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[Scar]
Griiiiannn!
[Grian]
Gah! Scar! Stop doing that!
[Scar]
(Laughs) Sorry!
[Grian]
It’s fine…again. (Sighs) What do you need this time?
[Scar]
Jeez! Grumpy much? I came to check if you needed help with your makeup!
[Grian]
I…sorry. I’m just tired, and ready to get this over with.
[Scar]
Really, cause that costume says otherwise! No wonder you were taking so long! It looks amayzin’!
[Grian]
(Flustered) It’s not anything special, really. Just some silk and ribbons.
[Scar]
Not anything special? G, it’s beautiful! It’s so flowy and elegant, and that mushroom hat is gorgeous! I can’t believe you made all of it yourself!
[Grian]
I mean, anyone can sew with the right tools, but thank you. I like your costume too…zookeeper?
[Scar]
Yup! A mythical, magical zookeeper to be exact! I’ve got all sorts of legendary creatures! Creepers, giant spiders, the undead, and of course, giraffes!
[Grian]
Giraffes?
[Scar]
Yeah! Giraffes are freaks of nature!
[Grian]
…Okaaaaay?
[Scar]
Hmmmm! Sounds like somebody needs to have a Scar-mandated Owl House marathon sometime soon, eh? (Laughs)
[Grian]
Sure, sure. Can we get going already?
[Scar]
Hey! You’re the slow poke here, not me!
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[Pearl]
Finally! I thought I was going to have to come in and drag Scar out with you.
[Impulse]
Ahem. I think what Pearl means to say is, cool costume and sorry if we rushed you. Not all of us have a friend that works at the post office to borrow from, after all.
[Pearl]
(Amused) Oh really. Did you grow a beard like that yourself then?
[Mumbo]
Oh shush, all of you! Everyone here looks perfectly fine, and we’re not late—yet. We will be if you all keep standing around, so stop waffling and start walking!
(Footsteps trailing off)
[Scar]
(Laughs) Jeez! Who put holy water in his tea?
[Grian]
You know how Mumbo gets when there’s Cadbury involved.
[Pearl]
(Giggles) Well, let’s not keep Dracula waiting then. Come on.
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(Doorbell rings; door creaks open)
[BigB]
Hey! You guys made it! I was starting to wonder where you were!
[Pearl]
Yeah, sorry about that. We had to wait for Grian to finish fussing over his costume.
[Grian]
Hey!
[BigB]
(Laughs) Of course you did! Well, no hard feelings. You’re just in time. We’re about to start!
(Door creaks)
Come on in!
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[Scott]
Well, look who finally showed up. I was starting to think that this year you finally chickened out.
[Lizzie]
It’s about time, too. Although…is Martyn still not here yet?
[BigB]
Knowing him, he probably lost track of time inventing a new way to scare the life out of us, and is now running late. He’ll have to just join when he gets here though, because if we don’t start now, we’ll never finish.
(Clears throat)
Alright! Everybody take a seat, grab a slip of paper from the bowl, and write your choice of movie on it. Then put it back in the bowl, and I’ll draw the winner.
(Couch creaking)
[Jimmy]
Grian.
[Grian]
Tim.
(Paper rustling; pencils scratching)
(Clock chimes; strikes three)
[Impulse]
Jeez! You said it was late, but I didn’t think it was that late. Wait, but my watch says—
[BigB]
Yeah, that clock has always been kinda funny. I got it from a garage sale a couple years back, and I haven’t had the time to get it fixed yet. You just gotta keep in mind it’s a few hours ahead, and then it works like a charm.
[Lizzie]
Are you sure your clock isn’t just a major Halloween fan, BigB? Cause that’s a pretty specific time to pick right now! (Giggles)
[Grian]
What do you mean?
[Scar]
Aww, Grian! Don’t you know? Three-o-clock’s strike signals the witching hour! Ooooooooo!
[Grian]
Uh-huh…and that’s a problem because?
[Scar]
Witches, Grian! Witches and ghosts and all sorts of creepy crawly ghoulies! They come out at the start of the witching hour, and flood the streets with their spookiness! Hasn’t anybody told you that before?
[Grian]
Not until right now. (Sighs) I’ll keep it in mind, I suppose.
[Scott]
So BigB…the papers?
[BigB]
Right. I’ll give it a shake (Papers rustling) and…
…From the Fog is the pick this year.
[Jimmy]
Yes! Second year in a row!
[Grian]
(Groans) Again?
[BigB]
Scar, if you could get the lights.
[Scar]
With pleasure! (Giggles)
[Grian]
(Quietly) Are you sure we have to watch this one?
[Scar]
Aww! What’s wrong, Grian? Got cold feet?
[Grian]
N-No! I just…I think it’s a little old, that’s all. And Tim’s was drawn last year, too.
[Scar]
Pffft! (Laughs)
[Jimmy]
Oh come on! It’s from 2010! And rules are rules! If you’re gonna make an excuse, at least make it better than that!
[Scott]
(Amused) Leave him be, Jimmy. We’ll find out soon enough if he’s tough, or all talk.
[Grian]
That’s not—
[Impulse]
Shh! It’s starting!
<<Narrator>>
Somewhere, deep in the forest, a story is passed between the children of pine and birches. A story of fog, so thick and choking and impenetrable, that even the cleverest hunter or tracker finds themself utterly lost…and utterly terrified. For what stares back from the fog is something no mortal mind can comprehend…
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<<Protagonist>>
Those aren’t flashlights…they’re eyes.
