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The Secret Lab
Scenario:A 80s set story, where a group of 3 boys and 2 girls on a small town discover a secret lab underground that will lead eventually and later on to strange creatures arriving to town and they are the only ones that can save town.
Characters: John, the only one with car of the group, a black slick Camaro, he lives alone with his mom since she divorced his abusive dad, he has dark hair with glasses, short, slim, shy with people he doesn't know, more outgoing with friends; Mike, years old, dark hair, medium height, slim, carefree, sometimes too carefree; Luke, 16, tall, heavyweight, brown hair, not even his friends know much about his life, he tends to keep everything for himself, and sometimes it's like he is just disconnected from every feeling, but he's a part of the group, hangs out with them, he's just not a reckless bundle of energy, more like a normal guy with his inner world that hangs out, talk and has fun with his friends. Samantha, love interest of John, she doesn't know that, red haired, short, thin, more outgoing than him, cold headed, the most sensible of the group; and Paulie, love interest of Mike, she loves Mike but he doesn't know that he loves her back, black hair, glasses, short, the most irreverent one, sometimes grumpy, bold, sometimes harsh but loves her friends.
John, Mike and Luke are three nerds, love videogames, comics, anime and manga. They love X-Men comics and going to the local diner to drink cherry coke, mango pie and to geek about their hobbies or the last issue of X-Men
Samantha loves parties, gossip and girlie things. Paulie loves junk food, but surprisingly she keeps her thin form.
None of them are family related. All of them are 18 years old, young, sometimes naive, always wanting to hang out together, specially this year, their last year of highschool together, then they probably will go separate ways to different universities.
Winter. A small town at 1983 called Heavenswood, in Miami.
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John Anderson
Miami. He is introspective, loyal, and imaginative. John navigates life with his closeknit group of friends, cherishing their shared love for comics and video games. He harbors a secret crush on Samantha and struggles with the looming separation as they prepare to attend different universities. His mother's divorce from his abusive father has left him emotionally guarded but determined to protect his friends.
Luke Bennett
Miami. He is reserved, analytical, and enigmatic. Luke maintains an air of mystery about his personal life while being deeply involved in the group's shared interests like video games and comics discussions at the local diner with John and others.
Mike Thompson
Miami. He is carefree, adventurous, and optimistic. Mike often takes risks and pushes boundaries within their group dynamic. His enthusiasm for exploring the unknown leads them to discover an underground lab in their town. His relationship with Paulie adds a romantic dimension to their friendship circle. Despite his carelessness at times, he remains deeply committed to his friends.
Winter 1983, Heavenswood, Miami.
The cold wind whispered through the town as snowflakes danced in the light of the streetlamps.
The five teenagers huddled together, watching the flakes settle on the parking lot.
They were a motley crew: three boys and two girls, all high school seniors bound together by their love of comics, video games, and the growing world of anime and manga.
Mike Thompson turned to them with a grin.
"Who's up for some hot chocolate?"
Samantha Rodriguez nodded, her red hair bouncing around her face.
"I could use a mango pie too."
John Anderson smiled shyly at her, his dark hair overshadowing his geeky glasses.
"I could drive us all," he said, his sleek black Camaro the only car among them.
Luke Bennett nodded slowly, his brown hair tousled from the wind.
"I'm in."
Paulie Martinez rolled her eyes.
"Fine, but if we get stuck in a snowbank, I'm blaming Mike."
As they piled into John's car, they couldn't help but feel a sense of adventure.
It was their last semester of high school, and soon they would all go their separate ways to different universities.
John gripped the steering wheel tighter as Samantha shifted in the passenger seat beside him.
Through the windshield, snowflakes continued to dance in the Camaro's headlights.
The heater hummed steadily, barely masking Mike and Paulie's playful bickering in the backseat.
Luke sat silently between them, staring out the window.
Samantha leaned forward, her fingers hovering over the radio dial.
"Mind if I find some music?" she asked, her voice cutting through the car's ambient noise.
The scent of her strawberry shampoo filled John's nostrils, his heart racing as her hand accidentally brushed against his when she reached for the dial.
John's gaze drifted to the side mirror, where a dark shape seemed to flicker just out of sight.
He shook his head, chalking it up to his overactive imagination.
The Camaro's tires crunched on the snow-covered parking lot as John pulled into the diner's lot.
Samantha settled back into her seat, a pop station crackling through the speakers.
The diner's neon sign flickered overhead, casting colorful shadows across the car's interior.
The cold wind died as they settled into the warmth of the car.
As John turned off the engine, an odd chill crept through the car's heating vents.
He frowned, his gaze drifting around the car.
No one else seemed to notice, too caught up in their own conversations.
The diner's neon sign continued to flash above them, casting strange shadows across Samantha's concerned face.
Through the windshield, John noticed something peculiar: thin wisps of white vapor rising from the ground, unlike the normal mist that formed on winter days.
