Spikes & Strange Ideas (script - very short)

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Mike, Joe and Nadia are stood outside of an off license, none of them are older than 14. It is a Friday night and they want to get drunk, sadly none of them have a fake ID.

Joe: ere mike, giz a tab.

Mike: scrounging get you owe me now like (passes Joe a cigarette).

Joe: aye, here Nadia, do you not reckon you could gan in, you might be able to get served.

Nadia: Nah they know me in there we need someone else.

Mike (to Passer-by1): Ere mate, do us a favour and gan in that shop and buy us some white lightning, you can have a tab and a drink if you like, need to get spaced.

Passer-by1 (shouting right in mikes face): DID YOU SAY SPACE??!?!!? WHEEEEEEEEEE HAHAH, space is a wonder!! (Slaps Mike in the face then runs away).

Mike: YOU MAD CRANK I'LL GET ME BRUVA TO BREAK YOUR LEGS.

Joe: Just leave it man, some people are nutters like that.

Another passer-by approaches, Nadia talks to this one, he has a monobrow and his eyes are very close together.

Nadia: Scuse me, you couldn't go in that shop and buy me some drink could you? i look too young and have no identification. I’ll give you a cigarette and some of the drink if you like.

Passer-by2: yes, of course, just hand me some cash and I’ll be back in a moment. What are you drinking?

Nadia: cider.

Passer-by2: classic choice, one moment.

The man goes into the shop and comes out a few moments later with the drink, the bottle is already open and the level of liquid has gone down slightly.

Passer-by2: Gotta dash, i had some drink in the shop, cheers, bye.

Nadia: Thanks.

Joe: Was a bit dodgy him like, ah wey, got the job done, pass that bottle.

Mike: after you like, need to get wrecked.

[30 minutes later]

Nadia: ugh, I don't know like, feel a bit strange, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that paving slab looks funny.

Joe: aye, know what you mean, everything is going weird and my head feels like a mess.

Mike: you don't think that guy might have spiked us or something do you? my head is going like wildfire.

At this point, the mad passer-by from earlier returns and begins another conversation with Mike.

Passer-by1: So, umm, DO YOU GUYS WANNA GO INTO SPACE IT BE GOOOOOD.

Mike: Eh? What? Eh? Wait? Erm, who are you? *Shakes his head and exhales slowly*

Passer-by1: I AM BIG SUPERCLEVER FROM SPACE, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Joe: Get lost nutter or al av ya.

Passer-by1: BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING!!

Mike (to Nadia): This guy is blagging my head up... is your vision getting a little shot? Colours seem to be bleeding everywhere, hehehehehehehehehehehe.

The Passer-by wonders off, leaving Nadia, Joe and Mike feeling very confused.

Joe: before he went i got this off him... a jazz cd.

[30 minutes later]

Mike: I think there is some seriously crazy stuff in this drink, that guy might have given us some LSD or something, I’ve never felt like this.

Joe: yeah, I understand what you mean, I’ve got all sorts of thoughts and ideas going through my head that I’ve never noticed before.

Nadia: the fact that loon keeps showing up and ranting about space and acting most random indeed does not help matters.

Mike: yeah, its strange, but this last hour has been very very strange indeed, i need to get my head in order.

Joe: I really wanna listen to this Jazz CD.

Nadia: something is coming to me, I’m starting to get an idea about what’s going on.

Joe: me too.

Mike: I'VE GOT IT, its not a happy fact but i now fully understand what is happening here, don't you see, we don't actually exist! We’re just characters in a script, doing whatever the writer commands us too!

Joe: I see it now!! The guy loves his stereotypes too, sad fact is he also hates happy endings....

Nadia: damn.

The strange passer-by that references space all the time runs past - grabs Mike and vanishes into the distance, never to be seen again.

Joe: yeah, that sure does suck, i dunno if i can hack the rest of this, the future isn't looking too bright considering the terms, I guess that guy was really an alien looking to abduct someone.

Nadia: Yeah, makes sense in terms of what’s known about his character, I just hope that other guy doesn't show up, as soon as I saw him I stereotyped him as a funny looking kiddie murderer.

Joe: Can't trust him, he filled our drink with weird drugs that let us see that there is a reality that is beyond what we expected. My only question still is what’s up with this jazz CD I got handed.

Nadia: Oh that’s simple, it’ll be the soundtrack CD to the feature production of this story.

Joe: Ah.

Passer-by2 returns with quite an ominous look on his face.

The End.

 

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