didn't forget this week!
but, I couldn't think of anything original, so here's something based off a scene I did in drama class, but with my OCs and swears. (I originally played the villain.)
off we go.
Gina: *Tied up in a basement.* help help, someone save me, it smells awful down here, and it's dark, and- HOLY FUCK, I THINK I JUST SAW SOMETHING MOVE-
Emily: oh yeah, thats Jerry, he's a rat. He's pretty chill. I put out traps, but he avoids them. Honestly respect him for it. Anyways...
Emily: no one is coming to save you, because I made the ransom SO OVERPRICED, that NO ONE would be able to afford it without a fifty percent discount AT THE VERY LEAST.
Gina: Ok, but I'm literally a princess. My parents could afford it.
Emily: 'My PaReNtS cOuLd AfFoRd It' I killed your parents.
Gina: wait, what?
Emily: anyways, get comfortable darling. You'll be here for a long time! *Evil laugh*
Emily: *Stops evil laughing.* Brooke.
Brooke: *Takes headphones off.* yeah?
Emily: you missed the evil laugh.
Brooke: Oh, my bad.
Emily: It's fine, just remember next time.
Brooke: ok, thanks. Anyways, what're we up to?
Emily: Just telling her no one's coming to save her-
Chilli: WHAT UP BITCHES?
Emily: WHAT THE FUCK-? DID YOU JUST BREAK INTO MY HOUSE?! THAT'S LITERALLY A CRIME, WHAT THE FUCK?!
Alex: *Standing with Chilli.* You literally kidnapped a princess.
Emily: yeah, but I'm a villain, you two are supposed to be lawful good.
Brooke: yeah, kidnapping princesses was on our evil to-do list *Holds up note pad.*
Alex: Ooh, red ink.
Brooke: yeah, I thought it looked the most evil.
Alex: smart, smart.
Emily: fuck sake. BROOKE, STOP TALKING TO THE ENEMY.
Brooke: my bad.
Emily: anyways, have you come to pay the ransom?
Chilli: NO!
Alex: *Whispering to her* no, we are.
Chilli: I MEAN YES!
Alex: *Whispering to her* good save.
Emily: ok, so do you have cash?
Chilli: Uhhhhhhhhh. No. Do you take card?
Emily: Oh yeah, we take visa, spriggy...
Chilli: Do you take american express?
Emily: Uh, no sorry.
Chilli: Gift cards?
Emily: no. We take cheques?
Chilli: Um, I don't have a cheque book, I'm not a three hundred year old tortoise.
Emily: you know what you are though?
Chilli: what?
Emily: a fifteen year old alcoholic theatre kid with family issues, depression, anxiety and a bully count in the double digits.
Chilli: ...
Chilli: ok bitch, FIGHT ME.
Emily: BRING IT FUCKER!
Chilli: *Stabs her*
Emily: tell my dad I loathe him! *Fucking dies*
Chilli: *Unties Gina*
Gina: fucking finally. I'm going to panda express.
Alex: *Gives gift card for it* here's a gift card.
Gina: thanks. mkay, bye.
there ya go. bye.
