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...what's that sound? Tires SCREECH outside. Dude 2 stands up. There's a small crash outside. Yelling VOICE FREEZE! GUNSHOTS The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other Dude 1 kicks open the door. He starts firing. Dude 2 falls. A mist of red puff spurts from his chest. He's screaming Dude 1 turns to The Boy The boy pulls a gun from his waistband. It feels heavy now. He struggles to point it at Dude 1. His hand is shaking Dude 1 pulls the trigger. The boy drops and his dark blood creeps across the floor. It reaches a spot where someone scratched "Roscoe's Wetsuit" into the wood *******[PLAY SONG "LIFE: THE BIGGEST TROLL" AT THIS POINT]******* He'd hate to go out like that, to just fade like the boy in the street. He feels like one day he will. His followers will realize they don't need him, or even like him. They'll realize what he's saying doesn't mean anything, not really. [Roscoe's Wetsuit] He opens the door and walks back inside. He closes it quickly and looks up to see she's still in the kitchen NAOMI What's wrong? THE BOY I'm fine He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He doesn't look like himself THE BOY (CONT'D) No I'm not. Not really. You said you wanna Help. I think I need it You have to help me Under his breath he lets out a final plea THE BOY (CONT'D) Please! The End