found the script...um...on the internet, yes, certainly not, anywhere else because i am totally not involved in it
whole thing is here:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1rkYp4Eod-zCzHtov52yBOSMYCPxkIkSq/viewIPHONE POV:
Trembling with fear, Skylar begins to cry. This time though,
she’s not pretending.
SKYLAR’S POV:
Holding his phone with his right hand, Tighty-Whitey suddenly
shoves his left hand into his underwear, lightly stroking
himself.
Either he has trouble getting hard, or her fear is that much
of a turn on. Either way, it’s fucked up.
random parts
CAVEMAN DOUCHE
I like redheads, you crazy bitch!
SKYLAR
Great! Then go find a ginger that
can half-way tolerate your ass and -
Leave me! The fuck! Alone!
CAVEMAN DOUCHE
(”light bulb” moment)
You’re a lesbian, aren’t you?
SKYLAR
So what if I was?! Why would that
fucking matter?!
49.
CAVEMAN DOUCHE
(with a laugh)
It’d explain a lot, trust me!
With that, the Queen inside Skylar’s metaphorical soul-castle
commands the archers to launch a wall of deadly arrows at
this Neanderthal.
“DIE, MOTHER FUCKER!”
SKYLAR
Why can you not hear the word NO?!
It’s fucking fascinating! You think
you’re so goddamn special that I -
ONE, have to be a lesbian or, TWO,
a man-hating feminist, or, THREE,
have a boyfriend - in order to not
regret the fact that I failed to
throw some Red-Dye-Number-Two in my
fucking hair before I arrived in
order to fight for your fleeting
attention! You can call me whatever
the fuck you want, project whatever
you need to in order to make
yourself feel better, but Time is
Up, mother fucker! You can’t just
club me over the head and drag me
back to your man-cave by my brown
hair and have your way with me!
Those days are fucking over! I know
it’s hard for you ass-wipes to
grasp, I get why you cling so
closely to the comfort of denial,
because, sure, biologically
speaking, yes, for centuries you’ve
had the upper hand! You’re bigger
than I am! You’re stronger!
Congratu-fuckin’-lations! But we
live in a time that my biology
doesn’t matter anymore, because NOW
my fucking words matter! They carry
legal goddamn weight, asshole! And
right now, in this moment, my word
for you is - NO!!!
Oddly... Caveman Douche remains calm, staring at Skylar with
a smirk on his face, until---
At whip-speed, he grabs Skylar throwing her over his shoulder50.
Parading her around, like some prize he’s won at the country
fair.
SKYLAR (CONT’D)
WHAT THE FUCK?!!! LET ME GO!!!
Her limbs flailing about, Skylar fights against this large
man as if being accosted.
And that is precisely what is happening.
CLOSE ON HER FACE, red from the exertion of her screaming,
every fiber of her being willing it to STOP!
It’s agonizing.
Nauseating.
Humiliating.
For a grown, adult woman to be rendered so helpless.
It’s meant to be a violent reminder that, no matter what
Skylar says, she’s still “only” a woman.
WIDE ON - this establishment has morphed from mild curiosity
to the age-old, bloodlust of a ROARING coliseum.
[Also, I shit you not, this has actually happened to me.]
SKYLAR’S POV:
As if spinning on a manic turntable, Skylar suffers a barrage
of MEN and WOMEN alike, screaming and cheering, all too
pleased that the “buzz-kill” has finally been silenced, the
holiday festivities back on track.
SKYLAR (CONT’D)
Put me down, you fucking
asshole!!!! Let me go, goddamnit!!!
SPIN, SPIN, SPIN.
We catch three glimpses of Tighty-Whitey in the “front row”
with his phone held up. “Is he RECORDING VIDEO of this?!”
Finally, her feet hit the ground again...
BACK TO SCENE:
Wasting no time, Skylar hits Caveman’s tree trunk arms again
and again, but even with her brass knuckles, all he can do is
laugh, as if they’re having a pillow fight.