[Grian]
(Gasps)
(Blanket rustles)
[Mumbo]
(Whispers) Come on Grian! It’s for the sweets, remember? Do it for the Freddos!
[Grian]
(Muffled) I can’t, Mumbo. No amount of candy is worth it.
[Pearl]
Grian, you work at an Institute for the esoteric.
[Grian]
(Muffled) Yeah, but none of it is real!
[Pearl]
This isn’t real.
[Grian]
(Muffled) Well this feels real. And I don’t actually see anything I read about, so it’s different.
[Impulse]
What about when you take live statements?
[Grian]
(Muffled) Shut up. (Impulse giggles)
<<Protagonist>>
There, coming out of the fog! I don’t believe it! The legends are true! It’s him, H—
(Movie abruptly pauses)
[BigB]
Lizzie! What—
[Lizzie]
(Whispers) Shh! Do you hear that?
(Silence)
[Scar]
(Whispers) I don’t—
(Footsteps)
(Silence)
[Mumbo]
(Whispers) What was that?
[Jimmy]
(Whispers) It sounds like it came from outside.
[Scar]
(Whispers) It was probably just a stray cat or something…right?
(Footsteps)
(Wind whistles; leaves rustle)
[Scott]
(Whispers) Umm…hey guys…is it just me…or has it gotten a bit…foggy outside?
[BigB]
(Whispers) That…wasn’t there before…
[Scar]
(Whispers) Side note, what happened to the trees? I get that it’s fall and all, but I’d swear on my life they at least had some leaves when we showed up!
(Blanket rustles)
(Grian whimpers)
[Impulse]
(Whispers) What is it, G?
[Grian]
(Faint static) (To himself) Statement of Impulse Siv, Scar Goodtimes, Pearl Moon, Mumbo Jumbo, Jimmy Solidarity, Scott Major, BigB Statz, and Grian Evos, regarding—
[Scar]
(Whispers) Grian!
[Grian]
(Whispers, shaky) In the window…there’s eyes.
[Jimmy]
(Whispers) What?! Where?! (Pauses)
I don’t see anything.
[Grian]
(Whispers) Wha—that can’t be…they were right there! I swear they were right there! They were glowing, and they were all white, like…
[Pearl]
(Whispers) Maybe you saw the moonlight—
(Knocking)
Or not.
[Impulse]
(Whispers) Nobody move.
(Knocking stops)
(Silence)
[Jimmy]
(Whispers) Is it—
(Banging)
(Squeaks) Nope.
(Footsteps)
(Faint sizzling)
[Mumbo]
(Whispers) Hey…does anyone else smell something burning?
[Lizzie]
(Gasps) (Whispers) Jimmy! Your sheriff’s badge is on fire!
[Jimmy]
What?! (Yelps) Put it out! Put it out!
(Frantic patting sounds)
[Pearl & BigB]
Shhhh!
[Jimmy]
(Muffled protests)
(Banging stops)
[Scott]
(Whispers) Guys…
[Impulse]
(Whispers) Uh oh.
[Scar]
(Whispers) I think it knows we’re here.
[Grian]
(Barely a whisper) The eyes…
(Footsteps, knocks, and bangs echo sporadically, gradually growing louder)
(Distorted whispers)
(Static rises)
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(Knocking)
[Scar]
(Groans sleepily)
(Knocking)
Hmm…?
(Startles) Shoot! It’s back! Guys, wake up!
(Various protests, yawns, and groans)
(Knocking)
(Silence)
[Martyn]
(Muffled) Hello? BigB? Lizzie? Jimmy? Scott? Friends that work in the Archives? Anybody home?
(Footsteps)
(Door opens slowly)
[BigB]
(Tentatively) Hello?
Oh thank Notch. Hi, Martyn. Happy Halloween!
[Martyn]
Finally! I’ve been knocking for ten minutes and—
Holy—what happened to you guys? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! (Laughs)
[BigB]
It’s been…quite the evening.
[Martyn]
Okayyyy? Anyways, I know I’m late to give Grian trauma—AKA “spooky movie”—night, but it’s only nearly eleven, so I figured there’s still time for us to head to Cherri’s party and snag some sugar, right?
[BigB]
Uhhh…I guess so?
[Martyn]
(Overlapping) I’ll take that as a yes! So let’s get a move on already! Come on! Chop chop!
(Various groans)
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[Martyn]
Right then! Everybody ready to go?
[Pearl]
Yep. (Yawns) Postmaster Pearl reporting for duty.
[Mumbo]
Ughhhh…I’m so tired though. Can’t we have five more minutes?
[Grian]
What was that you told me earlier, Mumbo? ‘Do it for the Freddos’?
[Mumbo]
Shut up, fungus boy.
[Scar]
I think you mean, fun-gi! (Laughs)
(Everyone groans)
(Clock chimes; strikes eleven)
[Martyn]
Hey! You finally got the old clock fixed, ey BigB? Sweet! Way to go!
[BigB]
Ummmm…but I didn’t—
[Martyn]
(Cutting him off) So off we go then?
[Impulse]
Off we go!
[Lizzie]
To Cherri’s!
[BigB]
R-Right…
Off we go.
(Footsteps trailing off)
(Grian’s footsteps pause)
[Grian]
Hmm? Oh. How did you get here?
(To himself) I guess I’ll just—
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(Distant footsteps)
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