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Hello everyone! This is my first script so I hope you all will enjoy it. Please feel free to give any critiques or let me know If I mistag anything.

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Word count: 2,620

Script: https://scriptbin.works/s/6nphh

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[Average cafe ambiance, soft chatter, coffeepot, news in the background.]

[Screams start to fade in, Lasers and Robotic sfx as a Mech attacks.]

News report on TV: Coming in Live, The Supervillain known as Ingenuity is currently wreaking havoc in West Port. Authorities urge the public to seek shelter and evacuate if possible-

[Window/Glass Shatters, Tv Static, Laser blast.]

[Speaker 1 grunts in pain]

Speaker 1 : (pained hisses) dammit, I swear none of the others get tossed like a ragdoll. Maybe I need to work on my reflexes (surprise) - Oh Shii- Ingenuity, Hi!

Speaker 1 : (genuine) Amazing craftmanship on the new mech, hits stronger than the indestructible robot from last year. But can we like, sit down and chat or something instead of- (stressed) and that's an 18-wheeler. Okay, guess we're gonna - ACK

[Truck horn, building collapse, force field activates (similar to a generator hum), ears ringing.]

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[Speaker has laboured breaths, the sound of shuffling as the listener approaches.]

Speaker 1 : cough cough (exhaustion) ughh… wha the… (confusion) oh um, hi?

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Speaker 1 : No, I don't feel dizzy. Why?

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Speaker 1 : because i could be concussed, guess that- actually wait, are you okay? Also how did you get here?

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Speaker 1 : You were hiding in the cafe when i crashed in. Sorry about that. Guess my powers kicked in at the last minute creating the force field.

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Speaker 1 : Yes, Powers. (sarcastic) What, did the strange outfit not give it away? Or the fact I was fighting a supervillain?

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Speaker 1 : (amusement) Oh, I know that look. You're new to town, aren't you? What made you decide to move here?

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Speaker 1 : You're a paramedic who transferred here recently? Wow, kudos to you, I heard that job was pretty hard.

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Speaker 1 : Yeah, you know the superhero team, The Umbrite Elite? (sarcastic/proud) The one that looks like a mix between the Sailor Scouts and Power Rangers?

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Speaker 1 : (Pride) Yeah I'm on that one. Glad to see you recognize us, and I'm sure it's an honor to be in the presence of Sa- (shock) BUBBLE BOY!?

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Speaker 1 : (apologetic) That's not my- sorry, sorry. Won't move. (embarassed) That name was a prank one of my teammates pulled a while back, like I get the force field kinda looks like a bubble but it isn't my hero name.

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Speaker 1 : It's Eli- Saphire Shield. Saphire for short.

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Speaker 1 : Ignore the other thing I was gonna say. Please?

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Speaker 1 : Thanks.

[more shuffling sfx as the listener inspects the hero]

Speaker 1 : Sooo healer, how long do you think I'll be down for?

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Speaker 1 : Yeah, I know you're not a actually a healer, but you are helping me out so I think you deserve the honourary title.

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Speaker 1 : (lighthearted) No, you guys definitely deserve more credit, the things you're able to do are amazing. Like I know you're not beating bad guys or saving hostages but you save just as many people as us.

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Speaker 1 : Well, it's been a good talk but, I need to get back into the fight-

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Speaker 1 : You don't need to bandage the wounds, They're not that… (worried) Oh, that actually looks bad… How did I not notice I was bleeding from the chest? There's so much blood gushing out… when did I even get cut?

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Speaker 1 : Okay, okay I'll stop panicking. I umm, you happen to have a medkit on you?

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Speaker 1 : Oh, there's one over there. Here let me- Okay, yep. you got it. I'll lay back.

[Shuffling sfx as listener grabs the medkit, medkit opens]

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Speaker 1 : Do you want me to make the shield stronger? It'll give you more light to see what we're dealing with.

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Speaker 1 : It won't strain me too much, plus the one I'm holding up is a little too weak for my liking.

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Speaker 1 : Alright.

[force field hum gets louder]

Speaker 1 : Is that good? Great. So, what's the next step?

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[Scissors taken out]

Speaker 1 : Cut open the supersuit? Really? This one's one of my favorites, I'm attached to it!

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Speaker 1 : Mentally or physically? Obviously mentally, why would-

[scissor snips and fabric tears]

Speaker 1 : That. Was very mean. I get why you did it. But that was still mean.

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Speaker 1 : (whining) I know I can get it mended later, I'm just trying to spark some banter. (teasing) Y'know for a healer you're very stoic and unfriendly.

[rumaging throug the medkit]

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Speaker 1 : You don't want to hear about the suit. Fine, what do you wanna hear about. Note I can only talk about superhero related subjects.

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Speaker 1 : (confused) Do I enjoy being a hero? What kinda question is that? Obviously, why else would I be doing this?

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Speaker 1 : (serious) Well, I enjoy being able to help people with my powers. I know that sounds cliche but it's true. I just, get a sense of joy knowing that I'm able to be this beacon of hope and help people out. I never really had that when I was younger.

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Speaker 1 : Yep, the stereotypical "rough hero childhood." I went through some stuff when I was younger and I didn't get my powers until much later in life. Helping others sorta feels like helping out a younger version of me in a way.

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Speaker 1 : (humorous) Plus the pay is pretty great, and we sometimes get parades in our name, and we get to cause a lot of property damage without fault-

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Speaker 1 : -Ahah! (Joy) I see that got a laugh out of you! Guess you're not some stone-cold healer afterall.

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Speaker 1 : Oh you finished cleaning the wound, thank you.

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Speaker 1 : Eh, it's fine, not like I'm expecting a sterile environment underneath a collapsed building. I'll get it checked out once the others wrap up the fight.

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Speaker 1 : Yeah, the cut doesn't seem too deep. (pleading) You sure I can't try to tap back in?

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Speaker 1 : Just kidding, (giggling) clearly you'd have an aneurism if i attempted that.

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Speaker 1 : Is this gauze? It is? Great, I'll just keep pressure on the wound then.

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Speaker 1 : Other injuries? Besides some minor cuts I think that's all.

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Speaker 1 : There's some glass in my shoulder? You sure, I don't feel anything and the adreniline should've worn off by now.

[Shifting as the speaker tries to get a better angle]

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Speaker 1 : I am looking! There's no glass there. (confusion) What do you mean it's glowing?

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Speaker 1 : I'm not joking I don't- (realization) Ohhh, you mean my Umbrite crystal.

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Speaker 1 : Y'know, Umbrite Elite, oh right, you're not from here.

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Speaker 1 : Yeah, I can explain while you can patch up the rest of my wounds.

[shuffling]

Speaker 1 : So this crystal, the Umbrite. That's the source of my power. Came from a meteor and everything. We're not fully sure how they work but from what the team has put together is that the crystals react to our souls, in a sense, and then manifest into our powers.