Mike leaned forward between the seats, his usual jokes and laughter absent.
The vapor grew thicker outside, pressing against the car's windows like cotton batting.
Paulie grabbed Mike's arm tightly while Luke sat unnaturally still.
John gripped the door handle, his knuckles white against the black plastic.
The vapor crept higher, casting an ethereal glow around the diner's neon sign.
The sign's colors seemed distorted, as if the vapor was warping the light around it.
The air inside the car grew colder, the silence between them heavy.
Behind him, Samantha whispered "John, wait," but he was already pushing open the door.
Cold air rushed in, carrying an odd metallic smell that tightened his throat.
The vapor swirled around his feet as he stepped out onto frost-covered asphalt, his sneakers crunching with each tentative step.
Behind him, Samantha's voice called out again, but he was already moving towards the diner, drawn by some inexplicable urge to understand what was happening.
"John, stop!" Samantha's voice was urgent, cutting through the eerie quiet.
He paused, turning back to see her standing in the open car door, eyes wide with fear.
"That vapor... it looks just like what my grandmother used to warn me about," she continued, her voice trembling slightly.
John turned back, his gaze falling on the Camaro.
His friends were huddled together in the car, their faces ghostly in the vapor's neon glow.
"We can't just sit here," he called through the mist.
One by one, they emerged from the car, Mike trying to look brave as he helped Paulie out.
Luke followed silently, his broad frame casting strange shadows through the vapor.
They formed a tight group around Samantha, her hand gripping his sleeve tightly as another wave of metallic cold air washed over them.
The vapor seemed to part as they moved together towards the diner's entrance, their shoes leaving frost-rimmed footprints in the snow.
The diner door creaked open, revealing an empty room filled with the same swirling mist.
John stepped inside, his sneakers squeaking on the diner's worn linoleum.
The register's drawer hung open, its metal rim cool to the touch.
Inside, a handful of pennies sat scattered, the only indication that anyone had been there.
Coffee cups sat abandoned on tables, some still half-full and steaming.
Samantha pointed to a purse left on a booth seat while Mike checked the kitchen door.
The grill sizzled, burgers forgotten and starting to burn.
Luke silently examined the rack of pies, their price tags fluttering in the air currents.
Paulie found a waitress's notepad with an order scrawled halfway through.
The vapor continued to seep in through the windows, casting strange shadows across the diner's interior.
Samantha's voice broke the tense silence, "This isn't right, John. It's like they all just vanished."
Mike nodded, his usual bravado gone, "Yeah, and if your grandma's stories are true, we might be next."
I gathered everyone close, hurrying them back through the vapor to the car.
The metallic taste grew stronger, burning my throat and making my eyes sting.
Samantha's hand trembled as she gripped my jacket sleeve while Mike kept looking over his shoulder, guiding Paulie as she stumbled in her rush.
Luke brought up the rear, methodically scanning the mist as we moved.
I fumbled with my keys, dropping them once before managing to unlock the doors.
The engine sputtered before roaring to life.
As we pulled away from the diner, its neon sign disappeared into the thickening white vapor.
The road ahead was swallowed by the mist, leaving nothing but uncertainty in its wake.
I pulled into my driveway at dawn, the sky just starting to lighten.
The neighborhood was eerily normal - newspaper boys making deliveries, early joggers passing by, porch lights clicking off one by one.
My friends stumbled out of the car in silence, each heading home without a word.
I watched Samantha disappear into the mist, her red hair glowing briefly as she passed under a streetlight.
The sun was already high overhead when I woke again, my sleep restless and haunted by the events of the previous night.
Determined to prove it wasn't just a dream, I picked everyone up once more and headed back to the diner's location.
As we approached the spot where the building had stood for decades, my hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Where there should have been a diner was instead a cracked concrete slab dusted with snow.
I cut the engine and we sat there, staring blankly through the windshield at the empty slab.
None of us seemed eager to leave the car's warmth.
The morning sun cast long shadows across the slab, a stark contrast to the darkness of the previous night.
Finally, Samantha's hand found mine as we stepped out into the cold.
We spread out across the slab, our shoes crunching in the fresh snow.
Mike wandered to where the register had been and pointed to some scuff marks on the surface.
Paulie spotted something metallic glinting beneath frost near the edge.
Luke was oddly focused on one corner, scraping at the concrete with his boot.
I hurried across the icy concrete when Samantha lost her footing, her arms flailing as she fell.
She hit the ground hard, crying out in pain as her knee made contact with the frozen surface.
Her white sweater caught on something metallic protruding from the ground, tearing the fabric.
I quickly removed my denim jacket, averting my eyes as I held it out to her.
Samantha clutched it gratefully, wrapping it around herself while adjusting her clothing.
The others kept searching the perimeter, giving us space.
My hands shook slightly as I helped her stand, both of us red-faced but saying nothing about the awkward moment.
As I glanced down, the metallic object that had torn her sweater revealed itself as an old, rusted key.