So...in drama class, we're writing our own one act plays.

Like, I'm not kidding you, what you're about to read is the FIRST thing that came to my mind as a play I'd write.  It could be a group play, but I'm just doing it by myself and other people in my class can hopefully give me a few voiceovers.  This all pretty much occurs over the phone.  Also, this is all in Google Docs.  Let's just hope that no one in my drama class finds this...at least until after the acting out part.

This is the completed rough draft.  This will probably be what I perform, as well, so this may also be the final draft.

This is basically a Yandere tragedy play.  XD

A Deadly Obsession

By Becca Wise

CHARACTER

Becca - A female teenager unwillingly thrown between a rock and a hard place. Peppy and weird but can be serious when needed. Wants to understand what's happening with her friends. Socially awkward and unique.

SETTING

First begins in a small, dark room. Becca comes in, her face emotionless, and sits at a table, placing her phone in front of her as she sits facing the audience, seeming spaced out.. She presses a button on the phone. It begins voice recording.

(Scene change/Flashback to incident)

The dining room of Becca's house. She is sitting at the computer typing up her stories on Wattpad, her phone on silent next to her but face up. She sits cross-legged on the chair, her fingers typing quickly.

STORY DESCRIPTION

Becca has a confession. Something she has been withholding for far too long. She tells her story to a voice recorder as we see the flashback of her memory. She was just typing a story when she gets an unexpected phone call. A phone call from a friend. An online friend. Then another. And another. Unfortunately for Becca, she does not know that one of these friends has planned something horrible. Why? What is their motivation? Her. This person has a deadly obsession. A deadly obsession...of BECCA....

DRAFT DIALOGUE

(BECCA enters, her face void of emotion. She carries a phone in her hand as she enters. She sits in the chair and places the device down, sighing before pressing a button.)

BECCA: H-Hello. My name is Rebecca Wise. I am a 15-year-old teenager in the state of Arkansas. And... (Pause) ...I have a...confession. About...about the murders of those...girls a few weeks ago. I...

(A rather long pause. BECCA takes in a shaky breath.)

I...I am an indirect cause of their murder....

(She shuffles in her chair a bit, looking at the doorway she had entered. She looks nervous. She then looks back at the device.)

I didn't murder them...but I know who did. And...they'll kill me once they find out. So...I'm sending this to you. I know you'll tell the police and give them this recording. I don't know how long I have, but I'll tell all I can.

(Another pause. BECCA shudders slightly, looks at the doorway again, and then turns back to the device, taking another shaky breath.)

It began with a phone call. I was home alone....

(Scene change. BECCA is now sitting cross-legged at a table on a computer, her phone next to her. It is the same phone as the recording device. BECCA is focused on the screen. Constant typing noises are heard. She is typing a story. She's muttering under her breath. It isn't discernible to the audience.)

(A sorta long pause of muttering and typing.)

(BECCA jumps as her phone lights up, showing a caller ID that she does not know. It is on silent. She looks at it and looks away to the screen before quickly looking back. Her eyes widen as she seems to read something else. She quickly picks up the phone and answers it, putting it to her ear.)

BECCA: Hello?

???: B-Becca?! Thank God!

(The voice is panting slightly loudly. They whisper and sound stressed throughout the call.)

BECCA: Wh-Who is this...?

???: ilbarker! I'm ilbarker!

BECCA: il?! Why are you calling me...? Are you ok...?

(Pause)

iLBARKER: No...I think someone's trying to kill me....

BECCA: Wait, what?! Why are you calling me?! Call the police!

iLBARKER: I can't! I can't reach them for some reason!

BECCA: Wh-Where are you?!

iLBARKER: I'm hiding in an alleyway....

(BECCA facepalms.)

BECCA: il, really?! That's dangerous!

iLBARKER: I know, I know! I thought that they might not----

(She suddenly goes silent.)

BECCA: il?

iLBARKER: They're here.... Oh my God, they're gonna find me and kill me! I can't get away! I'm trapped!

BECCA: il, please, try to stay calm....

(Silence. Then...the phone on the other end seems to drop and iLBARKER screams. BECCA's eyes go wide as she stands from her seat.)

IL!!!

(The call ends. BECCA pulls the phone away from her ear, staring at it in horror.)

Wait...no no no!

(She presses a button on the phone and puts it to her ear.)

BECCA: Come on...come on...il, please....

FEMALE VOICE ON PHONE: I'm sorry. The number you have called does not exist. Goodbye.

BECCA: WHAT?!

(She puts her phone down swiftly and gets on the computer again.)

Maybe there's something on her page that could explain beforehand.... Please let there be something....

(She stops clicking and stares at the screen in shock. She then reads something aloud slowly.)