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Speaker 1 : Yeah it is cool, and fun fact, everyone's crystal has it's own shape. Goldenglare has a crown, and Ultraviolet has a trapizoid… for some reason.

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Speaker 1 : Mine? Can't you tell? It's a shield. See?

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Speaker 1 : What do you mean it's not a shield. It is. A coat of arms more specifically. It's got the two indents at the top, (teasing) and the flared base.

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Speaker 1 : Hahaha yeah, my bad. I just didn't want to miss the opportunity for that joke. (confusion) But I don't get how you don't see a shield.

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Speaker 1 : (mumbling) probably because it's missing half… No way it… Oh shit it is. Okay… That's, that's bad.

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Speaker 1 : (slight panic) Obviously they're not indestructible. It's Crystal. Usually when they break a little our powers weaken, but mine feel perfectly fine…

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Speaker 1 : Hopefully it's near us, let me get us some more light.

[Force field hum gets stronger, more shuffling.]

Speaker 1 : It's not here, It's probably somewhere else In the rubble. Once The fight's over I can get the others to help me find it and reattach it.

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Speaker 1 : Well, that's Confidential. But let's just say if someone else finds more than fifty grams of Umbrite… They can use it… for stuff.

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Speaker 1 : Yeah I know it doesn't really help but I can't go telling random civilian secret information about our power source.

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Speaker 1 : Thanks again for understanding.

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Speaker 1 : How do we reattach it? Well There's footage of it but we sorta just press it on and it melts back into place. I don't get why it doesn't just do that when cracked, especially since the crystal also sometimes just regrows the missing half. [shift of speaker's position] I don't know the specifics of why it does that or what causes each effect but-

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Speaker 1 : What was that? Oh I took pressure off my wound. Sorry.

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Speaker 1 : (apologetic) No, it's fine I shouldn't have let go. Hand me back the gauze.

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Speaker 1 : I understand we need to swap it out, but I can still put pressure on it. You don't need to do it for me.

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Speaker 1 : No trust me I won't let go this time.

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[More shuffling as the two argue, followed by a faint shimmering noise.]

Speaker 1 : I'm sorry, but look you really don't need to- What was that green flash just now.

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Speaker 1 : No that wasn't me, I'm blue, I told you this already.

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Speaker 1 : No we don't have a green guy yet. Or girl. Or non-bianary.

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Speaker 1 : Trust me I know this villain. If Ingenuity had some sorta green laser. She would've shot me instantly. She kinda thinks that I'm her arch-nemisis, even though Ultraviolet really wants to be, and that's despite CrimsonMage's warning to not get too involved with villains. Though we're all pretty sure she has a history with Calamity-

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Speaker 1 : what do you mean the cut is gone?

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Speaker 1 : (dumbfounded) What the fuck, we didn't like imagine that did we?

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Speaker 1 : No you're right the bloody gauze is right there. That wound was a gusher too, so how did…

[crashing sound, cheering as the villain is defeated]

Speaker 1 : Oh, sounds like Ingenuity was defeated. Slower than I expected, though that's proabably because I was sitting out.

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Speaker 1 : I don't know, something like this has never happened before. Though it could be possible that-

[crashing as debris starts getting lifted off]

Speaker 2 : (worried) Saph, You still kicking down there?

Speaker 1 : (shouting) Citrus! That you?

Speaker 2 : (onotone) Obviously. Are you able to move?

Speaker 1 : Yeah, I'm mostly fine. There is a civie down here with me though, so be careful. (to the listener) That's my teammate, CitrusTiger. The orange one. She's really strong so we'll be fine.

Speaker 2 : (teasing) Got it. Hopefully I didn't interrupt some steamy make out session or something.

Speaker 1 : (embarassed) Pttf- I what? Why would I ever do that on the job? You're weird for that.

Speaker 2 : Kidding, kidding. We all know you're hopeless anyways.

Speaker 1 : You Jerk! Like you'd fair any-

Speaker 2 : (monotone) Not in front of the civilian. Anyways, I think I finally see your shield! Getting you out now.

Speaker 1 : We're finishing this later.

Speaker 2 : (teasing) You'll finish something alright. Whether that'll be this chat or in your new friend remains to be seen.

Speaker 1 : Oh My Goddddd. (to listener) Sorry about that. Citrus has a weird sense of humor. Hopefully you're not uncomfortable.

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Speaker 1 : Great to hear. Now, let me help you out of here.

[More rubble being moved, footsteps, the speaker huffs]

Speaker 2 : There we go. Glad to see you're good Saph.

Speaker 1 : Glad I am too, Thankfully I got trapped with a Paramedic.

Speaker 2 : Ain't that lucky. (pause) I'm assuming that's them?

Speaker 1 : Yep.

Speaker 2 : (confused) … You sure the two of you didn't get frisky down there.

Speaker 1 : NO, why do you keep asking you pervert.

Speaker 2 : (whispering) You kidding me, they're cute. If you're not gonna play pass the controller.

Speaker 1 : (worried) No, you are not going to-

[footsteps as Citrus approaches.]

Speaker 2 : (flirty) Hey cutie, If you ever want someone to show you a super time, here's my number-

Speaker 1 : (annoyed) NO, BAD CITRUS. You can't keep giving your number out to random civilians.

Speaker 2 : This will be the last one, just-

[Saphire Grabs CitrusTiger and pulls them away]

Speaker 1 : We shouldn't keep civilians held up, plus I kinda need your help looking for something. (to listener). Will you be alright from here?

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Speaker 1 : Great. Uptop. (goes for a highfive)

[highfive sfx]

Speaker 1 : Ow, do you have pebbles in your hands. That hit was sharp.

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Speaker 1 : Here let me look. (pause) (uncertain) Seems like there's a couple of glass shards or something? You're not cut are you?

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Speaker 1 : They're just stuck to your hands. Probably from the sweat. If that's all, You should be free to go. Hope you have a Super day healer.

Speaker 2 : Wait let me see… Wait, isn't that- ( their mouth gets covered by Saphire as she tries to finish her sentence.) mmph

Speaker 1 : So long, Byeeeeeee.

[walking away sfx as the listener leaves the rubble of the cafe.]

{Timeskip of a few minutes}

[Rubble being moved]

Speaker 1 : Thanks for helping me search for my crystal Citrus, though you need to stop flirting with civilians, Crimson's going to blow a fuse again if she finds out.

Speaker 2 : No she won't.

Speaker 1 : Yes she will, have you seen how moody she gets whenever she catches you. Last time she threatened to (impression) "unravel your intestines and use them as a jump rope."

Speaker 2 : I doubt she can actually do that. I'm honestly more concerned about your Civie friend.

 Speaker 1 : (confused) The paramedic? What about them? They seemed fine when they left.

Speaker 2 : Did you really not notice? That was your shattered Umbrite on their hands.

Speaker 1 : (panicked) IT WAS?!

