EXT/INT. THE HOUSE - ???

As a guitar riff ends our little theme song, the camera slowly pans over this house in the middle of nowhere¹; a infinite white void that stretches on for eternity. There doesn't seem to be life here, outside of these walls; no people, no animals, no nothing². Just a barren wasteland for nobody to see. Despite the unsettling scenery this area may bring, this urban dwelling brings a sort of comfort to those inside and those outside; lively rooms, mellowed colours, and a shelter to linger in.

^{1. Okay, first of all. Where the fuck are we? In most sitcoms, there's usually background to a location so that things and characters make sense. It's weird how Warren just picked this of all places. Then again, the Simpsons is a sitcom, and we still can't find the area of Springfield to this day. It's true.}

^{2. If we see no people, no animals, no nothing, why do we see our "first guest" walk inside the House in the second segment of this script? That doesn't even make sense. There's not a single thing he's coming from. No continuity, it's weird.}

We follow suit as the first guest we percieve, dance a bit as he twists the door-knob with his hoof; letting the wooden passangeway click and groan, as he invites himself in the room—that in which revealing three cast of characters that greet him; a ferret, a bunny, and a raccoon.

FERRET

About time you arrived! We were all waiting for you.

The first guest, now revealed to be the sheep, softly flushes at the ferret's words. This is the first time he's been early, out of all the other... times he's been late. Wait a minute. Come to think about it, when were those other times³? This is the first time he's ever come here⁴.

^{3. This impiles he's been somewhere. This implies he's gotten out; escaped to somewhere, regained some sort of knowledge several times. Every time he's tried, it's ripped away from him.}

^{4. Which does, make me wonder, what is making him forget all this? Like, before this sitcom, before MORTIS? Something tells me there's something (or someone) pulling the strings behind all this. Something tells me there's something off about this. Just a gut feeling.}

Why were there⁵

other times?

Something sharp pierces his mind in two; glimpses of places, a familiar figure flashes through his mind. What was that? Who was that? Geez. He shakes his head. It's probably a case of the jitters. There's nothing to it, he hopes.

The sheep looks to the raccoon, then to the bunny, and lastly, the ferret. He realizes he's forgotten to ask their names.

^{5. Error, this text is tilted vertically. Not sure if Mr. Saunders has done this as a accident or on purpose, but I find it quite astounding. Whatever his reasoning was, I guess.}

SHEEP

So, what are your names?

The trio exchange their glances to each other; their eyes darting around like a drunken fly lost in a trap. They then look back to the sheep.

BUNNY

I.. I think I'm Blackbell.

RACCOON

Tapey.

FERRET

And I'm Ferrie. It's nice to meet you.

The sheep nods slowly. He then opens his mouth, but then closes it. A eerie realization settles in his gut like oozing blood out of a seeping wound; the thought of not knowing your name. The sheep tries to think of what was before this part, but to his horror, every time he tries, a pounding headache retraces back to his roots. Familiar echoes of a distant past pulse through his mind; fragments⁶ he can not make sense of.

He looks to the trio in front of him; desperation in his gaze as he begs for them to know what has happened. Expressions of concern, sympathy, and remorse find their ways amongst their faces. They too understand him⁷. The raccoon (on the left side of the sheep) reaches out, and pats his shoulder.

^{6. Was this "sheep" a real person? Something tells me he lived a carefree life throughout, but something happened that cut it short, and trapped him in this show.}

^{7. This phrase intrigues me. These characters were ripped of their identity, stripped down into a bastardized carcass of themselves. Was Warren one of them too? So many questions, yet so little answers.}

RACCOON

(soft)

Your name is Foggy⁸, remember?

Foggy blinks. Suddenly, without missing a beat, the memories rush back to him in a instant; overwhelming his mind as it rattles around in his skull. The world comes back to him in a new sense of clarity.

FOGGY

I... I do now. How much have I been missing?

Blackbell, the bunny to the right side of him, lightly simmers.

BLACKBELL

You didn't miss anything! C'mon, why don't I introduce you to the others⁹?

Foggy's ears perk up at this. In less than a second, a soft smile creeps its way onto his face.

FOGGY

I'd love that. Lead the way, Blackbell.

^{8. There's a bit of a inconsistency here. Why do only three of these characters know who this sheep is, but not the others? That's a little strange. Usually, when characters are introduced to one another, they both don't know each other, so this makes me wonder.}

^{9. (Refer back to footnote three.) It's possible that with the impliction he's come back too many times, these three, very specific, cast of characters may have gotten his name etched in their brains after time and time again. Which is unusual, considering this is just the first episode.}

INT. LIVING ROOM, THE HOUSE - ???

