DISC ONE
Track 2. Cut the Cake



[SCENE OPENS WITH SUSAN AND CHARLES SPRAWLED ON THE FLOOR OF THE BUNKER]
(Production notes: Audio is very low and crackly here, several simple blocked shots showing the unnatural angles they are laying in, discarded animatronic style)


[FILMING: (AD-LIB/METHOD ACTING) ACTORS HAVE NOT SEEN THEIR OWN (OR THE OTHER'S) HORROR MAKEUP UNTIL THIS POINT, FOR REALISTIC REACTIONS]


[SUSAN AND CHARLES REACTIVATE, SEEING EACH OTHER FIRST; SCREAMING]
(Charles sounds panic-stricken, his voice rising high into a series of horrified shrieking)
(Susan's sounds strange, layered and distorted as her own damaged voice box is in conflict with BANNY'S artificial one, both running simultaneously)


[CLOSE UP SHOT: CHARLES LOOKING AT HIMSELF IN A BROKEN FUN HOUSE-STYLE MIRROR]
[WHICH MAKES IT LOOK WORSE THAN IT IS, BUT TO HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A TERRIBLE MONSTER THAT WOULD LIKELY FRIGHTEN HIS YOUNG DAUGHTER.]


[CLOSE UP SHOT: SUSAN KNEELING ON THE FLOOR CLUTCHING HER THROAT AFTER HEARING HER BROKEN VOICE BOX]
[HER FINGERS CLAWING DESPERATELY AT THE COLD METAL THAT REPLACED HER THROAT]


[SEVERAL LONG MOMENTS OF SILENCE.]


[SUSAN, STILL KNELT ON THE FLOOR, IS DISSOCIATING AND DESOLATE]


[CHARLES TURNS TO HER WITH A NUMB EXPRESSION AND ASKS HALF-HEARTEDLY IF SHE IS OKAY]


[SHE DOES NOT RESPOND, STARING BLANKLY, LEADING TO SEVERAL PANNED SHOTS OF THE DISUSED BUNKER AND A LONG SILENCE.]

scene fades out


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[SCENE REOPENS WITH CHARLES FASTENING SUSAN'S RUFFLED SHIRT AND BANNY BOW TIE AROUND HER NECK, HIDING THE METAL FROM VIEW.]


CHARLES
There, that's better. Good as new! (weak chuckle)


SUSAN
......................
(no lines, Susan is mute for this scene)


CHARLES
(a long sigh)


[THEY CAN BE SEEN EXPLORING AND GATHERING SUPPLIES, SHOWING PROPS LIKE DISCARDED ENDO PARTS, TOYS, PARTY GOODS]
(Production notes: The K-9 facility still sees active company use at this point, just not in the area where the main characters have been discarded)

[PANNING SHOT SHOWS JUST HOW FUCKING VAST THE FACILITY IS,
THINK ENDLESS BACKROOMS VERSION OF K-9. THIS GOES ON FOR A LONG WHILE.]


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[SCENES SHOWING THAT SEVERAL DAYS HAVE ACTUALLY PASSED, BUT THE CHARACTERS DO NOT REALIZE IT.]


[THEY FLOP HEAVILY INTO CHAIRS, HALF-ARTIFICIAL BODIES FINALLY TIRED.]

[CHARACTERS FALL ASLEEP IN THE CHAIRS.]
(Production notes: The somewhat jilted way the actors end up sleeping should remind the viewer of how they were positioned when thrown into the truck.)


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CHARLES
Hey Suze, wake up! Look! I found cake! (trying to decipher the writing on the cake)
Happy... Retirement...Gladys. Well, thanks, Gladys.

[HE PUTS A SLICE OF CAKE ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF SUSAN, WHO JUST STARES DOWN AT IT.]


CHARLES
Aww, come on, at least eat something.You can't live off of shitty black coffee forever. Besides, it's chocolate.


[SUSAN TENTATIVELY TAKES A BITE OF CAKE, DISCOVERING SHE CAN STILL SWALLOW IT WITH EFFORT, THEN SLOWLY EATS THE REST.]

[CHARLES LOOKS PLEASED.
SMALL HUMOROUS MOMENT OF HIM TRYING TO EAT CAKE WITHOUT GETTING BLUE FROSTING IN HIS MOUSTACHE.]
(He fails, leading to the first small ghost of a smile seen from Susan)


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[MANY SHOTS OF CHARACTERS DOING UPGRADES TO THEMSELVES WITH FOUND PARTS]


[INSET ARE A FEW CLIPS OF VARYING MALFUNCTIONS/IMPERFECTIONS OF THEIR COMBINED BODIES,
SUCH AS TWITCHING, POWER-DOWNS, OR UNEXPECTED MOVEMENT™]


[CUT WITH MANY SLICES OF CAKE BEING PUT DOWN BY CHARLES, SHOWING THE PASSAGE OF TIME, WITH RANDOM NAMES AND REMARKS ABOUT EACH]

(Production notes: Most pass without incident, until they get to "Happy Birthday, Molly". We get it nailed home exactly how much time has passed.
The pair sit, staring blankly in silence. The scene plays long, with only a clock ticking on the wall for audio.)


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[EXPLORATION RAMPS UP WHEN THE TWO FIND THE CONTROL PANEL]


SUSAN
(Glitchy but too excited to care) Look at this!


[CHARLES JUMPS A MILE, AS BY NOW HE IS USED TO HER SILENCE, BUT RECOVERS QUICKLY, PLAYING IT OFF]


CHARLES
It's...us. And the animatronics, too.... what the hell?
Click on something.


SUSAN
Which one?


CHARLES
I dunno, just pick one. We'll see what they do.