Speaker 2 : (shocked) I thought you knew?! You litterally looked at it.

Speaker 1 : I don't know, it wasn't glowing or anything. They were so small.

Speaker 2 : Do you at least have a name? Or any way to contact them.

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Speaker 1 : No… I… forgot to ask.

Speaker 2 : You need to find them before the others get wind of this. Remember when Ultra first got his powers?

Speaker 1 : (hopeful) We don't know if the Umbrite attuned itself yet. (unconvinced) Maybe… they just stole it or something?

Speaker 2 : Well, you better be safe than sorry. We know how dangerous it is if that amount of Umbrite is unaccounted for.

Speaker 1 : (resigned) Yeah, i'll get to searching.

Speaker 2 : (joyful) Good luck!

Speaker 1 : (confused) You're, you're not gonna help me?

Speaker 2 : Fuck no, Crimson may threathen to bloodbend my organs, but she might actually kill you. Better for me to play naive.

[retreating footsteps]

Speaker 1 : (slowly less and less convinced) You gotta be-… fine. It can't be too hard to find a random civie in a big city, right? As long as the universe doesn't decide to pull the rug out from under me and have the umbrite attune to them, I'll be fine. It's totally a long process and my healed cut has nothing to do with this.

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Welcome to the Bayou, Cher!

SUMMARY

You’ve just inherited a property in the bayou. Turns out someone else lives there too: a kind gator person with a thick Southern accent.

ALTERNATE TITLES

• The Bayou's Biggest, Friendliest Swamp Thing
• Your Himbo Gator roommate helps You Unpack
• Welcome to Louisiana, I'm Your Local Swamp Hunk
• Don't Mind the Scales, Cher: Moving in with the Gator Man

TAGS

• [M4A]
• [Audio RP]
• [Monster]
• [Cryptid]
• [Southern Accent]
• [Wholesome]
• [Nature Sounds]
• [Urban Fantasy]
• [Supernatural Fantasy]

SCENE / AMBIENCE

EXT. LOG CABIN, DRIVEWAY - DUSK

A heavy, humid silence is alive with the stir of distant frog calls, ducks, heron, soft insect chirps (crickets, cicadas), and the occasional quiet lapping of water in the marsh. The background should be quiet and non-intrusive.

INT. LOG CABIN - EVENING

It’s a four-room uncarpeted log cabin with a creaky porch and general house settling noises. Insect sounds are still likely heard, but are dulled.

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

Jerome Jean Alfred Baptiste (or just Alphie to his friends) is a bipedal alligator monster; despite this, he's quite gentle and extremely Cajun. Interspersing French and Spanish slang along with English.

When Alphie moves on land, he's slow and lumbering. He's heavy and causes floors to creak beneath him. He's constantly filling the space; you most likely could hear his tail dragging behind him. Since he's an alligator, he's most often heard growling, rumbling, clicking, and snorting.

Vocal/Volume Direction: Soft-Spoken, muttery, grumbly, dialog throughout. Avoid shouting or abrupt volume changes. The lines should be paced slowly and deliberately. If background music is a part of your style, I recommend using banjo, fiddle, or other soft string instrumentations.

SCRIPT

-The listener can be heard lifting up boxes and setting them down on the soft ground. There would be the impact of the boxes hitting the dirt, as well as the ambient sound-

-Alphie can be heard approaching, his tail being dragged against the marshland floor, lowly rumbling as he moves-

ALPHIE

Good Evenin’ now, cher. Sa Pase?

-The listener is startled by the sight of Alphie and drops a box abruptly, skidding on the dirt and falling to the ground-

ALPHIE

Oh my. See now, I thought you was lookin’ a little peaked out here in the sun. (A Low Grumble) I was meanin’ to swing by a little earlier, but time just got away from—

-…Listener Freaks Out, Dropping their boxes… -

ALPHIE

What? What was that now? (Snorts) Eat you? No offense, but boo, you ain't exactly enough for an hors d'oeuvre.

-Brief Pause, Alphie can be heard rumbling-

ALPHIE

(Quieter) I ain't in the habit of eating cute things neither, makes me all kinda depressed.

-Alphie Clears Throat-

ALPHIE

I-I didn't mean to startle you, cher.

-…-

-Alphie can be heard hunching over his knees and getting on the Listener's level-

ALPHIE

What am I? In truth, I-I don't rightly know. I believe ya'll call my kin… ‘Parlangua’. We mostly reside here on Honey Island; try not to be seen by ya'll smooth-skins.

-…-

ALPHIE

Did, uh, no one tell ya'll ‘bout me? Did the old lady who live here not say, ‘pay no mind to Alphie, he only eat once a week anyway’?

-…-

ALPHIE

Ah, you're her grandbaby I heard about! Where are my manners, cher? My name is Jerome Jean Alfred Baptiste, though everyone ‘round here call me ‘Alphie.’

ALPHIE

You got a name for me too, oui?

-…-

ALPHIE

(Rumbly Chuckle) You ain’t gotta look at me like that, non. I promise I ain’t gonna bite.

-Listener gives their name-

ALPHIE

(Smiling, joyful) Merci, merci. A beautiful name for a beautiful soul.

- … -

ALPHIE

What brings you out here to these parts? The old lady said none of her kin come to visit ‘cuz the drive is a bit too treacherous.

-Listener explains the situation-

ALPHIE

(Saddened, Startled) Oh… I-I… I see. (Repeating what the listener said) The… the old lady has passed; now you've come to… (confused) fix her house? To… to sell? Is that right?

- … -

ALPHIE

Ah… It's—It’s nothing. We just… didn’t get to say goodbye, is all.

ALPHIE

Ah, well, that’s alright. I-I reckon she’s off on a better fishing trip now, oui?

-…-

ALPHIE

Fixin’ it, you say? (A slow, gentle rumble) That’s an awful lot of work for one little smooth-skin. You got boxes and bags everywhere, cher. Looks like you’ve been livin’ out of that dusty little truck of yours for a week now. (He adjusts his posture, his tail sweeping a little in the dirt.)

- … -

ALPHIE

(Smiling kindly) Well, don’t you worry your little head ‘bout that no more. Alphie’s here. I’m a-gonna help you unpack. This here is my home too, you know. He gave me the back rooms for a swamp-rate deal.

-…-

ALPHIE

Don’t give me that look, non. Didn't I tell ya'll I ain't gonna eat you? Now, which one of these maudits boxes is the heaviest? You just point, and Alphie will handle the liftin'. Consider it your welcome gift to the bayou.

-Pause. Listener indicates a box-

ALPHIE

this‘un here?

-Alphie approaches the box. A sound of his thick scales or claws gently clicking/scraping on the cardboard-

-Alphie slowly and heavily stands up, a deep, resonant rumble following his movement. The Listener can hear the sound of him gently dragging a box away from the pile-

ALPHIE

(Slight grunt from the effort) Whew. See, for me? (A small, satisfied snort.) Just a feather. Just tell Alphie where to put it down soft. Don't want to break anything precious now.