As the group's footfalls patter against soft carpet, they descend down into the living room where a swan and a grey terrier are settled on a leather-bound sofa playing Go Fish; the cards on the glass dinner-table.

As the raccoon, bunny, ferret, and of course, their new resident, come into the room, the two heads turn to look.

TERRIER

Hey guys!

The terrier turns to the newcomer of the House. Foggy sheepishly grins.

SWAN

Who's this little guy?

Foggy's stomach bubbles with nervousness. His digits tremor. The camera pans to Ferrie who steps up, and speaks for him.

FERRIE

Sorry about that. He's a bit nervous, but his name is Foggy.

The swan and the terrier, enchange glances to each other, but glance back. They nod, and respire; preparing for their introductions they've been rehearsing for a long time.

TERRIER

That's okay! Here, my name's Grim.

Grim, the terrier, turns to the swan, gesturing him to speak. The swan looks to Grim, bobs his head, and turns back to the trio that stands before him.

SWAN

Wayfinder. ...Wanna play Go Fish with us?

Foggy shyly grins. A beat.

FOGGY

Maybe later. I got places to be.

Wayfinder scoffs, and looks back down at his cards.

WAYFINDER

Suit yourself then.

As the swan and the terrier both resume their card game, Foggy returns to the trio, gesturing them to move on.

FOGGY

Let's go.

The others, briefly taking in the gesture, nod; their footfalls gradually fading as they begin to wander off and away into the next room. The sheep, Foggy, turns to observe the two for a petite period of time, reminding him of something amicable¹⁰, but shakes his head and follows the rest of them.

^{10. For some and rather unexplainable reason, Warren keeps these strips of paper, which have a huge difference in formatting, inside of these documents. Compared to the script he always writes, this seems like it's been ripped from a newspaper clipping or a journal entry of some kind, and incompetently taped, glued, or stapled onto the page. Warren was not an artistic person at best, I see.}

INT. KITCHEN, THE HOUSE - ???

As we enter the kitchen, we can see a fresh batch of cookies being baked in the oven; the batter of dough slowly rishing as it absorbs the heat through its airholes. Slowly but surely, after a few minutes of waiting, the oven lets out a chime as the lights inside dim. The door opens, and two pair of paws coated with a warm layer of gloves takes out the cookie-tray from the oven on to the table.

The person, now revealed to be the beaver sniffs out the delicious scent of chocolate, lets out a sigh of relief, and sets the mitts down beside them.

The door opens.

BLACKBELL

Ohhh, Cleaver! I've got someone new you should meet!

Cleaver raises his head; focusing on Blackbell as she and a few others—Ferrie, Tapey, and the new resident—descend into the kitchen. The beaver, upon noticing the sheep, is astonished.

CLEAVER

You're new.

The sheep sparsely snickers; a ting of restiveness lacing his undertone. As he speaks to the beaver, there's a bit of a stammer.

FOGGY

The name's Foggy. It's... uh, delightful to see you.

The beaver, Cleaver, lightly grins at Foggy's statement. He nods, and gestures to the cookies neatly placed on the table nearby; the group of four look upon.

Ferrie and Blackbell's eyes twinkle as they lay their eyes upon them; dreaming of savouring the crunchiness.

CLEAVER

I made these cookies. You guys want some?

Tapey and Foggy step out; shaking their heads as they pass on the opportunity, but Blackbell and Ferrie shakily nod as they collectively grab one cookie from the batch, and quickly munch on it like rabid dogs musing over leftovers.

This puts a toothy smile on the beaver's face. Job well done. Ferrie pats his shoulder.

FERRIE

Thanks for the cookies.

The two join back with the raccoon and the sheep, and wave goodbye as they leave to go see the other residents residing in the House. The beaver, with tingling paws, melts with love and joy; earning himself a well-deserved break.

INT. DINING ROOM, THE HOUSE - ???

As the camera pans into the dining room, we now see a caribou, a gulo and otter occupied on the counter. A game board is placed on the surface; with all the appropriate pieces beside it, but only missing one particular thing in order to start their game. Two pair of dice.

CARIBOU

(foraging the area)

Where is it?

The otter, on the left, is checking under the game board and pieces. The gulo, on the right, is drumming against the table.

GULO

I thought you had it.

The otter sighs, and glares at the gulo.

OTTER

Isn't it obvious he doesn't have it?

The gulo makes a small noise at the otter's condensing tone, and inflats as he slumps down in his chair.

CARIBOU

It's clear whoever played this game before didn't put the pieces back properly, and now we have to deal with finding it again.

GULO

Well, that's stupid.

The gulo huffs; crossing his arms as he looks up at the caribou. The otter nudges his shoulder, a smug look upon his face..

OTTER

It's possible you stole it.

