Hopefully this goes well,since this is my first time writing in script form,so inform me if I did a bad.
Act.1
Setting:Outside a small house.
(Camera moves downward,onto the front of a car.)
Mark:You probably know me.
(Mark exits the car. Heads towards the house. A look of a hopefullness on his face.)
Mark: But something had happened.
(Mark knocks the door. The door opens leaving it ajar.)
Mark Everything that happened in January was a lie.
(Mark goes inside,looking around the house as the narration continues.)
Mark: It was something I didn't expect. Everything that happened was a fabrication.
(Mark heads upstairs. And enters the first door he sees.)
Mark: Some people should be left alone.
(Mark fumbles around on the wall for the lightswitch in the dark room.He finds it.)
(The lightswitch is pressed making a clicking sound.)
Mark:Oh...fuck.
(The bedroom is stained with blood,on the wall,on the bed even on the ceiling as if someone sprayed paint all over the bedroom.)
(Mark reaches down towards a phone on the floor. He picks it up and turns it on. The phone has battery of only 2% and shows several notifications of missed calls,messages and others. The phone hasn't been touched in weeks.)
(Mark looks around,his face in confusion. A sound is heard,slow footsteps like a person limping towards him.)
Mark: OHH NO!
(Mark bolts out the room,hearing someone,something, running and trying to chase him)
(As Mark reaches the front door,he pulls it open, frantically trying to stop whatever what was chasing him. As the door closes, a voice spoke in panicked matter,with it sounded like it was inhuman but trying to speak like one.)
(????): No! Don't leave m-
(Mark slams the door shut,the thing chasing making no effort to go after him. He sits down, hands over his face. He sighs.)
Mark:Where are you, Jack? You couldn't have possibly gone missing! Shit. Aaagh.
(Mark looks behind him,before standing up, walking and going into the car.)
Mark:Jack and his girlfriend mysteriously went missing a few days after New Year's Eve. Despite bdeing inactive,no one noticed. Not their families,their friends and their enemies. Only me.
(The screen flashes to black as Mark starts driving.)
Act 2.
Setting:Mark's house.
(The camera zooms in towards the house,and towards a window. The camera then pans through the window,showing Mark bellyrubbing Chica.)
Mark:Who's a good girl,huh? Who's a good girl?
(Chica seems to smile,with expression of pure happiness on her face. Mark stops the bellyrubbing, and Chica runs off to his bedroom.)
Mark: Now. (Stands up.) Time to make some videos.
(Mark enters the soundproofed office, ready for another recording session of vidya games when..)
(Footsteps are heard.)
(Mark's voice can be heard,probably inside his head screaming "Fuck!" as the footstep draw closer.)
(Mark turns around, and backs himself into the table at the sight infront of him.)
(The man looked exactly like Jack,wearing completely black clothes except he had his green hair and had eyes that looked like a blue mosaic picture or shortly,fractured. He seemed to be in a lot of pain especially with him clutching his waist as if he been shot in the stomach. With his limping, he hobbled towards Mark with the face of "Please help me,I am in severe danger." on him.)
(As he got closer,he smiled, happy to see someone wasn't running away from him.)
????:H-hey,M-mark.
(His voice sounded much deeper than Jack's,although he looked almost like him.)
(Mark stood in shock and started walking in the opposite while the doppelganger followed him,limping still.)
Mark:Who the fuck, are you? (He asks while backing into the corner.)
(The doppelganger seem to glitch all of a sudden appearing to appear farther away then closer,vice versa and repeated many times. He seemed to have miscolored pixels attaching to him as if he was in the Matrix but beginning to decompose into code.)
(The glitching soon became faster as he teleported from various points to others.)
(Then, the being stopped and fell to its knees,with a wide smile happy to see someone in terror. He proceeded to speak in a voice knew all too well,and was going to make his day more complicated.)
Qfzo:Don't you recognize me?
(He then dropped dead or unconcious,Mark looking more scared than the last time he saw a mannequin in a game.)
(Mark then walked slowly towards him,other in shock and unsure what was this sonuvabitch was here. Where was Jack? Where was Signe? Why was this bastard here?)
(He knew slightly on how to see if some guy was dead but he hoped the person wasn't. He extended his arm and placed his index and middle on the area at the neck to check your pulse.
What came as a shock to him was that there was one, but it was fading like it was trying to survive.)
(Despite his instincts to just,well, leave him there dead, the man on the floor could lead him to Jack and Signe. Reluctantly,he stood up and walked to his working desk( in which he recorded his videos)and picked his phone.)
(He dials 911.)
(*phone ringing* followed by a-)
Operator:911,what's your emergency?
Mark: I need an ambulance right now for a man who just dropped unconcious in my office.
Operator:Alright sir,paramedics are on their way.
(The operator phone hangs up. Mark puts his phone down,before looking down the person laying there.)
Mark: Anti,I fucking hate you.
Oooo. Now this is my first writing in script form,so if I made several mistakes in writing you can notify me in the reviews.
Also,the next chapter will be uploaded around (uhhh) late March or April so it depends on how lazy I am.
Other than that,Anti will be in hospital somewhere in the next chapter and Mark has some questions.