Mindfreaks was submitted into the SHU Theatre Arts Program’s TheaterFest of 2017-2018. It got up to the second round and semi-finals. 

INT. WHITNEY & EMERY’S HOME — WHITNEY’S ROOM


Emery walks up to Whitney who is sitting in the center of the stage while relaxed upon a throne.


EMERY

Whitney?


WHITNEY

Who wanders into my chamber without my desired request?


EMERY

I do. Name’s Emery. Your happy go lucky pain in the ass.


WHITNEY

As my right-hand companion, Emery, I will spare your miserable existence just this once.


EMERY

We live in an apartment, Whitney. Not a Spencer’s.


WHITNEY

And I am not a cursed human, much like yourself, Emery?


EMERY

Because we both have the ability to control people’s minds?


WHITNEY

At least someone as insignificant as yourself knows their place within this treacherous world, as god himself granted us life but not without making a deal with the devil himself to turn us into the depraved, repulsive wretches that we are.


EMERY

Minorities?


WHITNEY

(yelling)

MINORITIES BELOW MINORITIES, EMERY! BORN WITH THE DEVIL’S CURSE AND BIRTHED INTO GOD’S REALITY WITH THE PSYCHIC ABNORMALITY TO MANIP-


EMERY

(interrupting Whitney)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Manipulating people’s minds. I was born to read them. You were born to control them. You don’t need to tell me every time I force myself to walk in here.


Whitney stands up in anger


WHITNEY

You bark at your sovereign, pest?


EMERY

I would yell at some rotting carcass of a sentient pile of organs and body tissue who overuses a can of AXE body spray over the ‘ever-so-cursed atrocity of’… bathing like a normal person.


WHITNEY

You speak only of fiction. Wishful thinking my dear servant, for-


WHITNEY & EMERY

god is not as forgiving contrary to the popular belief of the upper-class, as normality to us cursed-


EMERY

beings is nothing more than a mole attempting to conform with birds, as they’re unable to fly let alo- ‘Emery stop reading my mind, you are making me feel uncomfortable. I get it, you win. I’ll start showering if you want to.’ OH, THAAAAANKS, WHITNEY! I genuinely appreciate it! Why don’t you meet me in the living room after you bathe and we’ll talk about what we want to do today?


Emery leaves the room as Whitney waits for a bit until raising a hand towards where Emery left off to indicate that he has casted his mind manipulation powers to force Emery to forget about what happened.


EMERY

Whitney. Why am I standing here? I was just sleeping on the couch.


WHITNEY

You ask me?


EMERY

Whitney, I know you used your mind manipulation powers to make me forget something that happened between us. Didn’t you?


WHITNEY

Should we discuss about today’s plan, Emery?


EMERY

Not after you shower.

Just because you made me forget doesn’t mean I can’t read what *you* remember.


INT. WHITNEY & EMERY’S HOME — LIVING ROOM


Emery and Whitney sit on a couch thinking about what to do today


WHITNEY

So, Emery. What is on your mind?


EMERY

I know what’s on *yours*.


WHITNEY

As you do.


EMERY

Anyways, I was thinking of doing something a bit… different today? Maybe—uhh… big?


WHITNEY

Something… big? For someone as slothful such as yourself, you seem to be thinking amongst the height of the heavens for once.


EMERY

What if we found a way to put an end to humanity?


WHITNEY

Ahh. Plotting a revenge amongst mankind and their sins inflicted upon the world by betraying their god? You suggest that we commit the ultimate sin as a compromise?


EMERY

I mean, when you put it like that…


WHITNEY

Such an extravagant idea indeed, but with great power comes with tremendous responsibility. How are we to succeed with such a terrifying spectacle?


EMERY

When I’m out in public reading people’s minds, some people I’ll pass by are, like, members of the CIA. I’ve written some of their names down in a notebook. From what I’ve gathered, there’s this thing that they got called Project: Alaska. It’s a death machine designed where the user programming it can freeze themselves in a chamber for a few millennia as it shoots out a frozen laser thingy into the stratosphere and freezes over the world, killing most of the population, if not everyone. The user is able to leave once the world kinda becomes green again.

.

WHITNEY

A possession of such thought is allowed outside in a public space?


EMERY

I mean, what people think about isn’t really public knowledge… At least in a parallel dimension where I don’t exist.


Doorbell ring


EMERY

Door’s unlocked; just walk over to me and I’ll pay.


Pizza man (Grey) walks in with a box


PIZZAMAN (GREY)

I’ve got pepperoni and mushrooms for Emery.


