INT. APARTMENT — VERY LATE NIGHT
Charlie wakes tangled in Frank, sweating and sticky.
He shoves him away.
CHARLIE
Get off me, you sweat hog.
Frank rolls, mumbling something obscene.
Charlie smacks his lips.
CHARLIE
Man… I need some water.
He shuffles to the fridge, opens it, grabs a beer.
The black egg is now glowing—soft pulses of yellow light spreading through the shell like a heartbeat.
Charlie closes the fridge.
Beat.
Reopens it.
CHARLIE
…Fraaaaank.
A crack forms across the shell.
CHARLIE
FRAAAAANK.
He sprints back, shaking Frank violently.
FRANK
WHAT— I was dreaming about the broad with the biggest—
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!
The fridge explodes open. Milk, beer, condiments spray across the room. Smoke pours out.
A small silhouette steps forward.
They scream. High-pitched. Feral.
CUT TO BLACK.