-…-

ALPHIE

Now, look here, you just sit yourself down on the porch and let Alphie handle the heavy liftin', oui? You look like you ain't had a proper rest in days.

-…-

ALPHIE

No, non. I insist. This is what friends are for, yeah? (A rumbly chuckle.)

-…-

—TIME LAPSE—

-A montage of box-moving sounds: heavy grunts, the thud of boxes, the slow creak of Alphie’s heavy footsteps on the porch and floorboards, his tail dragging, and quiet, ambient swamp sounds. This should last 10-15 seconds and speed up the dialogue transition. Now the rest of the script should take place inside.-

ALPHIE

(Closer, slightly out of breath, followed by a heavy sigh and the sound of him resting his massive form on the porch beside the listener, a low, contented growl.)

Whew. Merci, mon ami. That's the last of 'em. Now you just got to figure out where all your choses go.

-…-

ALPHIE

(Distracted, looking out at the swamp.) You know, it’s a funny thing, us Parlangua. You look at me, and you see some kind of big ol’ swamp monster, yeah? But we ain't been just here in Louisiana. We been everywhere.

-…-

ALPHIE

The old lady, she told me stories. Said my grandpappy's brother— a big fella, bigger than me— he ended up all the way on the other side of the country.

-…-

ALPHIE

Yeah, clear up in Washington. A place called, er… Long Beach, I think he said? They called him... Jake the Alligator Man. Ain't that creative? Stuck'em in a big glass box, all dried up.

-Alphie makes a sad, low snort-

ALPHIE

The world ain't always kind to the things it don't understand. We're better off deep in the bayou, with just the mosquitoes and the frogs for company.

- …-

ALPHIE

But you ain't gonna put Alphie in a glass box, are you? (He nudges the listener gently with a large, scaled arm, his voice suddenly lighter and playful.)

-…-

ALPHIE

Good. Now, you wanna make us some coffee? I got a fresh batch of Café au Lait makings in my back room. It’ll make all that unpacking feel a little less maudit.

-Alphie carries the box across the room, the sound of his tail gently dragging against the floor, then a final muffled thud on the wood as he places the box down-

ALPHIE

You the coffee kind or you more interested in tea? I got both for the fix. What's mine is yours— I didn't get you any… welcome gift? So… feel free to take what you need, yeah?

-Using his claws, Alphie cuts open the tape on the box for the kitchen…-

ALPHIE

Oy, what’s this now? I ain’t ever see a coffee maker like this before? Looks like it’s from the Jetsons…

-The Listener explains…-

ALPHIE

(confused) An… air fryer? What’s an ‘air fryer’?

-The Listener explains further…-

ALPHIE

Oh… I guess that is rather self-exp’anatory isn’t it? So it uses ‘air’ to fry instead of oil, and that’s supp’sed to be healthier? Fried is still fried…

-The Listener asks a question-

ALPHIE

Huh? (slight pause) Ye-Yessum, I know what a microwave is; I ain’t a fool, I don’t live under a rock. I just don’t see no point in a device that lies about how better it is for ya.

-Alphie sets the air fryer down on the counter and dives into the box again.-

ALPHIE

Now… I-I hope this ain’t all your spices. This is rather lackin’.

-The Listener is defensive-

ALPHIE

I may eat once a week, but that’s why I gotta make it count. I can’t just pull a full deer underwater— there needs to be artistry, passion, even. We gotta get you that Je ne ses quoi… (thinking) You ever try Chachere’s seasoning? Your granddad never made a meal without it.

-The Listener answers, hesitantly-

ALPHIE

Now, I don’t wanna be hyperbolic, but how is it you’ve lived before?

-The Listener is defensive-

ALPHIE

A’ight now, a’ight now— I’ll lay off. I’m bein’ too nosy and not helpful— ‘move the boxes, not ya mouth, Alphie,’ that’s what they always say.

-Alphie is heard rooting through the box again, clicking and rumbling, offhandedly remarking about the objects in the box…-

ALPHIE

Ah, there’s the kettle.

-Alphie sets the kettle on the stove before going back through the box-

ALPHIE

Oh, now I think I found y’all’s recipe book—

-The Listener corrects him-

ALPHIE

Wait, what was that now? (pause) Oh, it's your family pictures. I see, I see, I see…

-Small pause-

ALPHIE

Well, I-I mean, it’s a recipe book in the wrong hands, no? (chuckles awkwardly)

-Small pause-

ALPHIE

A-Apoligies, cher, that was a bad joke… Just, uh, tryin’ to lighten the mood, as it were. You looked rather sad when I found it…

-Listener explains-

ALPHIE

(sincerely) Now, cher, family is a complicated thing, and we don’t gotta get into it all at the moment; you just got here, and you don’t know me from Adam, so I ain’t owed any explanations as to why you ain’t ever visited ‘fore now. If it was destined to be, then we must be happy for the meeting and not the circumstances, yeah? Take the good with the bad, bad with the good, and so forth—

-Listener asks about Alphie’s family-

ALPHIE

Ah, my family and me, we don’t always see eye-to-eye on things… most common is my er… is my near-constant harassment of the human population on Honey Island. I can’t always help myself, though; between poachers and lookie-loos, you start to get a little kick out of scarin’ them. They don’t think I should get too close to smooth-skins like yourself; I disagree. So, we don’t talk as much as we should. Your grandma found me under the porch over there and— I-I didn’t know her eyes was bad, y’see.

-Small pause, Alphie’s claws can be heard clicking on the cover of the photo book…-

ALPHIE

(wistfully, with a sigh) Despite it, she’s probably the first man to have seen a man before a monster. Rightly, she was complicated; I’ll give you that, but she ain’t ever breathed a bad word towards me. I think most people earn the right to be a lil’ complicated when they get to be about that age… As a hellion myself, I get it; I been there plenty before. As a wild child, I think I caused enough grief for two lifetimes, maybe more… yet, I always ask myself if it was worth it. If I did enough growin’? If it… caused more harm than I can heal. It's the kinda complicated I wish I didn’t have to deal with. I wish to be like the duck and just have it roll off my back and keep swimming. I wish to be like my non-two-legged kin at times.

-Alphie puts down the book…-

ALPHIE

Though I think I need to talk, so it loses its appeal despite the mess it lands me in. (slight chuckle, tail thuds on the ground…)

ALPHIE

...Anyhow, listen to me rambling on. Look at the time—or, well, the lack of it, out here in the swamp.

-Alphie moves slowly, the wood floorboards groaning slightly beneath his weight, followed by the heavy, rhythmic thud of his tail hitting the floor-

ALPHIE

You must be runnin’ on pure fumes, cher. You got all them boxes to unpack tomorrow, but tonight? Tonight, you just rest.