Grey literally stopped moving from Whitney’s mind control


WHITNEY

You ordered pizza, Emery?


EMERY

Yeah? So?


WHITNEY

We were planning to get our food *after* we succeeded with our daily plan, which we have yet to successfully strategize to it’s fullest extent.


EMERY

I’m hungry.


WHITNEY

We have plenty of opportunities to consume some food during the day.


EMERY

Can you just make him think that I payed him, already?


GREY

That’ll be-


Whitney makes the pizza man think that he was already given money in advanced. The pizza man is able to move again.


GREY

Alright. Thank you for the payment and thank you for choosing Pizza-Gucci.


Grey leaves.


WHITNEY

How about world domination?


EMERY

Isn’t that, like, the same thing?


WHITNEY

Instead of simply ridding the world of it’s humanity, wouldn’t it be more plausible to take control of it?


EMERY

Because of course someone like you has to bring up mind control. Aren’t you only supposed to manipulate one person at a time?


WHITNEY

You dare to reference my inferiorities?


EMERY

At least you have a good personality.


WHITNEY

Don’t you know the consequences for barking at your ruler? Were you raised off of your caretaker’s insolence and leniency?


EMERY

I like long walks on the beach and seizing the means of production.


WHITNEY

Insolence, leniency, *and* confusion? Is this how commoners communicate with each other nowadays?



EMERY

Do you just wanna go after Project: Alaska?


WHITNEY

I guess I will be frank, I am unable to protest much further. While I would rot of boredom from being unable to manipulate another human being, at least we will prove that human beings deemed as scum, such as ourselves, will be the last of our species to survive. Besides, we can physically visit Chernobyl.


EMERY

It would be pretty cool to live the last moments of our life being the only two humans alive on earth. It wouldn’t be as convenient to live in, but at least we’ll be the only two to do it… maybe.


WHITNEY

Then, our plan is settled?


EMERY

You seem to be pretty fixed on it based on how much you’re quietly being a yes man about it.



I mean, that’s just how you act in general.


WHITNEY

Despite my authority above someone as weak such as yourself, you don’t seem to take me very seriously.


EMERY

Let’s just get going before I pass out.


Emery takes out a piece of pizza and gives it to Whitney.


WHITNEY

I am not hungry.


EMERY

That’s because you’re always eat, you wandering embodiment of haram.




INT. CAR


EMERY

This place is supposed to be located somewhere remote, obviously.


WHITNEY

You intentionally left your phone behind, correct?


EMERY

I don’t need the CIA or NSA on my ass while we’re talking about top secret information that goody two shoed civilians such as us aren’t supposed to-


Whitney takes out their phone


EMERY

Son of a bitch, Whitney! How much battery does your phone have?


WHITNEY

The battery icon indicates that it holds it’s near fullest possession of power.

*quickly* Specifically 97%.


Emery takes the phone from Whitney


EMERY

At least it’s on airplane mode. Quickly, put it in a plastic bag in the freezer. The battery will die faster.


Whitney puts the phone in the trunk freezer.


EMERY

I’m thinking we sleep for the night at a hotel somewhere.


WHITNEY

This location is a distance away from our current territory?


EMERY

Yeah.


WHITNEY

And you expect to travel towards this location without the reliability of commoner tools such as smart phones?


EMERY

Whitney. A phone is a detriment. Otherwise, Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones would’ve physically exiled our asses from society by then.


WHITNEY

I am aware of your extraordinary mental cunning. I was just not fully aware of the capabilities of the bigger authority. They give us such convenience only to use it against us. The detriments of living in a democracy and not a monarchy. I will reward you with my praise, Emery. You *are* a useful companion.


EMERY

You want something at Starbuck’s? We’re gonna go through the drive-thru.


WHITNEY

I request for a grande caramel macchiato, as the foamiest of drinks are always the most cathartic to consume.


EMERY

I just wanted your order, not an Olive Garden menu description.


WHITNEY

You desire for the usual, do you not?


EMERY

Yeah, the usual.


Emery stops and an announcer asks for their order.


ANNOUNCER (Grey)

Hi, welcome to Starbucks. May I take your order?


EMERY

Give us free shit.


A brief pause


ANNOUNCER

Alright, just come on around and we’ll give you your free drinks. Thank you for voting for Sanders.


EMERY

Thanks, loser. (sarcastically to Whitney)


WHITNEY

I am only doing this for you due to my power expanding beyond the realms of our universe with you by my side.