At the otter's words, the gulo slowly turns to him in shock. The shock on his expression turns to anger.

GULO

You think I stol—

But right before the bickering could start, the door opens; a sudden creak is heard as the door opens—revealing our main crew of four.

FERRIE

Whaaaat's up, my guys!

Three bright smiles paint themselves on the trio's faces as they percieve the young ferret and his friends enter the dining room. The raccoon, Tapey, the bunny, Blackbell, and of course the ferret, Ferrie, make way for the newcomer to enter.

The sheep warily waves at the trio. Only the caribou furrows his brows.

CARIBOU

You are...?

FOGGY

Foggy. Who are you?

The caribou charmingly beams at his question. The bags underneath his eyes give away a weariness.

CARIBOU

I'm Visionary. These are my friends, Snieg and Otto.

SNIEG

Hey.

Otto leans on Snieg's shoulder, in which Snieg's face wrinkles up to.

OTTO

'Sup, my man.

Foggy nervously chuckles at Snieg's predicament, then looks over them at the window. There, from outside the frames, Foggy could see a staticky figure is staring at him; waiting for something, in the far interval of the white plane¹¹ The sheep's brows furrow, and his nervous smile turns into a confused frown. He then turns to the trio upon the table for some answers.

^{11. This is unnerving. Every time, Foggy mentions of the guy outside of the House, or even has depictions of him; passages upon passages even acknowledging him are always struck out. To make matters worse, all the residents living within the House (asides from Foggy), either dismiss his existence, or avoid even mentioning him in the first place. Which, actually, makes you think, is the supposed apparation Foggy saw, important for something? Does it bring back something of significance to Foggy's mind? Is that why they've tried to hide it from him?}

FOGGY

I'm guessing the guy outside is... apart of your group, right?

The trio's expression darken. Their face turns from casual to a tense sort of horror.

The gulo, Snieg, after a beat of silence, speaks first.

SNIEG

What guy?

The otter tries to look over his shoulder upon the window; possibly to see the supposed guy Foggy percieved, but to his surprise, there is nothing. The otter looks back.

FOGGY

I mean, the guy outside.

Shot of the window frame. The figure is still there; not moving from its place. It clearly wants something, but Foggy does not remember what. His head starts to hurt¹², thinking about it—and the uneasiness of uncertainity grows; itching against his very being.

Suddenly, Ferrie moves in the way of the apparation¹³, his face of a sparse grin. He pats his back.

FERRIE

Don't worry about it. You're just tired.

^{12. (Refer back to footnote 11.) Clearly, Foggy has a headache while having percieved the figure/seeing any depictions of him which makes me want to wonder—was the figure someone important? Was this figure a loved one that passed away from something? A neighour? His father? His partner? It invokes some painful memories within his mind whenever he tries to think about it.}

^{13. Ferrie however is trying to get him to stray away from it. He forces Foggy to inch away from the equation and abide by his role. Something tells me that Foggy's not supposed to see something. There's something beneath the tip of the iceberg, is there?}

As the sheep brushes Ferrie's paw off of his shoulder, he rubs the back of his neck; apprehensively giggling as he tries to shrug off his apparent hallucination from his mind. He must be going mad from being outside too long. Or his constant memory loss, either the two.

Blackbell steps up; her expression vigliant as she tries to easen the now sudden tension in the room.

BLACKBELL

Hey, hey, hey. Why don't we settle down a bit. It's Foggy's first time here.

At the bunny's words, all of them soothen down; their shoulders drift down as they all gently respire. Visionary, the caribou, nods.

A beat passes.

TAPEY

I can see you're not starting your game yet. What's up?

The caribou looks to the game board, drumming his digits across the table.

VISIONARY

We're missing two dice, and we can't start our game without it.

The trio; the bunny, the raccoon, and the ferret look to each other. With no one to deliver, Foggy pipes up.

FOGGY

If you want, we can forage for them.

A light sort of grin paints onto Visionary's face. He closes his eyes; appreciating the gesture.

VISIONARY

That would be nice. Thank you.

The sheep's friends turn to him, astounded of his kind act. Foggy turns to them; quietly indicting them to follow him. Before trailing behind him, the trio looks back at the caribou and his other housemates for a moment. Then they follow behind him.

INT. FOYER, THE HOUSE - ???

