing⌠You were so tough and mean when we started talking.
[laughs quietly] Okay, okay, Iâm shutting up.
Good night, softy.
[stretch of muffled storm sounds]
[waking up. groggy] Glasses?
Did you turn out your nightlight?
[lamp switch flicking]
The power?
[muffled distant screams]
Yeah, I heard it.
[thump on the door]
[getting on the bed with listener]
[whispers] Shh, itâs okay. Iâm right here.
No, hang on. Itâs probably a prank. Those are the same screams you hear in the gymnasium when the lights go out. Some of the assholes from my building probably messed with the power in yours to scare people.
No, weâre not checking. Weâre going to sit right here and just give it a minute.
Because even if itâs some guys being jerks, there is an actual killer out there somewhere and you are not going out there in the dark. Itâs like, Slasher 101, glasses.
Shh, I know itâs dark.
No, donât turn the light on on your phone.
Because⌠[sighs, still whispering] Because if there is someone creeping around in the hall, they might see it shine under the door.
Yeah, you can hang onto me. Itâs going to be okay. Weâll justâ
See, the lightâs back on.
[laughter muffled through the halls]
[muffled voices in the hall outside] You guys are assholes! Go to sleep! Thatâs not funny!
[exhales a nervous laugh] See? Told you.
Yeah, Iâll admit, Iâve been with the assholes playing pranks enough times to see one comingâŚ
Hey⌠Were you crying?
Oh, shit, glasses. No, itâs okay. Here, let me clean you up. Youâre okay.
Yeah, just take a few deep breaths. Iâve got you.
Of course, Iâm staying. Iâll be right there on the floor.
Stay⌠You mean on the bed?
Yeah. Sure. Here, lay down. [smiling, trying to lighten the mood] Do you want to be little spoon or big spoon?
[settling in together] Okay?
Yeah, of course Iâm good. The only place better than your floor is your bed.
We know I can use this place to do whatever, right?
Here's what I'm gonna do today.
Since the beginning of this week I have this really uncomfortable feeling growing up inside me. Could be anxiety spiced up with some guilt of not doing the things i should have done when it's needed to be done. Now I may or may not be able to continue with my master's degree education.
I don't even know what I'm supposed to do at this point. I feel the guilt, I feel this disgusting anxiety filling up my being to the point I'm drowning in it. I know I should have done something when I had the time. I know that. But I just couldn't. And I'm trying to solve that about myself. There is a thing in me idk what to call IT, but IT is just keeping me from things like this. A very dark creature...
IT knows that I am aware of the things i need to do yet IT just stops me. And what makes this experience more frightening is realising all that in real time, as it happens.
I know IT is in there, I know what I need to do, but I don't know how to deal with IT. I don't know how to overcome IT. Every encounter with IT feels like a war that I'm ending up losing until the very end of things.
I feel lost, alone in the battlefield trying to find my way out of the chaos. My concerns eating me out. I am not sure how to win this thing over. I don't feel like talking about it or listening to other people's advice works. I don't really feel understood.
When I lose the wars in me, I seem to lose the reins of my life a bit. And it terrifies me to not to know, to lose the ability to control my own life, to be a disappointment, or to be a failure.
Failure
Failing to do something. This might be my one of the biggest fears in life. And it's not like I was a perfect person to begin with. I failed at so many things. But at the end I always had something I didn't fail, I always saw myself as an average person, sometimes I excelled at things too.
IT locks my mental, makes me fail at things I know I could have done better. Saying it like that maybe sounds like a bunch of excuses for my failures but I do know all of these and everyday the guilt is building inside me waiting for me to fail to drown me in it.
I just want to feel a bit relaxed, a bit peaceful. Sadness comes over to me, anxiety fills up my stomach churning it, making me feel sick, not letting me eat anything. Just sitting there burning me away from the inside.
I can't distract myself. I can't take any minute to breathe. Anxiety comes running back in to my thoughts if I get distracted even for just a second. I need to constantly think about things but somehow my thoughts always take me to my anxiety. I don't wanna do anything I just wanna be, without interaction, without thoughts to run through my had. I. Just. Wanna. Be.
I want some peace and quiet. I want to just get over and done with it
The book is a crime/thriller. And there is a whole chapter of a woman -naked- fishing in the Florida in the middle of nowhere, all alone. And might I add just after she get a cryptic message saying
"Found you"
Also throughout the novel it is implied that it is not safe anywhere thus she carries a gun with her everywhere like even to her job.
I kinda get that the writer is trying to create the uneasy feeling in the reader but like really?
I don't know what you think but I think it is a good example of a man-writes-women. I would not think there are any women out there that would go fishing NAKED immediately after getting a threatening note to her house which she is so secretive about.