EMERY

You think you can take the wheel for me. I’m gonna go into that alley way over there.


WHITNEY

How come?


EMERY

I wanna get baked.


Emery gets out of the car and walks away. Whitney is sitting there silently and switches seats.


WHITNEY

Such hedonism.




EXT. ALLEYWAY


A drugdealer is standing there as Emery walks over to them.


DRUG DEALER (Grey)

You cool?


EMERY

I dunno. Are *you* freezing to death?


DRUG DEALER

Heh. Real funny.


EMERY

Cool.


DRUG DEALER

Are you looking for something?


EMERY

Your name is Brian, right? Brian Parker?


DRUG DEALER

What?


EMERY

Brian Parker? Correct?


DRUG DEALER

No? I think you’re looking in the wrong area. He’s probably some rich asshole sitting in Wall Street right now.


EMERY

Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of life you’d be wishing right now. I know exactly what you did to Jessica.


DRUG DEALER

The hell are you talking about?!


EMERY

Jessica Harmon’s cousin? San Antonio High School? Class of 97’? I know exactly what you did to her and her family.


DRUG DEALER

Listen here, it was a car accident. I was picking up my sister from school!


EMERY

A CAR ACCIDENT THAT COSTED HER LOVED ONES, BRIAN! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!


DRUG DEALER

AND I DID MY TIME AND I’M DOING WHATEVER I CAN TO NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT JAIL CELL EVER AGAIN!


EMERY

BY SELLING MARIJUANA IN THE STREETS, BRIAN?! BY RELYING ON FOOD STAMPS AND GETTING BOOZE BY PRETENDING TO BE HOMELESS?! THAT’LL GET YOU TO AVOID JAIL?


The Drug Dealer falls to the ground in anguish and despair.


DRUG DEALER

Just take ‘em.


EMERY

Huh?


The Drug Dealer gives everything he has.


DRUG DEALER

Just take it all. Throw it all away, because I finally understand my purpose in life, and I will live my life knowing of everything that I’ve done. I’m irredeemable.


EMERY

Thanks, bro.


Emery picks up the drugs and walks away.


DRUG DEALER

The hell?!




INT — CAR


Emery walks back into the car, as Whitney is now in the driver’s seat.


WHITNEY

How did everything within that alley transpire?


EMERY

I emotionally broke the dealer. I didn’t even need to demand for any weed. He just gave it to me.


WHITNEY

Is that the only thing you use your mind-reading for? Emotional manipulation for gain?


EMERY

I mean, I personally use it to mess with religious people, start rumors about others, threaten people by their social security numbers, debit card info, credit card info, and other things… Oh, actually, I learn some skills from random people on the street.


WHITNEY

Skills? Of any particular variance?


EMERY

Cooking, street performing, meditating, talking to people, surviving in the wild, the works.


WHITNEY

Ah, no wonder you made that incredibly scrumptious gnocchi the other night.


EMERY

Did you know that the secret to making a five star recipe is to get a bottle of the condiment of your choosing and shooting it in a zigzag pattern across your dish?

If we stop by somewhere to eat, do you think we should try it with something basic?


WHITNEY

As expected of your mind reading, you have aroused my hidden human-like vulnerability of… curiosity. I demand that you provide me with an example, ayyyy-SAP!




INT. DINER


Emery and Whitney are sitting at a table in a diner, with a plate of French Fries.


EMERY

French fries.


WHITNEY

French fries? The greasiest of commoner food?


EMERY

You like ketchup with yours, right?


WHITNEY

Correct. It savors the oily texture of the fries of the French.


EMERY

Just call them french fries. Or fries.



WHITNEY

I demand that you hand me over the contained red table sauce, Emery. I would like to have a first hand experience in your exquisite claims.


Emery gives Whitney the bottled ketchup


EMERY

Here you go.


WHITNEY

How delightful of you, Emery.


Whitney shoots the ketchup across the plate of fries in a zigzag fashion, as told by Emery. Whitney then looks at the plate in satisfaction.


WHITNEY

Heheh… hehehahahah… HUHUHUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

COWER BEFORE MY NEWFOUND CULINARY EXPRESSION, FOR *I* HAVE FURTHER UNLOCKED THE SECRETS TO CRAFTING THE ULTIMATE RECIPE!


Waiter walks over.


WAITER (Grey)

Do I have to throw you out of the restaurant?


WHITNEY

Do you lust over the warm and swift embrace of your inevitable demise, coward?