'The Caleb Protection Cult is disbanded. The leader is dead. Good job, Becca. You killed her.' What the Nether...?

(She sits back in her chair, staring at her phone and computer with a shocked face.)

(Whisper) Oh my God....

(She pinches herself lightly and winces.)

(Whisper) Ok, not dreaming.... Holy mother of everything....

(The phone lights up again, startling BECCA slightly. She looks at the phone and frowns before picking it up.)

H-Hello?

???: Becca! Have you seen il's page?!

BECCA: Uhh...yes.... Who is this? Sorry, not good with voices....

???: Cassia. What is up with her page? Is this some kind of prank?

BECCA: No.... She just called me saying someone was trying to kill her and she couldn't reach the police. She was hiding and...I...I think they found her.... She screamed and the call ended. I can't even call her back! The phone just says that the number doesn't exist!

CASSIA: Ok, breathe. Maybe she isn't dead. We need to look into this some more befor----

(A door-opening sound is heard.)

What the...? Yo, get outta my house! The heck!

(BECCA is silent, her eyes wide.)

(CASSIA gasps.)

No, wait, what...? What are you doing?! Get that away from me! NO! BECCA!!!

(BECCA snaps out of her silent trance.)

BECCA: CASSIA?!!!?

(The phone on the other end sounds like it was dropped. And then...picked up again.)

???: Fancy hearing you here....

(BECCA's face becomes angry.)

BECCA: Ok, I don't normally ever say this, but what the HELL did you do to my friend?!

???: I don't think you should worry about JUST her, Becca....

(The person laughs evilly and the call ends.)

(BECCA still has the phone next to her ear.)

BECCA: What the frick....

(She places the phone back on the table quickly and gets back on the computer, making more clicking sounds.)

Please, please, please....

(She freezes again as she reads what she sees out loud.)

'Good...job...Becca.... You...killed her....' Ok...definitely not a prank at this point. Oh my---- Wait...my other friends?!

(She once again picks up her phone and taps a few buttons before putting it to her ear.)

Please...please, Kit, be ok....

FEMALE VOICE ON PHONE: I'm sorry. This person is unavailable at this time. Please try again later.

BECCA: NO!

(She slams the phone down without care, tapping away at the computer.)

No, no, NO! Notch freaking...! Please, no! Please let this be a surreal dream or something! Please....

(She starts to tear up a bit. She wipes her eyes, reading the screen again.)

'Good job, Becca. You killed her.' What...who...why...?

(The phone lights up again with another unknown number. BECCA quickly picks it up.)

Hello?!

???: Becca...it's Object...please...run...get away from where you are...she's coming....

BECCA: Object?! What's happening?!

(Some pretty bad coughing on OBJECT's end with a hiss of pain.)

OBJECT: I just got st-stabbed.... I'm bleeding out...my phone's at 3%...Becca, please...run....

(More coughing, though it sounds weaker.)

BECCA: Object, hang up! Call the police, the hospital! Get help!

OBJECT: It's...too late...I'm dying....

BECCA: Dying...? OBJECT! DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT! Please...call for help....

OBJECT: Run...she's coming...she's crazy....

BECCA: Who's she?!

(OBJECT coughs violently and the phone seems to drop on the other end.)

OBJECT?!

OBJECT: I'm sorry...ru----

(The call abruptly ends. BECCA is breathing quickly.)

BECCA: No....

(She places the phone down and, with less motivation, taps on the computer some more.)

The same thing...I killed her....

(She sits back in her chair and a few moments of silence pass. Her face is still with shock. Her eyes are wide as she thinks through all the info she has just acquired. She suddenly groans and grabs her phone.)

Crap, I'm such an IDIOT!

(She dials into the phone and puts it to her ear.)

FEMALE VOICE ON PHONE: This is 911. Who do you need to speak with?

BECCA: The police!

(Silence. Then, a male voice is heard.)

OFFICER: This is the police. What is your emergency?

(BECCA sighs in relief.)

BECCA: Thank God! Officer, someone is killing my friends!

OFFICER: Has it occurred recently?

BECCA: Yes.

OFFICER: Do you know where the murders have taken place?

BECCA: Umm...all over the place! Ohio, Texas, Australia....

OFFICER: I'm sorry?

BECCA: My friends are online friends and...they called and were scared and then there was some other people and they killed my friends!

OFFICER: And this occurred...over the phone?

BECCA: Yes...?

OFFICER: Are you sure that it wasn't a prank?

BECCA: Uhh...I'm...pretty sure....

OFFICER: I'm sorry, we cannot help. We don't have enough info to consider. Please, don't try playing around with us. This stuff is serious.