As the crew of four transcend their way through the foyer; their footfalls softly step against the soft white carpet. The yellow wallpaper that stretches all around the hallways and vice-versa begins to hypnotize the sheep, Foggy; the looping patterns luring his eyes into a eternal trance. His eyes, enticed by the colors and diagrams, begin to dr o o p an d e n g u l f him i n t o¹⁴—

b barr barrrr nnnnnnesssss esssss . . . can you UUU he ar¹⁵

^{14. What the hell happened here? Warren's scriptwriting goes haywire here; the letters of the words are, for some particular reason, unevenly spaced out. I swear, it wasn't like this when I first found it.}

^{15. At first sight, this may seem like nothing is there. But upon writing these notes, I made a fasciating discovery of hidden text beneath the surface. The formatting here is widely different from dear old Warren, but it reveals something; a name of some kind here. Barnes. Who is Barnes? To add on to this, it's strange that Warren would try to erase this, almost as he didn't want anyone to find out. Almost as if he didn't want me to find out. But why?}

g ggget out gg gget out please pppl you are not ssssup pos ed to be

But before the sheep could really silp into a dreamless slumber, his eyes suddenly snap open as he is jerked awake by tender paws of his dear housemate, Tapey, who looks at him with sympathic eyes.

TAPEY

You okay?

Foggy isn't listening to Tapey's words, as he feels something of a gradual and subtle shift within his mind; just clawing to get out. It feels like a heavy weight sat on top of him; crushing his skull underneath old trash amongst rubbish.

FOGGY

I-I'm fine.

The camera pans over to the bunny who approaches the trio; puts a paw on the sheep's shoulder.

BLACKBELL

If you need anything, come to us, alright?

The sheep looks away from her gaze; seemingly distracted by something else, but nonetheless, he bobs his head in agreement.

FOGGY

Right.

The ferret clears his throat, and the three looks over at him.

FERRIE

Guys, focus. We have a job to do.

Ferrie's friends blink upon the words as they realize they're being side-tracked. The camera pans as Ferrie moves in front of them and off into the distance.

The sheep and the raccoon shoot each other weird looks before following along.

Blackbell, after a brief minute of distraction, realizes the trio had scrambled out of her sight unscathed, and goes to catch up with them.

INT. LIVING ROOM, THE HOUSE - ???

We return back to the living room, we can see a bigger stack of cards placed on the glass coffee table, and a fewer items in Grim and Wayfinder's decks.

In the midst of their banter, the swan and his friend are interrupted by our main crew waltzing our way into the room again. Both are in shock.

GRIM

You're back.

FERRIE

Sorry to disrupt, but it's about Visionary and his friends.

The terrier tilts her head.

GRIM

What's going on?

The raccoon steps forward; twiddling its thumbs as it whispers.

TAPEY

We were looking for their two dice that they lost. Figured you might know?

At the raccoon's statement, Wayfinder, the swan rises up from the couch. Grim watches.

WAYFINDER

It's probably in the storage cabinet left of here. Go and check.

The group nods, and as they take in the swan's words, they thank him, turn their backs and leave.

Wayfinder sits back down, looks down at his deck for a moment, before smirking; looking at the terrier.

WAYFINDER (CON'TD)

Now... where were we?

INT. STORAGE ROOM, THE HOUSE - ???

An breeze of dust whisks through the air as the wooden cabinet opens; revealing an assortment of items; army figurines, glow-in-the-dark bracelets, jewelery, film reels, zines, cookie cutters, and hair-cilps. From out of the corner of Foggy's eye, though, he spots something peculiar out of all of them. A polaroid—with a name worn out by time and a date long past—a bundle of keys, and messy handwriting—were those numbers?—etched on a scrap of paper.

Before the sheep could truly reach out and examine those three items, the door is shut by Ferrie.

FERRIE

Uhhhggghh... It's not here! Where is it?

TAPEY

Up your buttocks.

Blackbell punches Tapey in the shoulder, in which it recoils, and gently rubs its shoulder; its expression hurt.

BLACKBELL

Maybe someone has it like...

CAPYBARA

(smug)

...Looking for something?

The group turns to face the new animal in the room, whose left fist is clenched tightly, almost as if holding something.

BLACKBELL

Vivi! Hello there! I was going to introduce you to—

VIVI

Foggy? Yeah, I know.

Vivi walks up to the sheep, takes in his paw, and places two dice in the midst of his palm. She smiles, a glint of something in her eyes.

VIVI

Good luck. You'll need it.

Foggy stares as the capybara winks at him, turns her back, and quietly catwalks away. The others too, peer stunned, and look back at him.

FERRIE

What... was that?

Foggy shrugs. Tapey steps besides him.

TAPEY

Let's not worry about that. We've got the dice already, let's go!

The others nod, and quickly scamper out of the room like rushing mice trying to evade the fleeting tracks of the train. The sheep is left behind.

Foggy stares at the dice in his paw; the dots etched on each depicting a perfect one. He looks to the cabinet, opens it, and quickly purtoins the keys, poloroid, and the scrap of paper—before shoving it down in his furry pocket, closing the cabinet, and rushing out of the room.

The man outside watches.

END: EP ONE

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