Scotland

Act I
"And… action!" my friend yelled as we all moved to our places. He held his phone in landscape to capture all of us. We were about to make a movie abut our favorite game, Animal Jam. Maybe since we were all 14 or something, it was strange for us to be playing Animal Jam. Me and my friend actually had to convince our other friends to take part in this.

"Wow, what a beautiful day in Jamaa Township," my other friend said. She had a very pretty scarf on, although it was probably not a good idea to have a scarf on inside of my house. It was extremely hot in there that day. She had played Animal Jam before, but she was unsure if it had changed or not the last time she had played it. She began to dance.

"Rares for trade!"

At this point, it was my turn. I walked up to her.

"Could I have one of your rares?" I asked her kindly.

She nodded slowly and she showed me a paper that she had in her palm. "What are you going to trade me for this?" she asked.

Then, the lights went out. It was night, so it was extremely dark. We were all extremely scared. The only light was from my friend who was recording the video's phone. The rest of us either didn't have phones, or didn't think to bring ours. I had my phone in my house somewhere, but I didn't think I was able to get it, as I didn't know my house well enough in the dark.

"Well, this is scary," my friend with the phone said, trembling. His name was Jax. He was my best friend. We all stood in silence for a while. Jax turned off his phone completely.

I heard the front door click open, and I heard the door close, and I heard footsteps.

They were coming towards us. Whoever it, or they, were. My heart started to beat faster and faster as the footsteps grow louder and louder. I knew the other 4 of us were panicking as well, but we had to stay extremely quiet.

Jax started to walk very slowly to somewhere he was able to hide. We were in a bedroom. My bedroom. The bed. He was heading for the bed.

Although I was unsure we could all hide under the bed, we began to follow suit. Luckily, my blanket was long enough to reach past the mattress. I was glad for this feature that I hated about my bed for once in my life. It was pretty quiet while we walked towards the bed. We had to move quickly, though. I could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder. Quickly and quietly.

Just when my friend with the scarf joined the rest of us, the door opened, and the lights clicked on. Did this person turn off the power before turning it back on again? How did they do that? While I was stuck pondering this question, I saw the person's feet. Black shoes, black socks. Jeans that went down to their feet. I think my final friend, the one who I haven't mentioned yet, began silently crying. She had to be extremely silent, though.

The intruder seemed to have heard this, or maybe they didn't. I wasn't completely sure. They started to move towards the bed. I heard their footsteps grow extremely loud. My eyes began to conjure up tears. I was extremely afraid.

Then, the intruder pulled up the blanket.

We had never seen him before. He didn't look like someone who would intrude a house. He had bussiness attire on. Neutral colors, except for his red tie. Juxtapositioned with the jeans and shoes, he looked very strange. He was peering down at us, and he was crouching. He had a large grin on his face.

"I am head of a large movie company. I heard you guys making a movie. Animal Jam?"

"Y-yes," I managed to spit out of my mouth. My lip was very clearly trembling of fear. "W-what do you want?"

"Make the movie. I will fund it for you. You seem like very creative people, and you will earn lots of money from your movie if it is successful." He seemed genuine, like he really saw some creativity in us. Was that really worth scaring us to death, trespassing on our property, and making us fear for our lives, though?

"Why did you feel the need to trespass on this house?" my friend with the scarf, whose name was Mars, asked. "And why are you listening so late into the day, anyway?"

"I love creative minds. I will go to extreme lengths to get to them. You are also very loud." We blushed a bit, shocked he would say something like that if he was trying to get us to make a movie.

"I guess we will." Jax said. "We'd love to make money. What about Animal Jam's copyright, though? Don't we need permission from the creator of Animal Jam to make the movie or something?" I'm not sure if Jax is right or not, but he seemed pretty confident. He's usually right, anyways.

"Don't worry, I'll get the legal stuff sorted out with my lawyer at some point. All of you agree on this, then?"

"Yes." we all said at the same time. Like Jax said, we would love to make money.