Author's note: I started watching Friends a couple of weeks ago and I love writing X-Files crossovers...so here we are! This story takes place in early season three of Friends and no real specified season for X-Files. Anyways, enjoy!

Chandler just happened to glance down at his watch just as it ticked from 4:59 PM to 5:00, which meant that that the day had just gone from a lazy Saturday afternoon to a hopeless and pathetic Saturday night on which he had no plans. At least Joey didn't have any either. Chandler watched as Joey leaned back farther and farther in his cushy black chair, trying guzzle out the last few drops of his beer. When the green glass bottle was finally empty, his head was a foot and a half from the ground. "Nice," Chandler said flatly.

"Thank you," Joey replied, springing up onto his feet. He placed the bottle on the kitchen counter and fished out a large bag of cheese puffs from the cupboard. After stuffing a handful into his mouth, he went over to the overflowing trash can, searching for a secure niche to stuff the bottle into. When he couldn't find one, he put it back on the counter and sat down once again.

"Okay, that's it," said Chandler, getting up. "We're taking out the trash. Come on."

"Can't you just do it? Whaddaya need me for?"

"We've got fifteen empty pizza boxes stacked in our living room, Joe. I'm kinda thinking this is a two-man job."

"Fine," Joey grumbled, setting aside the cheese puffs. He grabbed as many as he could carry and Chandler took the rest, along with the trash bag. After somehow managing two get two doors opened, they found themselves in the trash chute room and started shoving pizza boxes down the chute most unsuccessfully. After a good five minutes, the door opened and in stepped Monica with a trash bag of her own.

"Hey. What are you guys doing here?" She asked.

"Gee, Mon, I don't know," Chandler told her.

She rolled her eyes. "I mean, what's with all the pizza boxes?"

"Oh that. Well...they sort of...accumulated," Chandler replied. "Do you have any idea how to get these down?"

Before she could answer, they heard something shrill coming from somewhere. It sounded like a scream, but it was too loud and too clear to be coming from any of the apartments around them. It stopped just as suddenly as it started.

"W-what was that?" Asked Joey, audibly unsettled.

No one moved until Chandler spoke, "Look, I'm sure it was nothing. As I was saying..."

"The only way I know how to get pizza boxes cleanly down the chute is by cutting both sides in half," Monica told them, knowing full well how they'd respond.

Joey just looked at her. "We're not doing that."

"Well then I can't help you."

Without warning, the lights went out, and everyone fell silent once again. The same scream sounded again, only louder. One of the guys was squeezing the dear life out of Monica's hand, she wasn't sure which one. She was just about to mention something about a blackout when they heard a quick BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM coming from the trash chute, and before anyone could think they were all racing down the hallway (which was, in fact, still lit) and filing into their separate apartments without a solitary word to one another.