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Info I hope I never get trapped in this hellhole, even if some of the time it's fine. I hope you enjoy! |
Flickering
flick·er·ing Adjective
(of a flame or light) burning or shining unsteadily; wavering.
To change between superpositions of reality in an unsteady and unpredictable manner.
To get sent to the under.
BLACK SCREEN, HUMM-BUZZ of lights FADE on.
ADULT MALE VOICE
(O.S. Confused)
Is this thing on?
RUSTLING of a microphone being tampered with.
SAME VOICE
(O.S. Angry at self)
Ah, the lens cap was on. Stupid!
RUSTLING continues as a middle-aged man is REVEALED against a UNNATURALLY BRIGHT background, this is JONATHAN.
JONATHAN
(Unwavering)
So, I think I found something new.
The man falls OUT OF FOCUS, it is clear that the man doesn't use a camera. A middle-aged woman, OPENS a door onto frame, this is CELESTE, and the camera FOCUSES on her. They wipe their hair out of their face, holding a clipboard.
CELESTE
(Monotonous tone, like they've done it all day)
Hey, can you do this quickly? We're low on time.
JONATHAN
(Annoyed)
Yeah yeah, okay. We've been stu-
STATIC fills the frame and audio, as it clears, Jonathan and Celeste has disappeared, Celeste's clipboard falls onto the ground in a CLATTER. The HUM-BUZZ of the fluorescent lights above LOUDENS as they fall into focus.
L E V E L 8 8 5
The characters FLICKER into different ones, recognizable or not, changing font. One after another, they ABRUPTLY stop and turn red, revealing
T H E U N D E R
EXT? JONATHAN - CUT
JONATHAN
(Angry)
-ck… God damn it!
The camera does a DOLLY ZOOM out through the room, focusing on Jonathan, while REVEALING the ENDLESS DARK corridors, lit barely from above. Jonathan WALKS out of frame with HASTE, **TREMBLING*
JONATHAN
(Sweating profusely)
You gotta be F***ng kidding me.
(Annoyed, raising arms)
Not today! Not to-F***ng-day.
The corridors suddenly go from DARK to PITCH BLACK with COMPLETE SILENCE, and Jonathan is startled.
JONATHAN
(Going mad)
No! No, no, no, no! This can't be happening!
Jonathan lifts a torch, DIMLY ILLUMINATING his surroundings. The dim lights reveals a FIGURE, STANDING.
JONATHAN
(Desperately scared, starting to RUN)
F***.
Jonathan RUNS out of frame, and the camera focuses on the UNMOVING FIGURE. STATIC fills the frame and audio, once it clears, the FIGURE is completely GONE.
EXT? CELESTE - CUT
CELESTE
(Worried, shaking)
Oh no… Is this really happening?
The camera SLOWLY PANS out, and the TRUE SCALE of the empty halls are REVEALED. As the camera PANS the BARELY-ON overhead lights FLICKER at different intervals. AMBIENT NOISE fades out, leaving only SILENCE.
CELESTE
(Worried, shaking)
P-please… Not ag-again.
The lights TURN OFF and when they TURN ON the halls are NO LONGER EMPTY. The halls are SUDDENLY filled with FRAGILE FURNATURE and other such miscellaneous items.
CELESTE
(Worried, quietly, terror)
N-not this one.
Celeste HOLDS HER BREATH, while QUIETLY walking. Objects MOVE, CREAKING. It's clear that Celeste is avoiding the movement. STATIC once again fills the frame and audio. As it clears, the camera focuses an EMPTY CHAIR lit in the dark.
UNRECOGNIZABLE VOICE
(Calm, V.O.)
Yeah, this isn't the place you'd want to be in.
(Solemn, V.O.)
After flickering most people don't make it alive.
INT. ROOM - CONT
The frame FLICKERS between two states, one is the same DIMLY LIT chair, while the other is the same chair, BRIGHTLY LIT with a man sitting in it, this is PHIL.
PHIL
(Whisper, hesitant)
I knew a guy, yeah, he survived, but NOBODY would want to be him.
(Pause, plainly)
Unrecognizable.
Phil SHIFTS in his chair, and the FLICKERING continues.
EXT? JONATHAN - CUT
Jonathan RUNS AIMLESSLY avoiding a FIGURE IN THE DARK. Though Jonathan does not talk, he breaths HEAVILY, like he's been sprinting for hours. It it UNINTERESTING and REPETITIVE. This continues for some time, with no clear purpose.
INT. ROOM - CONT
Jonathan starts FLICKERING between safety and danger, each state have ENTIRELY different surroundings and audio, the only similarity is Jonathan's silhouette is CONNECTED between cuts.
Rev. 1
Hah! This is getting a little darker than I thought I would! Maybe not for you, but yeah, it was hell there. I'm trying to portray this, do you think I'm doing well? I plan on sending this to be made into a movie (though it's not like the frontrooms is going to read this anyways). Ah, thinking back on it, I don't really get how I survived, y'know? Luck I guess? Well let's hop into the story (This ain't going to be visible to Hollywood lmao, this is for you, [myself?].). Welp, let's just continue I guess.