Because The Internetscape BTI Script Submission by Georgel Lyrics
Tires SCREECH outside. Dude 2 stands up. There's a small crash outside
Yelling
VOICE: FREEZE!
GUNSHOTS
The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other
Dude 2 rushes outside. The Boy peaks out the door to see a small fire coming from the car crash
*"Move. Get out".*
The Boy tries to sneak out but something feels wrong
*"my phone..."*
He remembers that Dude 1 took his phone. He spots a shitty flip phone on a table, probably lifted off another drug dealer
The Boy: Shit...
He fumbles with the phone, and crashes through the glass door without realizing it was closed
The glass shards cut him up a bit, but he can only focus on the flames in the front yard, the continued screams, and how to work this brick of a phone. He ducks behind a turned over chaise and opens the phone. He notices, finally, some of the damage the glass did
He peers to his arms to find what look like self inflicted scars. But they aren't straight lines. They're like tattoos
He pulls up his sleeves to find bleeding "@"'s and thumbs up / thumbs down symbols. [NAUSEATED EMOJI]
The voices of Dude 1 and Dude 2 die down. The Boy glances over to see if he can make a call safely
The Boy: Okay...let's see
He starts scrolling though the contacts
"BRYANT...ELROY...T-KING"
The Boy only then remembers his contacts aren't in this random dude's phone
He starts typing a number: (408)...
*"What's his number...what's anyone's number?"*
He hasn't memorized any of his "friend's" numbers
The screaming stops. He stands up, closes the phone, and chucks it into the pool
From underwater, we can see The Boy's bloody fingerprints dance off the phone, we see his blurry figure above it
It rings
*"Hello?"*
THE END
Yelling
VOICE: FREEZE!
GUNSHOTS
The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other
Dude 2 rushes outside. The Boy peaks out the door to see a small fire coming from the car crash
*"Move. Get out".*
The Boy tries to sneak out but something feels wrong
*"my phone..."*
He remembers that Dude 1 took his phone. He spots a shitty flip phone on a table, probably lifted off another drug dealer
The Boy: Shit...
He fumbles with the phone, and crashes through the glass door without realizing it was closed
The glass shards cut him up a bit, but he can only focus on the flames in the front yard, the continued screams, and how to work this brick of a phone. He ducks behind a turned over chaise and opens the phone. He notices, finally, some of the damage the glass did
He peers to his arms to find what look like self inflicted scars. But they aren't straight lines. They're like tattoos
He pulls up his sleeves to find bleeding "@"'s and thumbs up / thumbs down symbols. [NAUSEATED EMOJI]
The voices of Dude 1 and Dude 2 die down. The Boy glances over to see if he can make a call safely
The Boy: Okay...let's see
He starts scrolling though the contacts
"BRYANT...ELROY...T-KING"
The Boy only then remembers his contacts aren't in this random dude's phone
He starts typing a number: (408)...
*"What's his number...what's anyone's number?"*
He hasn't memorized any of his "friend's" numbers
The screaming stops. He stands up, closes the phone, and chucks it into the pool
From underwater, we can see The Boy's bloody fingerprints dance off the phone, we see his blurry figure above it
It rings
*"Hello?"*
THE END