Whitney mind-controls that waiter onto the floor as the waiter uses his legs to push his lying body out of the scene.


EMERY

This is why I intentionally avoid going out to eat with you.


WHITNEY

I consider this one instance the singular exception?


EMERY

I mean… we’re gonna destroy the world. It may as well be our last before I have to spend the rest of my life being stuck with your weird ass.


WHITNEY

Our last supper before world domination… are fries?


EMERY

Ask that guy you just scooted away for a cheesesteak or something, you can do whatever the hell you want.


WHITNEY

Alright then. Waiter?


The waiter walks back over


WAITER

What is it that you wish for tonight, my fellow sovereign?


EMERY

Whitney, holy crap, what are you doing?


WHITNEY and WAITER

With the powers that we possess, let us make history.


EMERY

Not with that waiter, you’re not.


WAITER

But I, as a waiter, can serve all of the food you desire through thick and thin.


EMERY

You won’t even *have* food in the car to serve, let alone the apocalypse.


WAITER

Not a worry my newfound master; you can teach me the ways of survival.


EMERY

Maybe after you quit manipulating some random waiter, Whitney.


WHITNEY and WAITER

I will manipulate whomever I please!


EMERY

Oh, funny story. I passed by George R. R. Martin the other day, and as I was reading his mind, he’s apparently planning on ending Game of Thrones with something incredible.


WHITNEY

You cannot fool me this time, Emery. I know those last two spoilers you implanted into my mind were completely false.


EMERY

The next person who takes over the throne-


The waiter then sprints in a goofy fashion as a door can be heard opening and closing followed by a crashing sound.


EMERY

You’re making everyone in this restaurant forget everything that happened here. Got it, Whitney?


WHITNEY

I am always astounded by your otherworldly ability to read the thoughts of other human beings. The best way to describe your usage of such an ability is… emotionally manipulative.


EMERY

I still wonder why you don’t just mind control me to run away or make me forget that you exist, let alone deem me as an equal. Your ability to control minds is obviously more powerful than mine.


WHITNEY

As you are correct. If I wanted to, I could even cease the function of your brain, killing you instantaneously.


EMERY

Have you ever done it to someone?


WHITNEY

Why ask me? You’re always reading my mind. By this stage I am surprised you have not even found the secrets to Pandora’s Box.


EMERY

So you didn’t kill anyone.


WHITNEY

And you are… correct.


EMERY

About what you just said…


WHITNEY

Specify.


EMERY

About reading everyone’s minds? I honestly… kinda hate it.


WHITNEY

It becomes exhausting, doesn’t it? Perhaps from the vast ocean and variety of thought processes and memories that you encounter daily?



EMERY

Everyone’s messed up. I can’t even trust anyone.


WHITNEY

Not even the waiter?


EMERY

That waiter is a wifebeater and a closeted Jared Fogle.


WHITNEY

(casually) Jesus, really?


EMERY

I barely even met him and he’s ripe for a dateline NBC reboot pilot, but that’s just one person. Everyone else I meet is either pretentious, depraved of any morality, feels obligated to believe in bullshit, or just has murderous impulses against certain people, it’s really traumatic.


WHITNEY

Was this why you were so inclined to go on this odyssey with me?


EMERY

I guess.


Pause


EMERY

Tonight, we’re gonna book a hotel. Tomorrow, it’ll take about three hours to get to our destination.


WHITNEY

You imply that we should get some sleep soon? Correct?


EMERY

Yeah. I’ve had a long day.




EXT — Car, near the facility that holds project Alaska


EMERY

This is it, Whitney. The secret building that holds Project: Alaska


WHITNEY

I would imagine it being more in the desert and not really… the woods.


EMERY

The woods is usually a decent place to hide, especially since this place is supposed to be kinda reserved.


WHITNEY

It possesses a closer resemblance to that of a basic office building. A nest that holds the most societally conforming and hedonistic of individuals.


EMERY

And you’re right.


WHITNEY

Come now?


EMERY

It’s a basic office building, but there’s a secret passage that you can access from an underground tunnel nearby. From what I’ve written down in my notes, most people who work here don’t even know about Project: Alaska.


WHITNEY

The individual who’s mind you have read… He seems like a rich and powerful individual to hold access to… anarchy, essentially.


EMERY

Individual? I read a bunch of people’s minds to get this info.


WHITNEY

My… mistake.


EMERY

Why don’t we just sneak in already? If you see anyone, you know what to do.


WHITNEY

Human beings are defined by their professions, Emery, and I am fully capable of mine.


