VOICE: FREEZE!
GUNSHOTS
The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other
It was only instinct
The Boy dives for the ground, making an [O_O EMOJI] face
Gun shots are ringing through his ear. Dude 2 is screaming
The Boy was crawling
Dragging himself across the floor pathetically, out the door
He was running now, past the pool, away from the mansion
VOICE: You have to help me! Please help me! Please... Please help me!
The voice was fading
THE BOY: I didn't sign up for this sh**... I didn't want any of this..
The Boy falls against the gra**, too tired to run anymore
He had barely escaped d**h, he was going to jail after this
After everything he had done
Everything he hadn't
THE BOY: I'm supposed to be the troll... I'm Bill O'Reilly.. but life's the biggest troll
THE BOY was crying now, making the [ :'( EMOJI ] face
THE BOY (CONT'D): and the joke is on us
{We don't have to do anything}
{Yeah. Isn't that sad?}
THE BOY: my dad's dead, my friends aren't here, cos' they don't care
The Boy curled up against the gra**, face sad, regretful
This was the end
THE BOY (CONT'D): i'll never see naomi again. i won't get to find out what roscoe's wetsuit means
I miss my dad. i miss.. my mom, i miss being happy. i miss being.. childish
Police sirens were getting louder. The reinforcements had arrived
Laying against the ground, THE BOY began to mumble
THE BOY: Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...
VOICE: I FOUND HIM
What's the point? I don't know
Why am I here? Why am I alive? Why do you care?
I need you
You have to help me