Felix

Season 1,Episode 2- No more playing nice

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SCENE 1 – ETHAN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

(The room is dark, except for the glow of Ethan’s phone screen. He’s lying in bed, half-asleep, scrolling mindlessly. The house is dead quiet.)

(On his desk, Felix sits exactly where Ethan tossed him. Still. Watching.)

(Ethan exhales, dropping his phone onto his chest.)

ETHAN

(mumbling to himself)

Okay. Sleep. Try not to think about your life being a dumpster fire for like, five seconds…

(He rolls over, pulling the blanket up. Silence.)

(The camera lingers on Felix. His button eyes catch the moonlight. A shadow flickers across his face—except nothing in the room is moving.)

(A long, tense pause.)

(Then—soft, deliberate creaking.)

(Ethan’s eyes snap open. He stares at the wall, listening. His heart pounds.)

(Silence.)

(Then— another creak. Closer.)

(Ethan slowly turns his head. The room looks the same. Felix is still on the desk. Unmoving. Exactly where he was.)

(A beat. Then—)

(Felix’s head twitches. The movement is barely there. A fraction of an inch.)

(Ethan’s stomach drops. He sits up fast, rubbing his eyes.)

ETHAN

(low, to himself)

…What the f**k.

(He stares at Felix. Nothing happens.)

(A long moment. Ethan swallows hard, shaking his head.)

ETHAN

(scoffing, muttering)

You’re losing it, dude.

(He flops back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.)

(The camera lingers on Felix. Still. Silent. Watching.)

(Then— his head tilts. A little more.)

(A barely-there whisper. Soft. Teasing.)

FELIX

(whispering)

Goodnight, Ethan.

(Cut to black.)

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SCENE 2 – KITCHEN – MORNING

(Ethan stumbles into the kitchen, looking like s**t. Dark circles under his eyes, hoodie half-zipped, hair a f*****g mess.)

(Jessica Carter (his foster mother, late 40s, high-strung, always pissed at something) is making coffee, already annoyed by his existence.)

JESSICA

(sharp)

You look like hell.

ETHAN

(flat)

Thanks, Mom. Love the support.

(Jessica rolls her eyes, sipping her coffee.)

JESSICA

(sarcastic)

Maybe if you went to bed at a reasonable hour instead of staying up doing whatever the hell it is you do—

ETHAN

(muttering)

Yeah, I was busy being terrorized by my possessed-ass doll, my bad.

(Jessica frowns.)

JESSICA

What?

(Ethan pauses. He forces a fake smile.)

ETHAN

(smirking)

Nothing. Just making conversation.

(Jessica gives him a look before shaking her head and turning back to the coffee pot.)

(Ethan sits at the table, tapping his fingers against the wood, eyes drifting toward the hallway.)

(He hasn’t checked his room yet. He doesn’t want to.)

(Because he knows. Somehow, deep in his gut—he knows.)

(Felix isn’t on the desk anymore.)

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SCENE 3 – ETHAN’S ROOM – MINUTES LATER

(Ethan stands in the doorway, staring at his desk.)

(Felix is gone.)

(A sick, twisting feeling crawls up Ethan’s spine. His throat goes dry.)

ETHAN

(soft, shaky)

Oh, f**k me.

(He slowly steps inside. His pulse is loud in his ears.)

(The room is too quiet. The air feels wrong. Thick. Heavy.)

(He turns toward the bed. Looks under it. Nothing.)

(He checks the closet. Empty.)

(Then—)

(A soft creak behind him.)

(Ethan whips around.)

(Felix is sitting on the floor. Right by the door. Staring at him.)

(He wasn’t there before.)

(A long, horrible beat.)

(Then—Felix’s stitched smile seems to widen. Just a little.)

FELIX

(sweetly)

Found me.

(Cut to Ethan’s face—pure horror.)

(Cut to black.)

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