EMERY

Hold on a minute… I wanna ask something before we kill everyone.


WHITNEY

You wish to ask of something?


EMERY

Where they hold Project: Alaska. Are you sure it’s in *this* building?


WHITNEY

You *are* the one who is making all of the decisions here.


EMERY

Are you sure about that? Because I thought when I was reading the minds of those CIA agents, the location would be in a building made in the style of gothic architecture. This building seems to be based around the bauhaus style.


WHITNEY

What’s a bauhaus?


EMERY

Can I also say this? Last night, I went to the hotel office to look up some names of the agents that I’ve read the minds of on a bunch of search engines, and I found it not only suspicious that their real names *didn’t* match the public records I’ve found, but *did* have similarities to many famous gothic novelists, which include Graham Stoker, Anthony Radcliffe, Norris Walpole, and Marianne Sherry.


WHITNEY

What are you saying?


EMERY

Whitney… I’m suspicious that you mind controlled me to *believe* that I've read the minds of CIA agents to gain access to a nonexistent death machine located in some random office building in the woods, followed by *you* using mind control on *yourself* to forget what I’ve previously just mentioned so that I would never suspect you through reading your mind.


WHITNEY

But if I do not know about this, that means that I cannot prove-


EMERY

Check your back pocket right now.


Whitney checks the back pocket of their pants and finds a note, as he reads it out loud


WHITNEY

“Emery, this note confirms that I have mind controlled the both of us to think that we were after a death machine known as Project: Alaska. The intention was to get the both of us to meet up with someone who has very similar powers to us without our knowledge and it was meant to be a surprise. They live within a home that has a strong  resemblance to bauhaus architecture.”


Emery takes the note and looks at it


EMERY

I’m not even surprised at the fact that this is definitely your handwriting, but *you* seem to be pretty shocked.


WHITNEY

I…


EMERY

Whitney… You gotta really stop doing this shit. Who exactly is this dude? Why would we even want to meet them in a bauhaus building?

Yeah, of course you don’t even know, because you were stupid enough to forget, literally and intentionally through your supernatural ability to *make people forget*!


WHITNEY

We… may as well go inside…


EMERY

How about no?


WHITNEY

How do you protest, Emery?


EMERY

You basically mind-controlled me into meeting some weirdo you’re not even aware of, primarily due to the fact that you *willfully* decided to forget, let alone if he has similar abilities to us. My best assumption is that I initially denied you to meet this person and you made me go against my will. Talk about being emotionally manipulative.


WHITNEY

I question you Emery, for your gifted intellect and suspicion, you were quite devoted for this goal. You seemed quite passionate to end the world.


EMERY

I mean, I had some skepticism as to the names that I read but I didn’t care. I hate people. What is this, like, the fifth time you did this to me?


WHITNEY

From what I can recall and reassemble from the fragments of my memories, the first two instances will forever be unknown, followed by the third instance where I was intoxicated on alcohol, as follows the fourth instance where I likely made an excuse to meet up with the band members of Sum 41.


EMERY

I thought that time we were stuck in the Bahamas was the third one?


WHITNEY

Come to think of it, I would presume that to be the case due to a pattern where odd numbered instances, aside from this one, had us trespass into foreign territory.


EMERY

Oh, like when we ended up in Greece that first time?


WHITNEY

For my ability to mind control and for you to quickly learn the modern Greek language through mind-reading, it is a wonder as to how any ordinary human who doesn’t understand another language in a foreign territory is able to navigate.


Emery walks over to the back of the car


WHITNEY

Where are you going?


EMERY

If this black bag is exactly what I think it is…

You really kidnapped the waiter.


WHITNEY

What waiter?


EMERY

You were obsessed with him last night when we were eating at a diner, and of course you made yourself forget about that as well, didn’t you?


WHITNEY

How come we had settled upon a place as basic as a diner out of all areas for culinary consumption?


EMERY

Real question, how much did you make yourself forget, Whitney? Why the hell would you ev-


Both Whitney and Emery are both frozen in time, as the waiter [Grey] walks out onto the stage with his phone and texts for a bit.


[SOMEONE FROM THE TECH CREW]

*whispering* Get off of the stage!


GREY

Hm?


[SOMEONE FROM THE TECH CREW]

*whispering* Who are you?


GREY

Oh, sorry. I’m a part of the show. It’s where the two main characters freeze in place.


[SOMEONE FROM THE TECH CREW]

Wait a minute, that doesn’t even happen! *a bit louder voice* Wait, is this supposed to happen?


