Count Olaf

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"Please, Stan, help!" Dana shouts as she clings onto him.

"Dana, calm down, what happened?" Stan asks the trembling girl in front of him.

"It- it... it was right in front of me! It's after me!" She cries.

"What? What did you see?" Stan asks calmly.

"A giant spider! Oh, it was disgusting! All dusty, and hairy, and... I can't think about it!" Dana throws herself into Stan's arms and hugs him tightly. The rain only gets heavier as she calms.

"Hey, look at me. It's gonna be alright. You'll be okay, you hear me?" Stan looks down at the girl depending on him to make her feel better. He kisses her forehead, soothing her. "Anyway. You're scared of spiders?"

"What? I never said that."

"It, the thing that's chasing us, knows what we are afraid of, and kind of shape shifts into it to get us weak. It feeds off of fear, basically." He explains to the embarrassed girl.

"Well, yes. Have you never seen a tarantula?"

"Yeah, THEY'RE gross, but spiders in general are fine."

"I'm not going to argue over irrational fears, when I could have just died." Dana grabs him and pulls him over to the others, who just started walking away.

"From a spider? Yeah, ever so likely."

"It wasn't an actual spider! It was IT!"

"CUT!" Andy yells from just out of frame. "That was great guys! I think we got everything we needed. Go have a rest, and up next we have Sophia and Jeremy for a short scene together."

Wyatt pulls away from me and walks off, only to turn around and start waking backwards while speaking to me: "I'd honestly ship Stanley with anyone else. Dana seems fake and she's a bit of a pussy."

"I could say the same for you, your personality kinda sucks!" I shout angrily back at him.

I don't know what it is, he just knows how to get under my skin really well. He's annoying.

I do want to be friends, I'm tired of having all this drama with him. But he doesn't want to be friends, I can tell by the way he looks at me. He looks like he smells shit, every time he sees me. It hurts, it really does. I can't let him get to me though, I'm here for a reason:

They thought I was a good actress. Whether or not anyone else does.