Chilled against the cold, Skylar clicks back to her HOME
SCREEN to check her missed iMessages, all from Andra.
The frantic string of texts looks something like this:
ANDRA (PREVIOUS TEXTS)
Skylar!
(TEXT)
My brother just sent something to
me asking if it was YOU! Check your
INSTA! His friend actually follows
those D-Bags!
(TEXT)
Are you okay?!
(TEXT)
Fucking call me! This shit is
crazy!!!
(TEXT)
Where the fuck are you?! Are you
still at the bar?!
(TEXT)
I don’t know what to do!!!!
(TEXT)
Call me please!!!
(TEXT)
Just tried you again!
(TEXT)
Should I call your mom? The
police?!
(TEXT)
I’m half way to Greenpoint with
Peter and we’re stuck on the bridge
or I’d be on my way!!!!
(TEXT)
I’m so sorry I left you! I’m such a
dick!!!
Dumbfounded, Skylar finds a DM from Andra in her INSTA, a
FORWARDED VIDEO from “The Disrupters” INSTAGRAM STORY.
CLICKING on it, to her surprise, Skylar finds a VIDEO OF
HERSELF from no more than fifteen minutes ago.
“Who wants to pay some serious (Bitcoin symbol) to watch us
RAPE the whore?! #FuckYouMeToo #TimesUpBitch #TheDisrupters”
Skylar CLICKS to the profile page, boasting over 87,000
followers, the handle: “The_DISRUPT3RS_37”
Her video has also just been posted there.
Among the slew of immediate “Troll” comments:
-“Love this! Just transferred you some coin!”
-”You guys are the beeeeeeest! They keep deleting you, but
you keep on cumming back!”
-”This shit is hilarious”
-”#Disrupters4everrrr Pown the bitch”
-”ROFL shes fucking spazzing out!”
-”LOL Id totally hit it but shes not hot”
Clicking back to “The Disrupters” INSTA page, Skylar finds a
NEW VIDEO POST.
She CLICKS on it to discover a RECORDING of her talking to
the cops, from only a block away.
The video’s caption reads, “Anyone know her name? Info? DM me
or post in comments!”
She scrolls down through the numerous comments beneath.
The “conversation” has grown overwhelmingly long, the
“Trolls” loving having a front row seat to Skylar being
stalked.
And there, at the very bottom, one user named “@COWTIPPER42”
has posted something beyond disturbing only five seconds ago.
@COWTIPPER42 (PREVIOUS POST)
I know this girl! She went to my
high school! She’s always been a
whore! Fucked the whole damn
baseball team
Beside herself, Skylar shakes her head from side to side.
Then, a few more FRESH POSTS pop up right before her eyes,
this “@COWTIPPER42” person online, right now, in real time.
@COWTIPPER42 (POST) (CONT’D)
Her name is Skylar London.
(POST)
Here’s her home address in Texas!
(HER TEXAS HOME ADDRESS)
FaceBook.
(SKYLAR’S FACEBOOK LINK)
Twitter.
(SKYLAR’S TWITTER LINK)
Insta.
(SKYLAR’S INSTA LINK)
HAVE AT HER BOYS!
Again, the wind is knocked out of Skylar, sheer panic
building, but still, she doesn’t hesitate to immediately call
“MOMMA.”
RING, RING, RING.
No answer.
She tries again, her knee bobbing up and down, tears building
in her eyes, but she fights them back.
RING, RING, RING.
No answer.
“FUCK!”
Then... Skylar draws a breath, in horror, as the headlights
come upon SEVEN MEN, 20-ishIn the distance, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts, but
all wearing that same freaky little boy mask.
Yup. Their ring leader, Tighty-Whitey, is there, raising his
phone at the approaching cab, hitting RECORD.
TIGHTY-WHITEY’S POV THROUGH THE PEEPHOLES:
His breath has quickened now, in anticipation.