GREY

Here’s the real question: Who cares about shitty writing made by some pale, scrawny caucasians with a procrastination problem? You know what, lemme ask that to the audience. People who have to sit through this boring debacle of a playwright, ya want something really exciting? Like, something that lives up to the name of Mindfreaks?


(audience reacts maybe)


GREY

Well, depending how you feel about it, excited, confused, annoyed  that your nephew wrote a show and you felt obligated to fly from another state because “my son’s a Lin Manuel Miranda”, whatever’s happening here needs to end off with something stupidly pretentious, grandiose, and completely last minute, but why not have some dumb fun for once. This is Round 2 of the Sacred Heart University Theatrefest of 2018, after all, you can do whatever the hell you want! So audience, you wanna make a scene? Let’s all sing kumbaya and make one hell of a scene!


Grey raises an arm and snaps their fingers as the lights go off.


GREY

And please, feel free to call me Grey.


???. STAGE


The lights come back on as Emery, Whitney, and Grey stands around.


WHITNEY

What the… He’s standing next to us?


EMERY

Whitney, for the love of god, mind control the waiter into unconsciousness, he can’t know that you just tried to kidnap him without remembering as to why you did it.


GREY

Waiter? Kidnapping?


EMERY

Whitney, you didn’t just make him forget his job, didn’t you?


WHITNEY

For I have not. Now I apologize for my incredible ability to control the minds of the human being, but I am afraid I’ll have to put you into a temporary slumber.


Whitney attempts to mind control him into unconsciousness but it doesn’t work. Whitney, confused, attempts to do it again.


GREY

Good to know.


EMERY

What are you doing, Whitney?


WHITNEY

I… It seems that…


EMERY

What the shit? Okay, you better not be messing with me, Whitney. I can’t even-


GREY

Emery and Whitney, two individuals who have the ability to either read or control the mind.


EMERY

W-Who is this? I don’t think this is the waiter from before.


WHITNEY

Why do you not ask politely for their given name, Emery?


EMERY

I don’t need to ask for people’s names!


GREY

I mean, since you’re always reading people like an open book with your cool mind abilities, of course you don’t need to ask for my name. 


WHITNEY

I guess I will have to ask myself. What is it that you choose to be orally signified as?


GREY

Grey. The person you went here to meet?


EMERY

What?


WHITNEY

So it *was* you that I wanted to meet but forgot.


EMERY

We gotta get out of here, Whitney.


GREY

Out of where?


EMERY

This woods! We’re not even supposed to be here.


GREY

The woods? You’re not in the woods. This is actually the place you’re supposed to be in… by fate.


WHITNEY

By… fate?


GREY

How should I put this? Uhhh… how about you… look that way for a moment and tell me how you feel?


Grey points out towards the audience as Whitney and Emery look.


WHITNEY

We’re on stage right now?


EMERY

Whitney, quit this shit. This isn’t even funny.


WHITNEY
But it isn’t me.


EMERY

I’ve known you for, like, more than five years to recognize when I’m hallucinating from your weird fantasies.


GREY

Make what you will… I mean, unless you want me to tell you the truth about where you are.


EMERY

Whitney, for the love of Christ, stop doing this to me!


WHITNEY

I am not. We have established that my intention was to meet someone similar to us and as you can see, we both struggle to use our mind controlling capabilities upon this new opponent of ours.


EMERY

Yeah, you know what?! Piss off Whitney! If you won’t stop doing this to m-


Emery is knocked out by Grey through their unknown ability


WHITNEY

You have not just knocked my right-hand companion into a state of unconsciousness.


GREY

I could do the same thing to you if you attempt to mind control me.


WHITNEY
What is your purpose to oppose us?


GREY

Oh, that’s funny you bring that up, because all three of us have the exact same purpose.


WHITNEY
Simply due to our otherworldly capabilities to manipulate people by their minds does not parallel with the conceptualization that we possess the exact same destiny. Emphasize you tyrant!


GREY

Well… You see this audience of people?


WHITNEY

I can see an audience of human beings that look different from yourself. Yes.


GREY

I mean, it’s gotta be kiiiiinda messed up to know that those people don’t even look the exact same as me. I know that the people in *your* world, aside from you and Emery, are the only ones that look different.


WHITNEY

Wait a minute… I just assumed that those people were your mind bending subordinates watching over my suffering, like the Ancient Romans looking over a coliseum battle.


GREY

Yup. They’re regular people.


WHITNEY

But how?