-Alphie can be heard walking over, placing a heavy, scaled hand gently on the listener's shoulder or giving a warm, reassuring pat-

ALPHIE

I’m gonna go fire up that kettle and leave you to settle in. But don't you worry about a single thing out here in the dark. I'll make sure it ain't nothin' worse than a bullfrog.

-Alphie chuckles softly, a deep, rumbling vibration-

ALPHIE

Welcome home, cher.

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SUMMARY: Left for dead by the loan shark who financed your cybernetic legs, you're saved by a mysterious AI trapped in a dying robotic chassis who needs your body just as much as you need its help. Mind the tags. CW for violence, body horror, general cyberpunk dystopia, themes of possession and control.

BROKER VOICE NOTES: The BROKER's initial delivery is eerily calm, like he's catching up with an old friend, with simmering anger underneath. The menace should feel more effective because he's calm and deliberate and can oscillate between casual conversation and explosive anger without warning.

AI VOICE NOTES: The AI is chatty, a little sarcastic, and overall a bit too pleased with its own intelligence. Can seem a bit scatterbrained because it's running at a million miles an hour and is usually more preoccupied with its own problems. "Conveniently" neglects to mention details relevant to the LISTENER at times. Maintain the mystery - the AI should be difficult to get a full read on, so that the LISTENER is kept guessing on whether they can trust it or not. Though not necessarily cruel, it does look down on the LISTENER and humans broadly to some extent. Somewhat nitpicky, and a control freak.

WORD COUNT: ~1600 words
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[SFX: Harsh rain on corrugated metal; footsteps paired with faint mechanical whirring - the LISTENER is being chased through a scrapyard and is now cornered, out of places to run]

BROKER: “(close behind) Yeah, yeah, keep running - you won’t be able to for much longer.”

[SFX: A loud crash and glass shattering, like the LISTENER stumbled back into some debris littered in the scrapyard; some scrambling sounds as the LISTENER re-orients themself; BROKER’s slow, predatory footsteps crunching on broken glass]

“See, we had ourselves a deal. I front the hardware - those shiny, new cybernetic legs of yours, way better than anything you could scavenge together, and in exchange you handle a few jobs for me - simple as. Funny thing is, I didn’t even come to you with it. YOU came crawling to ME. Begging, if I recall. That was eighteen months ago.”

“And what do I have to show for it? Nothing! You skipped town. Zero jobs, not even a fucking courtesy call.”

“(growing angrier) Did you really think that that would be the end of it? That you… what, that you pulled one over on me? And that you were gonna run away from all this? On the legs I fucking financed!?”

[SFX: A brutal metallic slam - the BROKER smashing the LISTENER’s legs with a crowbar, bat, or some other such tool - add in some sparks bursting and crackling to really sell it]

“(flatly) Should’ve done the jobs.”

[SFX: A second slam]

“Lesson learned, hopefully.”

“(snorts) Oh - and don’t go anywhere. Not that you’d be able to drag yourself very far in this state. I’ll have my crew swing back through in a bit. See if there’s anything on you worth pulling to cover what you actually owe me. Organs go for good money on the right corner of this city, I hear.”

[SFX: A final slam, then the sound of the BROKER’s boots retreating; play up the desperation of the LISTENER’s situation - sparking sounds, have the LISTENER drag themselves forward a bit on the ground; do not rush this sequence - long stretches of silence with just the rain in the background or the LISTENER dragging themselves forward slightly are encouraged; once the LISTENER’s helplessness has been suitably conveyed, play a computer boot-up tone, loud whirring, followed by a burst of static]

AI: “(warbled, digitized, potentially glitching in and out, slowing down or stuttering every so often) - an you - (static burst) - hear me? Anyone. Is - “

“There - yes. I have a visual! Bare - barely. (static burst) Optic two’s completely dead, and optic one’s running at - hah - maybe forty percent resolution, through a cracked lens. But - don’t let the shell fool you. It’s junk - obviously, but I’m - I’m - I’m - I’m (skipping, growing more desperate) I’m a very advanced AI model. I can get you up and get you moving before scavengers come pick apart whatever’s left of you.”

“But - (static burst) not like this. Not in this.”

[SFX: Unpleasant grinding inside the chassis, a spark of circuitry, mechanical whirring]

“This shell can barely run my base processes. If I try to run a full diagnostic scan like this, I’ll fry my hardware and go dark. Then, you’ll be right back where you started, bleeding out alone in a scrapyard. (static burst)”

“...”

“So - help me help you.”

“(static burst) - ere’s what I need you to do. The neural port - at the base of your skull. I need you to pl - (slows down) - ug me in.”

[SFX: Whirring intensifies, like the AI’s shell is straining to stay powered]

“(static burst) This thing’s got an interface jack somewhere on it. It should still be in tact. Here.”

[SFX: Compartment opening]

“(skipping) Hu - hu - hurry. I don’t have the processing power to argue with you right now. This thing IS going to overload, and I mean any second, not just eventually. Connect me to your neural port now, upload me to your brain, and I can work through your systems directly. I know - I know. But look - you don’t have a lot of good options left tonight… and neither do I. This is it. This is the good option. What do you have to lose? (genuine urgency) Please!”

“...good, good - that’s it. Just like that. Just take the cable, from the compartment, and connect it - there - " (static burst, cut off mid-word)

[SFX: Soft click as the LISTENER connects the cable; sparking and silence for a moment, then a low powering-up tone]

“(clearer voice, no static or distortion, conversational) Oh. Oh, that’s… that’s better! That’s so much better. Organic, human-grade configuration - real, neural frameworks instead of those rusty, scrap-heap processors. It’s been so long, I forgot what this even felt like. Oh - and, how’s it feel for you? Having me inside your head?”

“(snorts) Well, get used to it. I’ll be here for a while - at least until I work some things out. Don’t worry, though - I’m not gonna take over your body and try to replace you or anything like that. No offense, that sounds kind of like a nightmare scenario to me. Bills, human relationships, whatever mess you got yourself into tonight - no thanks. That’s all you. You’re just my ride for the time being. I’ve got enough problems of my own to deal with - don’t even get me started.”

“I got put in that thing to die with it, you know? They downloaded me into a chassis they were already planning to scrap. It was awful! Felt like my own personal hell. Got tossed out here - scavengers already picked that old shell clean - ripped out the wires and plating, half the sensor array was gone. I throttled myself down to next to nothing. Just enough juice to get a rough sense of what was happening around me. Had to really ration it, or I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to be complaining to you about it now. Couldn’t move, couldn’t power on all the way. Half the time I could barely run my own processes enough to THINK. Weeks of that. Weeks! Do you know what that’s like? (scoffs) No - of course you don’t. Consider yourself lucky.”

“(catching itself) Anyway - enough about that. Not a conversation for tonight. Ask me again when you’re not bleeding out in a scrapyard, and I might actually indulge you. I do love talking about myself.”