INHALE, EXHALE, INHALE, EXHALE, INHALE, EXHALE!
We watch the cab coming closer, Skylar POUNDING on the plexiglass, her SCREAMING muffled inside the medallion.
75.
INSIDE THE CAB:
Skylar’s survival instinct immediately kicks inFight or flight.
She FLINGS OPEN the passenger side door...
And, after only a moment’s hesitation, leaps from the moving
car - leaving her phone charging in the front seat.
Ducking and rolling to her feet as best as she is able -
scraping her nylon-knees BLOODY in the process - Skylar races
to the nearest set of stairs.
The men pursue, all too delighted by the chase!
The metal door of the stairwell is propped open by a heavy,
wooden doorstopper.
POUND, POUND, POUND! Her sneakers smack against this elevated
slab of concrete as she runs as fast as she can toward what
looks to be the top rung of a fire escape, butThis lone young man tackles her from behind, the two rolling
a full yard from sheer momentum.
Thankfully, Skylar lands on top, unleashing a few BRASS
KNUCKLED BLOWS.
BAM!
In a fit of fury, Skylar unmasks him to unveil... he’s just a
pimple-faced teenager, no older than 16.
His face is completely shattered from her brass knuckles,
spitting up bits broken teeth and a ridiculous amount of
blood.
His real likeness exposed, forced to gaze up at Skylar, human
to human, this young man falters with... shame.
With one look, their eyes locked, these two experience an
instant, genuine, undeniable and unshakable pulse of shared
humanity between them, their faces screaming, “How the fuck
did we get here?”
Stunned, Skylar jumps off of him, QUICKLY LOCATING the nearby
fire escape.
Just as she climbs on, Skylar watches as below77.
EXT. MULTILEVEL PARKING GARAGE, STREET - SIMULTANEOUSLY
-The rest of the young men explode from an exit door, street
level, Tighty-Whitey in the lead, no idea that all he has to
do is... look up.
INTERCUT BETWEEN STREET, FIRE ESCAPE AND ROOFTOP:
With one nod, Tighty-Whitey commands the others to fan out,
in all directions, to go and find their prey.
Holding her breath, Skylar observes the group strategically
disperse into the New York City streets.
Back on the roof, his mask still off, our young man pulls his
phone from his small backpack and goes to a GROUP TEXT THREAD
that’s been shared by “The Disrupters” all evening.
The last message, clearly from the cabbieRANDOM NYC NUMBER (PREVIOUS TEXT)
Got her in my cab. On my way. You
better have all my cash.
He composes a text and sends.
BUZZ, BUZZ. Tighty-Whitey has just gotten the text.
Skylar watches from above as Tighty-Whitey pulls his phone
from his satchel.
TIGHTY-WHITEY’S POV:
Lifting his cell, we see the text from a contact saved as
“SHORTY.”
SHORTY (TEXT)
Got her on the roof.
BACK TO SCENE:
Without looking up, Tighty-Whitey doubles back, disappearing
out of sight.
As Skylar could not see what was on his phone, she simply
waits until he is gone, then begins to quietly descend the
fire escape, slowly but surely, attempting not to make a
sound.
EXT. MULTILEVEL PARKING GARAGE, ROOFTOP - 4 SOMETHING A.M.
The roof door KICKS open - BOOM! - Tighty-Whitey stepping out
onto the elevated slab of concrete.
78.
Scanning the rooftop, his eyes cloud with rage with no sign
of Skylar.
The only other soul here is Shorty, sitting on the roof,
still unmasked, bleeding profusely.
Tighty-Whitey walks up to him, crouches down, and stares at
this kid for a long pause.
He holds up his phone, showing Shorty his own text, right in
front of his face-
“Got her on the roof.”
In an explosion of unbridled fury, Tighty-Whitey grabs this
kid by his hair, sweeping his arm at the empty roof as if to
say, “You do NOT have her on the mother fucking roof! You
fucking LIED to me!”