BECCA: No, wai--!

(The phone clicks, signifying that the officer has hung up. BECCA growls and slams the phone down on the table, putting her face in her hands.)

No...what am I supposed to do...?

(She sits up slowly after a moment, tapping on the computer. She pauses after a moment.)

Winter.... It says something different.... 'Well, you DO hate winter, don't you, Becca? Your least favorite season? Well, don't worry anymore! We got rid of it for you! ...And it's your fault.'

(She is still for a moment before typing away on the computer again.)

spark...please...be ok....

(She stops again, reading the screen aloud.)

'She's always forgotten, so it'd be a surprise if you even saw this, Becca. Don't worry, you won't have to worry about forgetting her again because she won't be around to remind you of her....'

(She covers her nose and mouth with her hands, holding back sobs.)

Please...stop.... No more.... End this nightmare....

(She shakily picks up her phone, calling someone. She holds to her ear as she sniffles.)

???: Hello?

BECCA: Kn-Known? It's me, B-Becca....

KNOWN: Becca? Are you...crying? What's wrong?!

BECCA: Read...Read our friends' descriptions.... Cassia, Kit, Object, Winter, spark, ilbarker....

(It is silent for a bit.)

KNOWN: What...is this...?

BECCA: I don't know! I've had about 3 of them call and then...I think they DIED! They're DEAD, Known! It's my fault! They're all DEAD!

KNOWN: Becca, stop. Calm yourself. None of this is your fault. If they are dead, did you DIRECTLY kill them?

BECCA: N-No....

KNOWN: Then it isn't your fault. The one at fault is the one who organized these killings.

BECCA: But WHO?! Who hates me so much that...that they would kill my friends----

(She freezes.)

KNOWN: Becca...?

BECCA: Known...you...you're my...fr-friend....

KNOWN: Becca...don't worry about me, ok? Focus on the others. Try to figure out what happened to them, ok?

BECCA: But...I have nowhere to begin.... I'm so lost....

(Silence from the other end.)

Known?

KNOWN: Someone's here. In my house. It isn't my parents.

BECCA: Known, get out of there!

KNOWN: Becca...it's ok.

(BECCA is trying so hard to keep sobs out of her voice.)

BECCA: Known, please...you're the only one left...get out of there...please....

KNOWN: Becca, I'm going to hang up. Don't call back. Find the others.

BECCA: Known, please...I...I can't bear to think of you dying....

KNOWN: Then live for us. Do what those of us who have died can no longer do. Do what I will probably soon no longer be able to do.

(BECCA is silent.)

We'll always be friends, Becca. As long as you keep true to that, I'll never truly die. WE'LL never truly die.

BECCA: Kn-Known....

(KNOWN gives a tiny chuckle.)

KNOWN: Hey, at least this isn't by a Cythrin, right? Goodbye, Becca.

(The call ends and BECCA places the phone on the table before covering her face.)

BECCA: No...no...wake up...wake up...please...this can't be happening....

(She is silent for a moment before looking up at the computer screen.)

Wh-What?

(Her sadness turns to confusion as she clicks some things. Her face turns to shock.)

She...She's...alive...?

(She quickly wipes her eyes and reads the message aloud.)

'Heyo, Becca! Pack your bags, sweetheart, because you're coming with me. FOREVER.' What...?

(She blinks and reads some more. Possibly a new message.)

'Hey, come on, now! I'm your friend! Come on out or I'll come in and get you myself....'

(BECCA frowns and walks to the "window," (the drama room door). The scene changes just before she looks out. It is now back to her sitting at the table in the dark room, talking to the device. Her face is slightly wet from tears.)

BECCA: And...so...I went to check.... And it really was one of my friends. I came to learn that she had murdered the others so we could be friends forever. The killer is----

(She freezes as the phone lights up slightly, showing one last call.)

Oh no....

(She picks up the phone and hesitantly answers it.)

Hello...?

???: Oh Becca~ What are you doing~?

(BECCA tenses and closes her eyes for a second before opening them again.)

N-Nothing much, ilbarker! Just...had to get some things done...?

(She tenses and waits for the reply.)

iLBARKER: Ok! Hurry and get back up here, though!

(iLBARKER giggles creepily before hanging up. BECCA shudders and checks to see if the recording is still going.)

BECCA: Well, you heard who it was.... ilbarker. ilbarker is the killer. She'll probably kill me soon for this because...she tracks my messages, but...I just needed to tell someone.

(She picks up the phone and prepares to end the recording.)

I...I love you, Daddy.

(She ends the recording and presses a few buttons.)

FEMALE VOICE ON PHONE: Message sent.

(She takes a shuddering breath and pockets the phone before exiting the room.)

End