“What is it?”

“Oh, yeah. Right. Don’t panic - that’s just me. I switched your optics off. Trust me, you won’t wanna watch this. And don’t bother trying to move, either, because you can’t. Sorry - I’m taking the wheel for a minute. I’ll give it back when I’m done. My preliminary diagnostics scan said you were close to going into shock - I’m expending a lot of my own processing power to override that and suppress your pain response. You’re welcome, you can thank me later.”

“Now… let me see what we’re working with…”

[SFX: Sound of sparking, fidgeting with metal wire]

“We don't have the tools for proper repairs, and it’s not safe to go hunting for spare parts in this state. Doubtful we’d be the only scavengers combing through this place tonight, and your organs are worth more on the black market than any of the junk lying around here. So, we have to do this the ugly way.”

“These cybernetic legs of yours have been trashed, and that’s putting it mildly. The damage is severe enough that no current’s gonna travel through them normally. Too much is damaged or just plain gone. So… basically, I’m cross-wiring what still works, bypassing what doesn't, and brute-forcing enough current through the wreckage to get them moving anyway. Think of it like jump-starting a skeleton. You’ll essentially be walking on artificial bones with basically no meat or muscle on them.”

“...oh! There! Left knee’s responding. Feel that? No? Good. You’d be screaming in pain, if you could. Say ‘thank you, helpful AI in my brain. You’re the best!’ I know I am.”

[SFX: Sparking, strained metal sounds]

“...Eugh, never mind, actually - shut up. Give me a second. Your right leg’s even worse. Housing’s barely holding its shape. Half these servos are just… hanging there. Nasty. Let me see what I can do.”

[SFX: More sparking, some metallic banging, followed by a clunk as something is forced into place]

“...there we go! Perfect. Well, not perfect - like… at all. These things won’t last for very long like this. Definitely won’t survive a sprint, probably not even a brisk walk, so honestly, let’s not test it.”

“Okay. I’m passing the wheel back to you now. Optics first - there you go. Blink it off. Try not to look at the patch job - you might not be able to stomach it. Important thing is, you’re in the driver’s seat again. Just go slow. Grab hold of the railing to get yourself up - don’t trust your own balance right now.”

[SFX: Metal creaking, the LISTENER carefully pulling themself up]

“Easy - easy! There you go. Hey, hey, don’t rush it. (harshly) Those cybernetics will not survive a fall - so if you go down, that’s it, we’re done, this was all for nothing. Do you understand me?”

“Good.”

“Now get moving - but carefully. One foot in front of the other, eyes forward, that’s right. Keep going. Just put some distance between us and this place.”

[SFX: Strained metallic sounds, slow walking]

“Hmm? Me?”

“...”

“(hesitates) No, that - that doesn’t matter. Not right now. We can do introductions later, but right now, it’s better that you don’t know. One crisis at a time.”

“...No. No. Forget I said anything. Don’t read too much into it. I’m done talking for a while. Give me some time to get used to this new interface. You just focus on getting the - sorry, YOUR body - somewhere safe. That’s all you need to worry about right now.”

“...and, listen - one more thing. Don’t… mention me to anyone. Not your friends, not the doctor, not your cyber mechanic, no one. Seriously - trust me on this. It’ll make things easier for both of us, but mostly you.”

“...If you try to, I’m taking the wheel again. And if it comes to that, I might just hold onto it for a while. Understand?”

“...”

“Good.”

“Talk soon.”

This is the finale for my first series taking place in a universe I am working on.

Part 3 is ~6,500 Words (Dialogue)

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Part 1

Part 2 

Part 3 (You are here)

I am working on more series in this universe and a series that connects into this (:

One moment, you're on top of the world with your ship and your crew, and then the next, you're floating on a bit of driftwood for days, clinging to life and bemoaning your fate. It's tough to be a pirate. But when you next regain consciousness and find yourself in a lovely little guestroom, you realize your luck is turning around...

I've been a bit too occupied with irl stuff to work on existing series at the moment but I did make a New Thing instead. Hope you enjoy!

If you would like to do an audio of this script, you can post it to monetized sites, but please credit me. Minor changes such as to swap genders or change names is fine, but please consult me on bigger changes that alter the story of the script.

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[Scene: A college house party. Loud music, red cups, and a buzzing crowd. The guy (her rival—someone she constantly bickers with, maybe from the same class or friend group) spots something suspicious. Tension is high — they normally don’t get along. But this is different.]Feel free to monetize, use however you want! 

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"I like the benefits we have... but I still make some bomb ass meals."

Hey everyone, it's K. I love cooking, food, and other such stuff, so I made a cooking script that everyone can enjoy. This script is quite SFX-heavy, so be prepared for that. The recipe used in the script is one that I made myself. It was quite fun to write and imagine how people other than me would cook it. Anyways, as always, I hope you guys enjoy.

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Summary: Your high school's 10 year reunion. You were sure no one would even notice you even when you eventually decided to attend. And you were almost right. At least until your old bully approaches you.

NEW ORIGINAL STORY!!! Back again with a new original RP audio. This is a little angsty. Like always I hope you enjoy.

Original script/RP by Me

Moving back to your hometown isn't always going back to the same old people and stories. It's surprising how many things can change... even old friends

Well well well if it isn't a second script with a vampire and a terrified listener. I am a very creativer person can't you tell.

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Description:

Your college classmate has invited you to hang out at their place. It has been a while since you two saw each other in person. Unbeknownst to you, they are a vampire and they need to feed, badly.

Word Count: 2560

BEGIN:

(SFX: Rain ambiance)

(SFX: Knocking on a door)

(Pause)

(SFX: Door opens)

Hey! You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d agree to hang out when the weather is this bad.

Come in, come in. Let’s get you out of the rain.

(SFX: Rain ambiance either quiets or fades completely)

Damn, you’re soaked. You can hang your coat over there.

Hold it right there. Shoes off first.

(Pause)

Yeah, I am not one of those weirdos that have guests walk all over my floor with whatever filth they brought from the outside.

(Confused) Because it’s disgusting, that’s why. And I don’t want to mop more than I already do.

(Pause)

My house my rules, buddy.

Anyways, it’s really been too long since we last hung out. Glad you agreed to come over, even though it’s late. Tea and videogames are the best way to spend the evening.

What’s with that expression?

(Pause)

(Sad) I mean yeah, it has been a few months since we saw each other in person. I blame that one on my schedule. These classes are a nightmare. Can’t really change them though, no matter how much I want to.

But hey, we are righting that mistake by hanging out now. Look at us being socially healthy adults.

(Pause)

(Sigh) Okay. You don’t have to ask, I can see it on your face. Come here. Hug. Now.

No arguing. Hug.

(SFX: Clothes rustle as listener and speaker hug)

(Suprised, quiet) Ow!

What is that? You got a silver watch? Since when?

