Blonney: "AHHHHH!!!"
Anne: What was that?! Did someone scream?!
Anne: My God, Jason, we have to check it out! I know they like to fool around, but we are here now ...
Anne lowers her voice and looks into the depths of the shadow. She remembers the terrible story about the woods.
Jason: Michael, stay here and take a rest. Shh, don't make any noise.
Michael: Ugh, ugh, alright. They will all be fine, uh?
Jason: Hope so.
Anne: Blonney! Blonney!
Anne: Stop playing hide-and-seek! This is not funny!
Jason: Wait, look over there.
A waist-height bush shakes suspiciously. It's lush enough for an adult to hide behind.
Anne: Blonney? No, Freddie? Are you there?
Anne: Not funny at all! Not cool! You two always like to spook people like this. I will not believe ...
Butcher: Haahh ...!
Jason: Anne, stay back!
Anne, stay back!
Anne: Ahhh!
The sharp blade cuts through the bushes, and their noses instantly catch the grassy smell. They stumble backward and fall to the ground.
Jason: What the hell is that?!
Jason: Fk! The, the stories are all true, all true! How is that possible? It is not in compliance with the laws of … nature!
The smell of blood hits them. Anne looks up and sees her friends, who are lying behind the bushes and looking lifeless.
Anne: Oh, no! No no no! This is not happening! Oh, Lord!
Jason: No more crying, Anne! Stand up, run! I will look out for you, run!
Anne: They ... both of them ... are dead! My God! Jason … the blood is all over the place.
Jason helps his trembling friend get back on her feet. His legs are shaking as well, but they have to keep on running, as they dare not look back.—that suspicious bush has been pushed aside, behind which lie their friends, apparently breathless.
Jason: Don't think too much. Don't look back. Run! Speed up!
Anne: Jason, head down!
Jason: Uggh ...
Butcher: Hah ...
Anne: No! Don't ... Heavens! Jason!
His blood spurts out like a shaken soda. Then, his body falls backward, headless.
The air smells fishy. Anne keeps retreating, one step after another.
Giant Critter: roars
Horropedia: Damn it! It's catching up!
Sonetto: It's moving too fast. I've never seen a critter this big!
Sonetto: Not only the size, its strength and speed are also much enhanced from what we learned in the arcane creatures class! It took Ms. Tooth Fairy's velvet pocket. We have to bring it down before it's too late!
Vertin: Horropedia, do you have some cobweb bullets to trap it?
Horropedia: Only one left. Are you sure we have to fight it in the woods? We don't have an edge.
Horropedia: The campsite was completely destroyed within 15 seconds. I don't suggest that we kill ourselves in this way.
Vertin: According to the map, there is the other campsite built in a wider region. We can fight it there!
Vertin: Turn left here, keep going for a hundred meters, and then cross the bush!
Giant Critter: Hisss!
Horropedia: Ohhh!
Vertin: Shoot that bullet! It's going to get you!
Horropedia: What a pity! I was thinking of catching something else!
Giant Critter: roars
Sonetto: Excellent! It's trapped!
Vertin: The bush is right over there. Follow me. Let's speed up!
Michael: Ugh ... Ahhh ...
Michael suffers a slow death. He lies between the bushes and moans in pain. Little by little, his blood drains away.
Anne: No, no, no ...
While Anne is like a scream player. She screams the same line repeatedly, circling around the camp again and again.
But the butcher's blade always lands on the ground one inch behind her heel, not even touching one bit of her body.
Butcher: Heh ...
Anne: Don't, don't get closer! No, don't! Wait, you people are ...
The figure jumping out of the bushes is coming straight at her. Anne closes her eyes in desperation.
Sonetto: Ahhh!
Sonetto: My apologies, I didn't mean to intrude ...
Sonetto: My God! What, what has happened here?!
Before coming out to the other side of the bush, none of them has ever expected such a horrific scene.
Horropedia: A crazy murderer? Student campers? Oh, this is much more interesting than I expected.
Vertin: Protect the victims. Get ready to fight!
Anne: Who are you?! And the bushes ... Why did you come out of the bushes?
Sonetto: Worry not, Miss. Please get behind. You're safe with us.
Anne: No, no, no, that's my friend! And they aren't ...