If there are any women that can help me solve this pls help, I would like to know if any of you would do this irl.
after a long day of doing laundry for the entire neighborhood, i walk into my kitchen and cook an amazing gourmet feast, which i then eat entirely while crouched in the corner set aside for dining. afterwards, i tuck my son into solitary confinement before making the long trek down the master bedroom hallway to bed, where i settle in with my wife who just finished bathing in our second bathroom's indoor swimming pool
I need to write a "scientific" paper about Tolstoy's Confession.
Which is both really relatable, since the mid-life crisis, and agonizing, cuz idk how to apply the science logic in my brain to a social science thingy and i am not that good at understanding the philosophy of things behind the words.
Last time I saw someone say that their therapist knows so much about them yet they don't know anything about their therapist
Since I started my therapy recently I kinda expected this kind of thing to happen to me too. Yet I now know my therapist has a younger brother and divorced parents who are remarried (obviously to someone else), they are maybe married/engaged and have some issues with their father...
I personally think people need to understand that if someone hasnât wronged you or anyone else, you should NOT dislike them. You donât have to like them; just remain neutral.
nope! this is the kind of attitude the leads to you picking apart every little thing a person does digging through their past for dirt and problematizing everything about them, exaggerating harm, assuming the worst about them, putting words in their mouth, etc, to justify the fact that you simply donât vibe with them when the truth is that you will not get along with everybody you meet in life and itâs extremely possible to be civil to someone you donât like. you donât have to be friends with everybody its fine. itâs certainly nicer than falsely accusing them of some heinous shit rather than admit that youâre not some Disney princess whoâs never had an unfairly mean thought in her life and loves everybody and sings with little birdies and is never bitchy or irritable. sometimes you get annoyed for stupid reasons and understanding that your personal feelings about a person arenât necessarily related to their morals or worthiness as a human being is the first step to being a civil adult.
For one of my courses, I need to make a presentation with someone else and before that i need to contact to that someone else but the point is i don't know the person so i am just gonna waste my time preparing the whole presentation and when the time comes and we have to contact each other i would be ready either way.
[this one is not finished, it is not maybe even the final first chapter for the story]
It wasnât an ordinary day. But he didnât know that yet. At that point in time, it all seemed pretty normal to him. He was just about to finish his shift. Just a couple more patients and all the work were done.
           After logging the last patientâs information to the computer, he stretched in his chair. He was sitting in the same position for a while now and all off his limbs felt a bit numb. After the stretch he slowly stood up. While taking of his white coat a silent buzzing from his pocket surprised him. Hanging his coat, he reached to his pocket to see the cause of the noise.
           1 new message â Felix
           Reading the message, he picked up his pace quickly and finished his remaining tasks. The message wasnât so out of the ordinary for a Friday afternoon like this. It was simply a reminder of the end of the week. He and a couple of his friends met up every Friday, grab a couple of drinks and chat the night away.
           With a soft âdingâ noise doors of the lift opened in front of him. He dashed out of the lift to the parking lot where he parked his lovely little Audi. It was quiet it the parking lot, eerily quiet for a Friday afternoon. However odd it was, he just shrugged it and get in his car.
           Inside his beauty -it was somehow the name of the car, only he knew-, he attempted to start the engine, but it was dead. Trying a couple more times he gave up and get out to check if something was wrong. Whilst checking nothing seemed wrong but he couldnât just start the car somehow. Deciding it was best to leave it and come back later he took out his phone to call a friend to tell them to pick him up on the way.
           Later his friend from the same hospital came to pick him up. His friend was staying back finishing some last-minute errands when he called.
           âWhatâs up with your car?â asked his friend.
           âI really donât know what happened, she was just fine in the morning.â
           âWell, you could just call for the car service, leave the keys to the security and we can go on our merry way. You probably wouldnât be able to use your car tonight anyway since we will be drinkingâ
           âIt is best they fix her when Iâm there letâs just leave, Iâll handle it tomorrow morning.â
           They hit the road and onto the traffic jam quickly. The traffic was normally slow at the main road when it was a Friday afternoon, yet that day it appeared much more slower than usual. Driving slowly, they reach to the reason of the traffic jam. Sirens going off was much more of an apparent reason to understand what was going on. There was an accident on the road. Two cars crashed into each other neither of them was in a good state.
           âIs there even a person alive in there after the crashâ he wondered. There really wasnât anything to make one think that it was two cars. One of them was crushed that brutally that even the car frame wasnât there. About 200 meters away from the crash site, there were two people laying in blood on the road. One was looking like a teenager while the other looked to be much older. Since there were so much blood it was hard to pick out their identities. They drive by slowly the last person laying on the road when his friend asked.
           âWhat a horrible thing. You think anyone come out alive from that?â
           âIt did seem pretty bad. Even if a person was to come out alive, one of us will probably be called back soon.â
           âIt would be a miracle though; you know someone coming out alive from that wreak.â
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From your secret admirer...
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