The Velvet Interruption”

 

Setting: Alan and Gerald are trying to sneak into the abandoned roller rink on Maple Street. Rumors say something weird’s going on inside—glowing lights, strange humming sounds, and… inflatable ducks?

ALAN:

(whispering)

“You sure this is the right place?”

GERALD:

“Yeah. Totally. Probably. Definitely maybe. My cousin’s dog’s groomer said she saw a government truck here last night.”

ALAN:

“…So obviously it’s legit.”

They approach the rusty double doors. Alan grips the handle.

Suddenly—

💥 BOOM. 💥

A puff of purple smoke explodes behind them. Funky music drops from the sky like a disco meteor.

From the smoke emerges a man in velvet: purple coat flowing, sunglasses reflecting neon that doesn’t exist, a cane swinging like it’s got its own personality.

SLICK D. FABULOUS:

🎵

“If you’re sneakin’ in quiet like mice in the night,

You better be ready for a fabulous fight.”

🎵

GERALD:

(startled)

“OH COME ON. Where do you even come from, bro?!”

SLICK D.:

(grinning)

“From the folds of chaos and the cracks in your plans.”

He twirls his cane.

“Also behind that dumpster. Long story.”

ALAN:

(sighs)

“Please don’t give us riddles. Just tell us if this place is dangerous.”

SLICK D.:

“Depends. You afraid of inflatable ducks that speak Latin?”

GERALD:

“…Kinda, yeah.”

SLICK D.:

He nods, dramatically serious.

“Then yes. Deeply dangerous.”

ALAN:

(eye twitching)

“What do you even want?”

SLICK D.:

“I want nothing, my velvet apprentice. I simply arrive when the beat drops and the plot thickens.”

GERALD:

“So you’re, like… a chaotic disco fairy?”

SLICK D.:

(flashing gold-tooth smile)

“Baby, I’m the glitter in your confusion.”

Suddenly, a mechanical quack echoes from inside the rink.

ALAN:

“…Okay. We’re doing this.”

SLICK D.:

“Remember—when the ducks start floating, don’t blink twice.”

GERALD:

“…That makes no sense.”

SLICK D.:

“And yet… you will remember it.”

He vanishes in another puff of glitter.

✨End Scene✨