Sonetto: I understand. They deserve a decent funeral after I take care of this demonic creature.
Sonetto grasps her wand, keeping her friend behind.
Sonetto: May the peace be with us.
Tooth Fairy: Sonetto, calm down.
Michael: Oh, no! Don't bury me. I don't wanna die.
Sonetto: What?!
Michael: spits This taste of cherry syrup is killing me!
Sonetto: You ... you're still alive?
Michael: Ah? Of course. What kind of question is that!
Sonetto: But you were vomiting blood, and that gentleman over there doesn't even have a head attached to his body.
Tooth Fairy: That's the prop. It looks like a real one. Nicely done.
Tooth Fairy: You add bloody-taste substitute into the cherry syrup, which makes it smell like the real blood.
Tooth Fairy: Be prudent about the dosage because it's slightly addictive ... sniffs You've used too much.
Sonetto: What on earth is happening?
Tooth Fairy: This is a theater or a filming site.
Tooth Fairy: These young people are busy with their business, while we just interrupted them.
Anne: I'm Anne. Are you, too, the actors Jennifer recruited?
Tooth Fairy: I'm afraid I don't know this Jennifer you are referring to.
Anne: Ah, my bad. She sometimes goes by the name Blonney. It was just me who always calls her Jennifer.
Blonney: Fking damn it! You idiots! Get your ass up. There's no way we can use this take!
The "bodies" covered in blood get back on their feet one after another. The girl with blonde hair and blood stains on her face rushes angrily over.
Anne: Here she comes! Sorry, excuse me.
Anne swings her arms and runs toward Blonney, like a fluttering little bird.
Blonney: You! Who are you?!
Vertin: Vertin.
Blonney: Ah, no, no! That's not what I'm asking!
Horropedia: Huh? Are you asking me? I am Horropedia.
Horropedia's eyes light up, looking at each one of the people standing before him.
Horropedia: And you are ... the big one, the athlete; the smaller one, the fool; and the slim one, the scholar.
Horropedia: The only girl who's standing here ...
Horropedia: It seems like the first girl who lay down, I'm talking about you, a ... ahem, alright, a Blondie.
Blonney: What the hell? What is in your shrinked brain?!
Blonney: I'm asking who the hell you are, why you are here, and what do you break into my film site for?!
Vertin: Film?
Anne: Yes, we were in the middle of shooting a movie, a horror movie.
Anne: Jennifer is our dire- ... director? And playwright ... is that the word?
Horropedia: Horror movie? Here?
He blinks. His face is suddenly lit by an unusual glow.
Horropedia: Where is your gear? What's the story?
Blonney: What's your business here?
Horropedia: What? Or, aren't you confident enough?
Blonney: The gear is right here! And the script too! Take a good look at it, smart-ass!
Horropedia: Recorder CCD-TR57? The latest version, a pretty one. It costs quite a lot and has many features.
Horropedia: Optical camouflage outer shell, long stand-by time for operating independently, and hand-gesture-triggered flashlights and lighting adjustments … Wow!
Horropedia: It's the first time to see a real one other than those advertisements printed on magazines. Hah, what a coincidence! How do you use the flash?
Blonney: Hey! Wait! Take your hands off me!
She is not quick enough to avoid Horropedia, who pinches the edge of her sleeve and drags her arms, moving up and down.
Horropedia: With a snap? A wave? Or adjusting your glasses?
Horropedia: Or an applause?
Blonney: Let go of me!
Horropedia: Ahahahaha, it's the applause! Now it's easier!
Blonney: Unbelievable! What the hell do you think you are doing?! Piss off!
Giant Critter: roars
Horropedia: … 5 minutes, 31 seconds. The sticky bullet should have been four times more powerful than this, but still within my estimation.
Horropedia: Hey, Blondie, clap your hands!
Blonney: God! Damn it! For freak's sake! Look what you brought here!
The blonde girl shakily claps her hands.
Giant Critter: roars
The autofocus Recorder rises into the air, generating a strong light as Blonney claps her hands.
The critter roars in pain, waving its huge claws wildly. The Recorder is hit and explodes into pieces.
Blonney: My camera!
Vertin: Good. Now it's time!