GREY

You see, Whitney, this may sound a bit conspiratorial but… you’re in a play right now.


WHITNEY

A… play? As in, a performance in which I stand upon stage and act out in front of… this wretched crowd of humans? That is the current state of my existence?


GREY

Actually, to be more realistic, that’s your *entire* existence. You’re a character written by a playwright and your only purpose in life is to act within it. What do you willfully in your life is predetermined by the playwright, which also applies to Emery and myself.


WHITNEY

You sound like a heretical lunatic right now- WILL YOU GET THAT SPOTLIGHT OUT OF MY FACE?! YOU ARE WEAKENING MY NATURAL BORN SENSE OF VISION! Anyways, you sound heretical, but due to the unfortunate and exceptional occurrence that someone has outclassed me in my extraordinary abilities, it seems wiser to submit under your… otherworldly curse. And I thought the day would never come by. A bit sobering in a way.


GREY

You don’t have to, but hey, all of our behaviors and actions are based on how the playwright writes them in.


WHITNEY

Despite your newfound authority over me, I ask for a simple question.


GREY
Go right ahead. Not like it’ll matter in the end.


WHITNEY

Is this playwright around, perhaps hidden within the audience right before my very eyes?


GREY

Probably.


WHITNEY

Well if that is the case then I have one thing to say to you, playwright, and I will say it as clearly as possible.


Emery stands up and starts spinning around. Whitney looks right into the audience.


WHITNEY

I am played by Zackary Lane, Repertory Theatre Chair of the Theatre Arts Program, acting out a black box production reading off of a script that I’ve memorized for the entire sake of entertaining you stupid ugly excuses of audience members that have taken the time out of their busy schedules to come here and have a fun time with this show alongside others in which the author who has written this, Tristan Gowen, has full respect for you all to come by and enjoy this terribly written show of his.


EMERY

Thanks, Jerry.


WHITNEY

Wait, what did I just say now?


Emery falls back down unconsciously.


GREY

That should explain your position.


WHITNEY

I am confused.


GREY

Of course you’re written that way; can’t help it. Here. Why don’t you take a walk with me off stage? Come on.


Grey and Whitney literally walk off stage to the center of the isles


GREY

What do you think will happen to you when you’ll die?


WHITNEY

You wish to ask me for my theological beliefs?


GREY

No pressure, just tell me what you believe will happen to you.


WHITNEY

Well, once my body can no longer handle this cruel world, my soul will descend into the ground as I will finish off the embodiment of everything dark and cruel in this world, the devil himself, with the cursed ability that I was granted with, for I will end eternity through destroying the world and taking every last inch of suffering into the void.


awkward pause


GREY

Um… yeah, that doesn’t happen.


WHITNEY

You disrespect my beliefs? We live in the current era. I’m offended!


GREY

I’m just being objective here. Your existence is tied into this play as all of these people are watching.


Emery gets back up under the control of Grey.


GREY & EMERY

Your existence is tied into this play as all of these people are watching. They are here for the sake of experiencing your own predetermined experiences with this world which have been written for the sake of entertainment.


With the snap of Grey’s fingers, Emery regains consciousness.


EMERY

What’s happening?


GREY

Oh, hi, Emery!


EMERY

Why does my head hurt? Did I drink too much again?


WHITNEY

Emery?


EMERY

Who’s this dude?


GREY

Name’s Grey. You got kinda messed up, so I-


EMERY

Whitney, what the hell were you doing to yourself to literally think that we exist in a play?


GREY

I’ll be frank, you weren’t very stable when the playwright had to knock you out through plot convenience.


EMERY

Playwright?


GREY

Well, he couldn’t really think of a good reason to make you forget about meeting me and everything’s sort of predetermined and poorly structured and-


EMERY

Okay, you’re being really confusing right now. I can’t even read your mind.


WHITNEY

Emery, I can be honest with you and conclude that as intellectually insulting this is, I am *not* mind controlling you right now nor would ever to this extent.


EMERY

I freaked out because of that, right. I’ll just go along with it. I’ve lost any faith of living at this stage and I’d rather be dead instead of having to look at all of these pitiful excuses of audience members.


GREY

Sucks for you.


EMERY

What, I can’t die or something? Is that supposed to be your power? You make people immune to dying?


GREY

Probably. Actually, I don’t even know if I have a definitive power. I probably just exist because that’s how I was written into the show by the playwright.


WHITNEY

A definitive power you say?