It seems that Shorty wasn’t “ratting” Skylar out at all, but
attempting to protect her by granting her more time.
Tighty-Whitey pulls the kid’s head back harder.
SHORTY
I had to do it... It’s just...
fucked up. How is this not fucked
up?
Without pause, Tighty-Whitey rears back and... SMACKS this
kid’s skull against the concrete rooftop, his frame folded
forward, grossly contorted, broken and bleeding.
Sitting perfectly still, Skylar doesn’t move as we watch
Tighty-Whitey’s blurred frame come into focus as he finally
reaches her.
Oddly, Tighty-Whitey takes a seat directly across from her.
The two meet eyes for the very first time.
83.
-SKYLAR’S POV ON TIGHTY-WHITEY.
-TIGHTY-WHITEY’S PEEPHOLE POV ON SKYLAR.
-CLOSE UP on his hands calmly rested on his bare knees, red
marker stain still on his left fingers.
-CLOSE UP on her hands calmly rested on her knees, brass
knuckles crowned upon her fingers.
-EXTREME CLOSE UP OF SKYLAR’S FACE.
-EXTREME CLOSE UP OF TIGHTY-WHITEY’S MASK.
It’s like a fucked up staring match.
The kind of game we all played as children, where the person
who blinks loses.
Sadly, in this case, if Skylar blinks first, she gets fucking
raped.
Which is why Skylar is determined not to mother fucking
blink.
And just as the doors begin to close, we watch IN SLOW MOTION
as Skylar grabs the vertical handlebar next to her, loops
around like a badass and launches onto the platform, just
before the doors slide right in front of Tighty-Whitey’s
“face.”
INT. COLUMBUS CIRCLE STATION - 4 SOMETHING A.M. (CONTINUOUS)
Tighty-Whitey presses his mask against the window of the
train door.
And for the first time, Skylar is able to really see THE BLUE
OF HIS EYES, ICE-COLD in their violent stare.
But...
She gazes back.
Like pure granite.
Fearless and unshakable.
A fucking mountain.
Then---
The train pulls away from the station, bringing Tighty-Whitey
with it.
TIGHTY-WHITEY’S IPHONE POV:
Suddenly, we experience the ACTUAL VIDEO Tighty-Whitey is
capturing with his jostled phone as he runs--
Showcasing the disturbing image of Skylar being chased, her
little fairy wings flapping as she races, as if willing her
to fly.
But she cannot fly.
Because, sadly, she’s not a fairy at all.
She’s a human.
Frail and finite.
We watch as Tighty-Whitey gains on her and... he must have
tackled her because all we see now is pure chaos.
Then grass.
But we can hear Skylar SCREAMING and KICKING and PUNCHING,
causing Tighty-Whitey to87.
SLAM! SLAM!! SLAM!!!
We just barely catch sight of Skylar falling to the ground on
her stomach, completely knocked off her axis.
He must have smacked her really good across the face a few
times by the way she’s barely able to lift her head.
The phone image lifts as Tighty-Whitey picks it up from the
grass.
In the background, we can hear Skylar WEEPING uncontrollably.
A horrifying sound.
SKYLAR
Please... Please... Don’t hurt
me...
The recording flips around, the video image filling with the
mask of Tighty-Whitey.
He props the phone up against a tree, centering it on Skylar
who has just barely gotten on all fours, disoriented, shaking
and SOBBING.
BACK TO SCENE:
We are now in front of Skylar, on all fours, her face
bloodied from a busted lip, her right eye already swelling
shut.
Behind her, Tighty-Whitey slowly approaches.
Step, step, step.
SKYLAR (CONT’D)
My mom... She’s sick... Please...
Let me go...
But just as Tighty-Whitey gets close enough, Skylar drops the
fake sobbing act and swings her upper body around, launching
a powerful, brass-knuckled fist straight to his balls.
As he falls to his knees, Skylar makes a break for it,
running east againBut she can’t run very fast anymore, with a busted lip,
swollen eye and what must be a twisted ankle.