[SUSAN CLICKS ON "BOOZOO04", LOCATED BENEATH "CHARLES", WHICH IS HIGHLIGHTED AS 'ACTIVE']


SUSAN
(Squinting) We can see if....... Charles? Are you okay?


[THE BRIGHTLY GLOWING BLUE EYES OF BOOZOO FLICKER OVER TO SUSAN UNNATURALLY SHARPLY, CAUSING HER TO BACK UP, STARTLED]
(The camera silently cuts to the shot of Boozoo in a single frame, TWF jumpscare style, and stays frozen there for several very uncomfortable seconds)


BOOZOO4
Apologies, Miss. (he goes to tip his hat, annoyed to find that it is missing)


SUSAN
Uh....wait. You sound like...
(she immediately starts looking him over, not exactly sure what she is looking for)


BOOZOO04
Boozoo! You are correct, Madam. It is a pleasure to meet one of our creators face to face.
Do you like balloon animals, perhaps?


SUSAN
Uh... no thanks.
(She reaches over to click him back over to 'Charles', and is stopped by a firm, but polite gloved hand.)



BOOZOO04
Beg your pardon, Miss, but I would like to stay for the time being. But, don't worry!
I will not interfere with your work.


[SUSAN SAYS NOTHING, BUT IS CLEARLY UNNERVED, AND CONTINUES TYPING AWAY, GLANCING AT
BOOZOO OFTEN. IT IS WORTH NOTING THAT SHE WILL NOT HAVE HER BACK TO HIM AT ANY POINT.]

[THIS TAKES UP AN ENTIRE SCENE, WITH BOOZOO LOOKING AROUND WITH VAGUE INTEREST AT THEIR SURROUNDINGS]


BOOZOO04
How are you liking your new home?


[SUSAN JUMPS SLIGHTLY, UNAWARE HOW CLOSE HE HAD GOTTEN, LOOKING UNNERVED]


SUSAN
I'm not staying here, and neither is Charles. We're going to find a way out.
Not dying in this musty ass bunker.


[THIS IS ONE OF THE FEW TIMES BOOZOO GETS A DARKER EXPRESSION]


BOOZOO04
(A velvety soft but ice cold tone) Oh... you'll stay, Miss. We have every intention of remaining here.
The vessels, we had hoped, could coexist with us peacefully.
I see now... that this is not a possibility.


[BOOZOO COMES SLOWLY FORWARD, A HAND REACHING TOWARD THE BACK OF SUSAN'S HEAD]


SUSAN
(Brief flashback to Felix coming at her in the workshop)
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!

[SHE SWINGS AT HIM, MISSING. WE SEE HER VISION GLITCHING OUT, AS A BLURRED VERSION OF BOOZOO LOOMS THREATENINGLY OVER HER.]


BOOZOO04
My, My, we ARE malfunctioning...
And who on Earth will fix you now?

(Production notes: Her eyes are aimed at somewhere above his shoulder. This causes the unnaturally stiff, animatronic smile to spread as he knows she can't see him)


SUSAN
(Shrill) GO TO HELL!


[SUSAN BACKS UP INTO THE CONTROL CENTER, HITTING A SMALL SWITCH BY ACCIDENT]

[A SMALL SHUTDOWN NOISE IS HEARD, AS THE GLOWING BLUE EYES FADE, LEAVING A DISORIENTED AND CONFUSED CHARLES]

[SUSAN'S BLOW FINALLY LANDS, NAILING POOR CHARLES SQUARE IN THE FACE WITH A SOLID RIGHT HOOK.]


CHARLES
OW, HEY WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!


SUSAN
...Charles? Wait what the fuck... what happened?


CHARLES
YOU TELL ME, YOU JUST PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE!


SUSAN
Fuck, man.. i'm sorry. You were kind of a raging psychopath a second ago.


CHARLES
.... i'm over here. What on earth happened to YOU?
[CHARLES COMES OVER TO SUSAN, WAVING A HAND IN FRONT OF HER FACE, TO NO REPSONSE.
HE THEN TRIES TO PEEK UNDER HER HAIR, CAUSING HER TO STIFFEN SLIGHTLY BUT NOT BACK AWAY THIS TIME]


SUSAN
(Deadpan tone) I don't know... Hard to figure it out when there's a homicidal maniac in a top hat coming at me.
I can't see.


CHARLES
(Cringing/Grumbling) My cheekbone would say otherwise.

(a pause, with Charles making a hesisitant noise)

Mmnnn...Oh. Well, here's your problem. The cartridge is loose. Hold still while I reseat it.



[CHARLES PUTS UN UNCOMFORTABLE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT BEHIND CLICKING IT BACK IN,
MEANT TO CAUSE PHYSICAL UNEASE WHEN YOU REALIZE IT'S LITERALLY GLOSHING INTO THE BACK OF SUSAN'S HEAD, WHERE THE BRAIN STEM SHOULD BE]

[SUSAN MAKES A SMALL, GLITCHY GURGLING SOUND AND COLLAPSES, WRITHING FOR A MOMENT BEFORE GOING STILL.]

(Production notes: Susan VA can go off the rails with this scene, ad-lib glitching/malfunctions during reset)

[SHE GROANS FOR A LONG MOMENT BEFORE COMING AROUND]



CHARLES
(Quietly, worried) You.... you okay? You uh....you went kind of funny for a second there.


SUSAN
(Deadpan, slightly slurred) Dammit, Charles. Do that again and I'm wiring an 8-track player into your skull that plays nothing but the Partridge Family.


CHARLES
Now, that's just inhumane. At least make it Skynard.

[SUSAN GIVES HIM A SMALL, SLIGHTLY SAD SMILE.]
[Scene fades out as he helps her into a chair near the console, and they start looking it over again.]


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