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(music)

(heels clattering)

(upbeat music)

‐ Okay.

This'll be great.

It's fine, just... Go in.

He loves your designs.

(scratches)

(lips smacking)

(stomach gurgling)

‐ [Cristeàn] Ella‐bella. Early, as always.

‐ Cristeàn! Hi!

(heels steps)

(horror music)

Okay! So.

The star pattern feels very eco‐fresh, like you wanted? Um.

‐ D'Armitage did star patterns last season.

‐ Oh. Well they did speckled dots!

Which I feel like is different. Um...

‐ Maybe you have, what's it called, such a juicy word.

Ha! I just had it! Uh...

‐ Is it an eye?

‐ Yeah, whatever.

It's when you've seen something already,

but you forgot and you think it's your idea. Be...

original.

‐ I feel like that's what I'm trying to do here.

‐ Have another idea ready by tomorrow.

My collection's gotta slap you in the face.

Do you understand?

‐ Yeah, totally. ‐ [Cristeàn] Good.

(blood dribbles)

(suspenseful music)

(Ella heavy breaths)

(teeth grinding)

(stomach rumbling) (suspenseful music)

‐ Ah!

(Ella heavy breaths)

Ah!

(muffled babbling)

(Ella retches)

Oh my God! Ew.

‐ D'Armitage did star pattern last season.

Be original, you stupid bitch.

‐ What the fuck?

(suspenseful music)

‐ [The Appendage] Star pattern?

What are you, Betsy Ross or something? (laughs)

You have no ideas. That page is blankity fucking blank.

Oh. Your friend hates you by the way.

She hasn't texted you since drinks last Thursday.

‐ Shut up!

She would tell me!

‐ It's called ghosting, bitch.

I know! You should quit your job and lose all your friends

before Cristeàn realizes what a sad sack

of talentless piece of shit you are.

Quit your job. Lose your friends.

Throw your stupid blanket in the trash

and then kill yourself.

Do it, bitch. Do it.

Quick. NOW.

(knife slashing) (The Appendage chokes)

(Ella hyperventilates)

(The Appendage scuttles)

(Ella heavy breaths)

Boo, bitch! (Ella screams)

You know I'm always going to win.

You're a failure and no one will ever love you.

You deserve to die.

Wait! What are you?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was just kidd‐

(stabbing sound) (The Appendage suffocates)

‐ You snail‐y fuck!

(stabbing)

Why are you doing this?

(The Appendage whimpers)

(toilet flushing)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled whining)

Shh.

You're okay.

Shut up! Seriously.

‐ Ella bella, what do we have here?

‐ It is an original. Took me all night.

(horror music)