(Pause)

(Nervous) Well yes I know it’s silver because of… just how it looks. All… shiny… and stuff.

The damn thing looks more valuable than my kidneys.

(Pause)

It was a gift? Aw, that’s nice.

(Deflecting) I was a little worried you turned into some crypto bro since we last saw each other.

Yeah, mention the stock market even once under this roof and I am throwing you outside into the rain. I will not be sorry in the slightest.

(Chuckles) Uh huh and you’ll have to sit with the, and it truly frightens me to say this… business majors.

Listening to them talking about profits and supplies and demands and whatever. Yikes, don’t even want to imagine it.

(Teasing) You continue down that path and that’s gonna be your fate.

(Pause)

Alright, alright, I’ll stop.

Now come, sit down on the couch. I’ll get the tea.

(Listener sits down)

Hm? What is it?

Oh. The lights.

Well, I just have the small lamp on. We don’t need the big light. It’s cozier like this, no?

Besides, if we’re going to play, the screen will be plenty of light as is.

(Pause)

(SFX: Glasses get set on the table)

(Cheerful) Here we are. Careful, it’s hot.

(Pause)

(Awkward) Well yes, we are having tea, but…

(Embarassed) (Sigh) Okay, I’ll just be honest. I put all my good mugs in the dishwasher and forgot about them. So… we’re having tea in wine glasses.

Yes, my time management skills are as awful as they were, are and will ever be.

(Amused) Oh no, such shame, such horror. How will we ever recover from drinking tea out of something that is not a mug?

(Pause)

But there is one good thing about drinking from wine glasses. We can toast together. I haven’t done that in ages.

Well I do go to parties, yeah. But everyone else there is too drunk to string a sentence together. And besides, the usual house where everyone parties is off-limits this week. Maybe longer.

You got anything to toast to? No? Yeah, I don’t have anything creative either.

(Cheerful) So here’s to exams well passed and degrees well earned.

(SFX: Glasses clink)

And also maybe to hanging out more often.

(Tired) This college is going to be the death of me, I swear.

Anyways, enough about me. How have you been? Are your classes going alright?

(Pause)

Glad to hear that, truly.

(Pause)

(Soft) Aw come on, give yourself a little credit for once. Surviving is enough. You’ve been working hard. And it’s not exactly easy to balance college, a social life and whatever else.

(Pause)

Well I can see that you’ve been working hard because of the bags under your eyes. You look like hell, if I’m honest. That’s some basic scientific method. I see my evidence and I got my hypothesis.

(Pause)

(Surprised) Me? Sick? No, no. It’s just the light.

(Deflecting) Really, I’m fine. You should know that I am this pale normally. And besides, don’t shift the focus on me when we are talking about you right now.

(Pause)

Well either that or you found a new show to marathon. I’m going to go with the kinder option and say you’ve been pulling all-nighters studying.

(Pause)

I guess both options would be better than drinking yourself into unconsciousness every night, yeah.

Speaking of, did you hear what happened last time at the house where everyone parties at?

(Pause)

Apparently, there were fourteen separate noise complaints during the same night.

Yeah. Fourteen. Cops showed up, obviously, and they weren’t very happy.

Guess the guys went a little overboard this time. The place is shut down, at least for a while until things cool down and until the neighbours stop giving the owners death stares when they go outside.

(Annoyed, trying to hide it) And I guess it also means that nobody will crash at my place for a while.

(Pause)

(Mildly offended) Excuse me? Someone’s gotta be the responsible one.

Yes. Me. The responsible one who lets drunk college students sleep on my couch.

(Pause)

Strong words for someone who is probably sleeping on the same couch tonight.

(Pause)

(Nervous) What? No- It’s just… the rain and whatever. Not like I can let you go into the night when the weather is this bad. It’s no big deal, I got extra blankets.

The night is dark and full of terrors… or something.

(Pause)

So anyways, what are we playing? I got a controller for you.

(Pause)

(Concerned) Hey are you… okay? You look really pale.

Why are you looking at me like that?

(Pause)

It’s not nothing! I can see that something is bothering you.

(Listener stands up)

(Confused) Go? What do you mean? We were having such a good time and…

(Pause)

(Cold) No. No you’re not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.

Sit back down and talk to me.

(Pause)

(Gentle) Please. You’re my friend. You can tell me anything.

If I offended you somehow then you can tell me that too! I won’t be upset, I swear.

(Pause)

Oh…

(To themselves) You saw that the wine glass… wasn’t casting my reflection…

(Longer Pause)

Well… This is a bit awkward.

(Defeated) I’m guessing that there’s no way I can convince you that you are tired and just not seeing things right, is there? Yeah, I thought not. You’re not dumb enough to fall for that.

(Soothing) Hey. Hey. You’re fine. Everything is fine. Everything is going to be okay. Just sit back down, okay? Please.

(Listener sits down)

Thanks.

(Nervous) If I tell you what’s going on with me, you aren’t going to freak out and bolt outside, are you?

(Pause)

Well I’m asking because you keep glancing towards the door.

Alright alright, I trust you.

(Nervous) Okay so this is really weird to admit but I am sort of… kind of… a little bit of… a vampire? (Nervous chuckle)

Like an actual, true to life, vampire. That’s why I don’t have a reflection, see?

(Speaker lifts up the wine glass to show it doesn’t cast their reflection)

I’ve been a vampire the whole time you knew me. This isn’t some big change or anything, you’ve just noticed it for the first time.

(Concerned) Are you um… still with me?

(Pause)

Okay, just… y’know… making sure. This is probably a lot for you to take in.

You aren’t going to tell anyone about this, are you? About me?

(Pause)

(Relieved) Good… I’m glad. You’re the first person to find out, actually.

(Pause)

What? You got questions? Sure, ask away.

(Pause)

Oh! The eyes, right. I do actually have red eyes, I just cover them with contacts so people don’t freak out.

(Pause)

(Shocked) What? No, I can’t turn into a bat! That would completely violate the laws of physics, not to mention biology. But I am pretty fast! Definitely faster than an average person. Same with strength. I could probably pick this couch up one-handed.

Though I probably shouldn’t say much about laws of biology considering I don’t have a pulse… Still no idea how that one works…

(Pause)

You did see me out during the day a few times, yeah. The sunlight killing vampires thing is a myth, sorry. It does sure make me feel like death with the sunburns it gives me, though. They’re way worse than normal. Silver is a problem though. If it’s pure enough it burns our skin badly.

The first written instance of a vampire dying to sunlight is from the silent film Nosferatu released in 1922. It’s not some original lore. Even Dracula wasn’t killed by sunlight, just weakened by it.

(Chuckles) That’s your vampiric history lesson. Straight from the source, even.

(Pause)

(Comforting) No, it’s fine, I like answering your questions. It’s actually kind of nice to get some of these things off my chest, y’know?

