The Film Festival

In 2014, I got tickets to a film festival. But when I found it wasn't officially licensed, I started to have second thoughts about it. I mean, I didn't want to be raped, drugged or get my kidneys taken away, after the stuff I heard online from people that experienced it. But another part of me told me to go. And another part of me said no. Obviously, I went with my other half saying yes. When I got there, it seemed deserted and abandoned.

Sure, there was 2 or 3 persons, but that was it. They didn't even seemed experienced in animation or anything for that matter, and probably had some shitty flash animations to display. Surprisingly half of shorts were copyrighted stuff, like Breadwinners, but edited with different voices. Basically, all did was dub it, and made it look like they did it. And now I think, "Wow, they're assholes."

It was about 2 in the morning, and there wasn't a lot of people now; it was totally empty. Among the empty crowd however, was leftover beer, shrimp tails, and cigarettes. After grabbing a few shrimp tails, I headed back to the viewing room where they were showing another pilot. It was the Bug Salad pilot I had seen a while ago. Like the other pilots, it was completely dubbed with entirely new voices. At the end, where Winston and the neighbors were attracted to the dusk lamp, it actually showed them walking into the dusk lamp. As they did, hyper-realistic, demonic shrieking could be heard.

Their skin was practically peeling off their bodies. It showed their organs, brain, intestines, and even their private areas. It was a disturbing twist. Scott was detached from his lower half, as he leaped off the roof onto the grass. It then showed his head stump bleeding. Scott, without warning, died and his eyes turned into X's. The X's looked more like stitches on a football than normal cartoony X's. Then it cut back to the bugs, they were melting into puddles of blood and bones. After they did, the camera began to violently shake, as the screen cut to black slowly. A bunch of flashlights shined in the darkness; a search party looking for Scott.

It cut to the head of Scott. His eyeballs lying beside him. In front of him was a heart-shaped card. In his heart was nothing...

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