“Bethany’s Little Chaos Read More

      Bethany’s Little Chaos Read More 

The Blueprint of Chaos” 🔥

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INT. BETHANY’S WORKSHOP  NIGHT

Bethany stands in the middle of her workshop, surrounded by scattered blueprints, mechanical parts, wires, and tools. The soft buzz of a desk fan hums through the room.

She holds a miniature plane, freshly assembled, sleek and polished.
A mischievous smile curls across her lips.

BETHANY
(whispering to herself, eyes glowing)
This little plan… oh, it’s going to stir things up perfectly.
Destiny and Sarah won’t even see it coming. 😏

She gently sets the plane on the workbench, trailing a finger across its wings.

BETHANY
And me?
I’ll just sit back… and watch the chaos unfold.
Pure entertainment. 😈

INT. LARRY’S LIVING ROOM  NIGHT

Larry paces the room, tense shoulders, restless steps. His phone buzzes — a message from an anonymous number.

He reads it once.
Then again.
His face hardens.

LARRY
(through gritted teeth)
Bethany…
How could you?
Again?! 😡

He grabs his jacket, storms out the door.

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EXT. BETHANY’S WORKSHOP  NIGHT

Larry bursts in, chest rising with fury.

Bethany doesn’t even flinch.
She leans against the workbench, smirking like she was expecting him.

LARRY
(shouting)
Bethany! I know what you did!
You set Destiny and Sarah up just to watch them fight!

BETHANY
(innocently, blinking)
What? Me?
I didn’t do anything.
You’re imagining things. 🙄

Larry steps closer, fists clenched.

LARRY
Every single time, Bethany! Every time!
You play with people’s lives like they’re pieces on your board.

BETHANY
(folding arms, smiling coldly)
Play?
No, Larry.
I simply… let the truth come out.
If they fight, it’s because it was already inside them.
I just nudged it. 😏

Larry’s breath sharpens — frustration shaking through him.

LARRY
You lie.
You manipulate.
And now Destiny and Sarah are paying for it!

BETHANY
(rolling her eyes)
Oh, please.
They’re not “hurt.”
They’re just… learning.
Life lessons aren’t soft, Larry.
You should know that by now. 😎

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INT. WORKSHOP CONTINUOUS

Larry snatches the miniature plane off the table.

LARRY
This?!
This stupid little toy is your weapon?!
Bethany… you’re losing it! 😤

BETHANY
(shrugs playfully)
It’s just a plane, Larry.
You really think I did all that?
People explode on their own.
I just… provided the spark. 😉

Larry throws the plane to the floor — it hits the wall and breaks apart.

LARRY
Enough!
You can’t keep doing this.
You’re going to seriously hurt someone one day.

BETHANY
(mocking, laughing lightly)
Oh stop being dramatic.
You’re adorable when you’re angry. 😈

Larry stares at her — anger, exhaustion, and disappointment mixing.

He turns toward the door.

LARRY
I can’t do this.
I can’t be around this madness anymore.

He pauses at the threshold, eyes burning into hers.

LARRY
One day, Bethany…
this will catch up to you. 😠

Bethany holds in a laugh… barely.

He slams the door behind him.

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EXT. BETHANY’S WORKSHOP  LATER

Bethany steps out into the cool night, leaning against the wall. Her smile returns — slow, wicked.

BETHANY
(whispering to herself)
Destiny… Sarah… all tangled up.
And me?
I get a front-row seat. 🍿

Her eyes sparkle with pure mischief.

BETHANY
Sometimes… watching people fight
is better than any movie. 😈

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INT. LARRY’S APARTMENT NIGHT

Larry sits on the couch, head in his hands.
The weight of the night sits heavy on his chest.

LARRY
(whispering)
She’s impossible…
Every single time.

He sits up, eyes narrowing with new determination.

LARRY
I can’t let this go.
Not again. 😤

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EXT. BETHANY’S WORKSHOP NIGHT

Bethany slips back inside, humming a chilling little tune.

The broken plane lies on the floor.
She steps over it casually.

Then she stops.
Slowly picks up a new set of blueprints — something bigger, sharper, far more dangerous.

Her eyes widen with excitement.

BETHANY
(smiling wickedly)
Who knew a little plane could start such drama? 😏

She spreads out the new designs — complex, mechanical, unnerving.

BETHANY
Next…
Oh, this next one…
is going to be even better. 🎯

The camera pulls back —
her shadow stretching across the wall,
her laughter floating softly in the cold air…

But just before the camera fades —
a faint beep echoes from one of the blueprints.
A red light blinks.

She didn’t press anything.

Bethany freezes.

BETHANY (softly):
…Wait.
Who turned that on?

Her smile fades.
Her eyes lift.

Someone else has been in her workshop.

CUT TO BLACK.
😳💥⚡ TO BE CONTINUED…