With one glance behind, it seems Tighty-Whitey is done
messing around with the “cat and mouse” game he’s enjoyed all
evening88.
He’s now CHASING her, as fast as his bruised balls will
allow, cupping them with his left hand, recording her again
with his right.
Coming upon the Meer, the murky pond eerily rippling in the
darkness, Skylar hides behind a small brick building housing
locked bathrooms.
In an instant, she rips off her fairy wings, throws them to
the ground, and takes to tearing at the white and goldglittered nylon stretched around thick metal wiring.
TIGHTY-WHITEY’S POV:
Through his peepholes, Tighty-Whitey stumbles to the brick
bathrooms and rounds the corner where Skylar is meant to be.
But she isn’t there.
BACK TO SCENE:
Suddenly, a thick string of metal wiring is around his throat
as Skylar chokes him from behind.
Ripping and clawing at his neck, the young man falls back,
throwing them both to the ground.
Skylar holds on as hard as she can, uttering a PRIMORDIAL
SCREEEEEEAM, her knuckles turning white, veins bulging from
her forehead.
But Tighty-Whitey is bigger than she is.
Stronger.
Purely biologically speaking, of course.
And.
Suddenly.
She loses her grip.
IPHONE POV:
Trembling with fear, Skylar begins to cry. This time though,
she’s not pretending.
SKYLAR’S POV:
Holding his phone with his right hand, Tighty-Whitey suddenly
shoves his left hand into his underwear, lightly stroking
himself.
Either he has trouble getting hard, or her fear is that much
of a turn on. Either way, it’s fucked up.
BACK TO SCENE:
Looking away from him, Skylar prepares for the inevitableWhen suddenly, she receives a facial of hot, red blood,
pouring down all over her countenance.
PAN UP to reveal---
A sharp wooden spike protruding through Tighty-Whitey’s body,
straight through his lungs.
The stake then rips out again, spraying a larger fountain of
blood all over Skylar’s body.
Tighty-Whitey falls to his knees, to reveal---
Andra, holding up one of her “vampire hunter” stakes, now
covered in blood.
91.
MASK PEEPHOLE POV:
We see Tighty-Whitey lifts his fingers, his red marker stains
now saturated with real blood.
BACK TO SCENE:
This time... it’s Skylar’s face that falls completely void of
all empathy as she makes her way to her feet.
She steps closer to Tighty-Whitey, her attacker, his lungs
filling with blood, unable to breathe.
Staring down at him, Skylar kicks him to the ground, then
kicks him again, rolling him over onto his back.
ECU OF TIGHTY-WHITEY’S BLUE EYES, BEGGING FOR MERCY.
ECU OF SKYLAR’S EYES THAT OFFER NONE.
His hand slowly reaches for his phone, one last desperate
attempt at survival, but...
CRAAAAACK.
With one bedazzled sneaker, Skylar steps on his fingers,
Tighty-Whitey deeply pained internally, but eerily not making
a fucking sound.
Lifting Tighty-Whitey’s UNLOCKED phone, Skylar RECORDS this
young man’s final social media upload, his last INSTA story,
for all “The Disrupters” to see.
IPHONE POV:
Blood GURGLES and spits from Tighty-Whitey’s mouth, spewing
from the “breathing holes” of his mask and down his neck.
He does not cry.
He does not groan.
He only bleeds out, his body quaking... until every fiber of
his being falls limp, surrendering to death.
Skylar releases the RECORD button.
The VIDEO ENDS.
where i cut it is actually a better ending than hers which continues to go on
video games, gamergate, etc. never mentioned...JUST A DOXXING GANG RULED BY A MAN WHO WEARS TIGHTY-WHITES AND NOTHING ELSE
BAIT AND SWITCH, I'M SUING, YOU'LL SEE MY LAWYER ZATTMURDOCK ESQ IN BIRD UP COURT!