GREY

I mean… maybe it’s just my knowledge of the fact that we’re *in* a play and that it all goes on repeat, so I have the ability to do whatever I want, probably beyond even what’s determined of my existence.


EMERY

This guy’s seems worse than you, Whitney, and I don’t even expect much good from you in the first place.


WHITNEY

At least you have the bravery to admit your honesty, Emery.


EMERY

At least you know that I’m the only living human being that’ll ever get near you, let alone tolerate your weird drama club speech pattern.


WHITNEY

Take heed, Grey. For I am not pleased of the implication that we cannot die and that our existence goes on repeat, as you claim.


GREY

Is your brain starting to function yet? I think you know what’s up.


WHITNEY

What’s up?


GREY

Okay, I guess you *don’t* know. Fine, I’ll say it. Your life starts when Emery talked to you yesterday and your life ends right here. Actually, it never ends. In fact, whenever it ends, it begins once again but in a completely different time period of the world that you’re presenting it too.


EMERY

Whitney, if this is some weird fever dream that you’re projecting on me through your mind-controlling ability, I’m gonna actually murder you in cold blood and I will not regret it.


WHITNEY

Why don’t you… try reading the mind of the audience members.


EMERY

Okay… there’s about three psychopaths, maybe a murderer, a sex offender, a few racists, and about a dozen and a half stoners, and I don’t know if I should out them all or not. You know what? Maybe I really should just take your word on this for once, Whitney. At least the names of the audience members aren’t named after… bastardizations of gothic authors or whatever.


GREY

Hey, that’s funny. We’re all technically bastards.


EMERY

A bastard like me grew up with parents. Shitty parents but parents none the less.


GREY

I mean… you *think* you grew up with parents, but in the end, it’s only the three of us. I guess you can’t come to terms to accept that you’re nothing more than a fictional character being portrayed on stage by a real world person.


EMERY

What do you mean I don’t live in the real world? Are you telling me this stage with all of these people *is* the real world?


GREY

Not all of it. There’s definitely more outside of this room. Too bad you won’t be able to experience all of it, sadly, since your existence is bound to this one room as well as about thirty to forty minutes of this play.


Silence


GREY

I know it’s hard to accept but it’s the truth.


EMERY

Okay, now I really wish this was one of Whitney’s hallucinations because what I’m listening to sounds like complete batshit insanity.


WHITNEY

There is no reason for us to accept the truth of your claims. Who knows if you have similar abilities related to mine if not more powerful than ours.


GREY

Do you want me to prove it to you?


EMERY

Prove what?


GREY

That you all live in a repeating and cycle where you are performers controlled by a playwright?


WHITNEY

What exactly *can* you prove?


GREY

Well, you won’t be able to remember it, buuuuut…


Grey snaps his fingers as the lights goes out. The show’s basically ended as all of the cast members congratulate each other.


WHITNEY (ooc)

Well, great show everyone.


EMERY (ooc)

Yeah, great going tonight guys. That was pretty fun.


GREY (ooc)

Yeah. I’m surprised how everything turned out. I think the small casting helped out a lot.


EMERY (ooc)

Absolutely.


WHITNEY (ooc)

It’s a [whatever weekday the show’s being played on] night, let’s say we hit G-Star?


EMERY (ooc)

We still have a few more shows going on.


WHITNEY (ooc)

Oh, well obviously. I’m meant after the last two shows finish up.


GREY (ooc)

Speaking of shows, what’s the next readthrough?


EMERY (ooc)

[The next show], right?


WHITNEY (ooc)

Who wrote that again?


EMERY (ooc)

Whoever it is, we should congratulate them after.


GREY (ooc)

We should really congratulate everyone on their shows. Lots of good ones this year.


WHITNEY (ooc)

Yeah, absolutely.


EMERY (ooc)

Why don’t we move along? I mean, we’re not the only ones who have places to be on a [weekday of showing] night.


EVERYONE

(Laughing)


WHITNEY (ooc)

Alright, alright. Let’s stop beating around the bush. (looking at the audience) Hey everyone, thank you so much for coming here tonight. It’s been really great being here and we appreciate you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to stop by.


EMERY (ooc)

You might see one or two of us again but aside from that, we wish you all a good night.


GREY (ooc)

Yeah, goodnight everyone.


WHITNEY (ooc)

We thank you for coming to theatrefest and everyone who’s written, directed, stage managed, and acted on here tonight, Thursday night, and the following weekend nights. Alright, we’ll see you all later and have a happy 2018.


Everyone leaves the stage and says their goodbyes like nothing ever happened


Fin