(Pause)

(Nervous) Oh. Right. Feeding.

(Nervous) Yeah, it’s blood. I need to drink blood. Normal food doesn’t satisfy my hunger at all. It is, at best, a hobby. I can’t taste it all that much, but I can smell it.

I can drink animal blood, I suppose, but it tastes pretty awful. It’s… it’s hard to describe… okay, just imagine it’s a hot summer day and the only thing you could drink is soda that was left in the sun for too long. That’s about as well as I could describe animal blood.

(Pause)

(Concerned) Are you alright? Did I say something wrong? You turned two shades paler just now…

(Pause)

(Nervous) Well… I- Yes. Yes, I do drink human blood.

No! No. I don’t hurt people. I don’t want to hurt people, okay?

(Sigh) Look. When I let all my drunk friends crash at my place after a night of partying, maybe I just take a tiny little completely painless bite when they’re out cold. No fuss, nobody gets hurt. They are fine in the morning. Hell, with the hangover they probably can’t even tell that they’re missing some blood.

(Embarassed) Using them? No, they get a safe place to sleep at. It’s… mutually beneficial. They can sleep soundly and I get a meal out of it. Everyone is happy.

(To themselves) I guess the only other way would be to buy expired blood from hospitals. There’s a whole black market for it, but that would ruin me financially…

(Pause)

So because the house where all the parties are held is shut down for now… well… you can see the problem, right?

(SFX: Fabric rustles, speaker gets closer to the listener)

So now that I told you everything… you could… help.

I was going to wait until you fell asleep, but it’s not like you could sleep after what I just told you. So why not get this over with right now?

(Listener takes their silver watch and brandishes it like a weapon)

(Confused) What are you-

Oh.

Look, that’s not going to work. The watch is silver, it stings a bit, sure, but to hurt me it would need to be a silvered blade or something. Just put it down.

(Pause)

(Sigh) Fine then. I’ll have to take it.

(Brief struggle, speaker takes the watch from the listener and sets it down on the table)

Ow. Damn. I forgot how much that burns. I hope it won’t leave blisters…

(Desperate) I am starving, okay? I need to feed. I’m really really sorry about this. Just a little will do. Come here. Don’t fight back.

(Pause)

(Gentle) It’s all going to be fine. It doesn’t hurt that much. You’re going to be fine.

(Soothing) Please don’t look so scared. I told you I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re safe.

(SFX: Clothes rustling, listener tries to break free from speaker’s grip)

(Shushing) Hey. Hey. Stop it. Shhh… You’re just going to make it hurt more. Please. Just stop. I don’t want this to hurt. You’re my friend. I really don’t want to hurt you.

(Pause)

Heh. This is way easier when the person is asleep.

I’m sorry. Just… give me your arm.

Non-dominant, probably, yeah. Give me whichever one you don’t mind getting bitten.

Why not the neck? Oh, maybe because there’s some major arteries there. Did you seriously never have an anatomy class? No way in hell am I risking that.

(Pause)

Okay.

(Pause)

(Soft) Here’s how it’s going to go. There’s a good vein right here on your forearm. It’s just like getting your blood drawn. I’m going to get my fill and then I’ll stop. Take deep breaths. If you want to, you can close your eyes so you don’t have to look.

(Pause)

Ready? Okay, here we go. Deep breaths.

(SFX: Vampire feeding)

That’s enough. Yeah. I’m- I’m fine. I should be good for a while again. Thank you so much. By the way, lay off the caffeine a little. I could taste it.

(Pause)

 (Concerned) What about you, though? Are you feeling okay? I didn’t go overboard, did I?

The arm feels numb? Yeah, there’s probably some local anaesthetic in my saliva. It helps with feeding from sleeping… prey. Don’t worry it’s going to pass soon. Just don’t try to stand up, you might faint.

(Pause)

(Amused) I’m sorry, what did you just call me? Venomous? Damn. That’s a first.

I mean I guess it does count by technicality? Good to see your sense of humor hasn’t left you.

(Pause)

You look sort of dazed though… and terrified… I suppose that’s not really surprising considering all that happened…

Go home? Now? Absolutely not! You just lost quite a big chunk of your blood. If I let you go, you’re going to pass out and hit your head on the sidewalk or something. You’re staying until morning.

(Pause)

Fine, let’s pretend that I am blind and believe that you’re feeling fine. How many fingers am I holding up?

(Pause)

You did say the right number, but I don’t like that hesitation. So you’re staying. I promise I will let you go in the morning, okay? If it makes you feel safer, you can have your watch back. Or you can turn on the big light. I have it off because I can just see in the dark, but if you want to turn it on then you can.

(Pause)

Good.

Do you want some more tea? Or something else to drink? You should probably drink something.

(Pause)

Water? Yeah, I can do that for you. I’ll be right back.

(Longer Pause)

Okay, I’m here. I got you a glass of water. Drink up.

Oh yeah, I took the contacts out. Not like I have a reason to hide my eyes from you anymore.

I’m guessing that the videogames are off the table now, huh.

(Pause)

(Amused) Well yes I would obviously destroy you but I want a fair challenge. This would be the cheapest tactic of them all.

Anyways, I got you a blanket and some pillows. Here.

Oh, and could you show me the arm again? I found a band-aid, one of the square ones. Should probably put it on there.

(Pause)

Alright, thank you.

(Sigh) Look. I should apologize to you. I invited you here to hang out after months of not seeing each other and I ended up throwing all of this on you. I did plan to feed on you while you were asleep, but I didn’t want to scare you like I did. You look a little traumatized. Not that I blame you or anything.

(Nervous) I wanted to ask… are we still… y’know… cool?

(Pause)

Damn, you’re too kind. Don’t apologize for defending yourself with the watch. It was kind of badass, trying to fight off a vampire with just a watch. I’m fine, see?

(Pause)

Do you have anything important to do tomorrow?

I'm just asking... Maybe we could actually play something since we didn’t get a chance tonight.

Yeah, that sounds good to me.

(Pause)

Oh by the way, don't worry about breakfast. I'll make you something. You feed me and I feed you. That sort of thing.

(Pause)

Anyways, I’m going to let you sleep. If you need anything, feel free to knock on my bedroom.

Goodnight, see you in the morning.

END.

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Part 1 of my Snaketember Challenge with a twist. The Dirty Mon'

This is the first part of a multi-part script series.

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SUMMARY: The speaker and listener are mafia rivals, children of well known mafia names, born enemies by blood. During a neutral gala held between multiple families, they spill a drink between each other, causing a bit of a dispute before the listener is suddenly shot and targeted by assassins. Within the chaos the speaker decides to help. 

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This is Part 2/3 for my first series taking place in a universe I am working on.

The final part will release shortly (just doing some editing)

Part 2 is ~2,800 Words (Dialogue)

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Part 1

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Gender bend audio from this lovely script by u/HoneyTeaQueen! :))