A group of four meat boxes sitting on a stoop at a meat packing plant tell scary stories. Meat Box 2 shares the story of how he came to be, which involves 20 hikers in a forest encountering a cult that worships Travis Scott. The cult members, who have the same faces as the hikers, devour the hikers and use their meat to make more cult members. Meat Box 2 implies his meat came from one of the hikers. The boxes are then separated as they are shipped to different locations, sad that they may never see each other again.

1. INT. MEAT PACKING PLANT - DUSK
Four boxes of MEAT!
They sit on the stoop and have a chat. (NOTE: Whenever the
boxes talk normally, they only open two of their flaps. But
whenever they yell, all four of their flaps open.
MEAT BOX 1
What’s the scariest story you can
think of, meat boxes?
The MEAT BOXES are a surly bunch. They brook no guff and are
major hardcases when it’s crunch time at the pack plant.
MEAT BOX 1: The leader of the group, calm, firm tape, sharp
corners. Modest amount of meat inside.
MEAT BOX 2: Hides a dark secret. Angriest but it’s all to
hide his sadness. Wet corners that tell a story. Peeling tape
that barely hides the scars.
MEAT BOX 3: Most jovial. Uses 20 words when he could use 5.
Fun loving and hates being spooked. Bent corners but who
cares?! Life’s a ride.
MEAT BOX 4: Quiet and by far the most haunted. Mystery meat.
Tape on the corners.
MEAT BOX 2
It’s the story of how I came to be.
MEAT BOX 3
Yeah man, I never asked--what kind
of meat were you? Like what was the
bones on which you hung?
MEAT BOX 2
Nobody ever asked me about my meat
story until now. Frankly I’m a
little bummed.
ALL THE OTHER MEAT BOXES
(simultaneous)
Aw come on!/Jeez, Meat/Tell us if
you must
Meat Box takes a drag of a huge cigar and clears his flaps.
MEAT BOX 2
It all started with twenty hikers--

2. (MORE)
2.
EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
Twenty HIKERS who are straight breaking quarantine to go for
a stupid hike and post it all over Instagram are clambering
about in the woods, in pitch black.
LEAD HIKER
Everyone ready? We have to show
mother nature that we won’t take
this virus lying down. We’re going
to disobey quarantine orders and
walk around in a huge pack of
assholes all together!
HIKER 8
Life is for living!
They all cheer!
Then the lead hiker notices a journal lying on the ground.
LEAD HIKER
Check this out. Someone’s journal.
HIKER 12
READ THAT SHIT! READ THAT SHIT!
They all join in.
ALL HIKERS
READ THAT SHIT! READ THAT SHIT!
The lead hiker picks it up and a small gust comes in, blowing
his Dallas Cowboys hat off his head.
LEAD HIKER
Hat-strength wind. Interesting.
Unfazed, he opens it up to the first page and reads aloud.
LEAD HIKER (CONT'D)
“Dear Journal: Today’s the day! I
can’t wait to go out on a big ill-
advised nature hike with 20 of my
friends!”
Everyone smiles, not at all thinking about what was just said
even though they’re listening.
LEAD HIKER (CONT'D)
“I am stoked as hell to disobey the
orders of the government and law
enforcement and gather in a large
group, and...oh Cool, a journal.
(MORE)
2.

3. LEAD HIKER (CONT'D)
3.
That’s funny, I picked up the
journal and a wind blew my Dallas
Cowboys hat clean off. That’s a hat-
strength wind!”
HIKER 11
(to self)
Fuckin’ boring.
LEAD HIKER
“Well, this journal entry is pretty
well written. You know what? I
should copy it down for my own
journal. That way, the next guy who
reads this will do the same! I
would never want to be thought of
as an uncreative writer who leans
too much on tropes, not by anyone!
So here goes, I’m copying this word
for word--heck, even the stuff I’m
writing right now is the same! Man,
I guess this hiker-journaler has
the same insecurities as me. We’re
all connected much more by our
fears than we realize. Well, time
to go on my hike! Goodbye to
everyone and nothing bad is going
to happen today!”
Lead hiker closes the journal. Even he had no concerns about
what just transpired.
LEAD HIKER (CONT'D)
I mean, let’s do it.
They walk in formation, taking tons of pictures and videos
with their phones.
HIKERS
Wow/so cool/with the quarantine you
can really see how mother nature is
restoring herself/incredible
EXT. MEAT PACKING PLANT - NIGHT
The boxes get picked up and put on a conveyor belt. But
they’re still interested in the story.
MEAT BOX 3
Wait, what happened next?!
MEAT BOX 2
You’ll never guess...
LEAD HIKER (CONT'D)
3.

4. 4.
EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
The hikers come across a loud CHANTING NOISE. It was soft at
first, but as their crunchy footfalls bring them closer to
destiny, a clearing the forest reveals...
A CULT OF DANCERS GATHERED AROUND A GIGANTIC GLOWING TRAVIS
SCOTT.
LEAD HIKER
My god.
HIKER 19
Who is this? What is this?
HIKER 3
That’s a large hologram of famed
rapper Travis Scott.
HIKER 4
Eerily reminiscent of the very same
“digital concert” Mr. Scott held
within the gamespace of Fortnite
recently.
LEAD HIKER
No. Look closer--
The hikers gaze with sharper intent on the faces of the
dancers. Their slick moves previously distracted them from
the horrifying reality--
--These dancers have the exact same faces as the hikers.
THEY ARE THE SAME PEOPLE.
HIKER 18
MY SWEET ZOUNDS!
He yelped too loud, and the fortnite dancers STOP. They all
turn in unison to look at their doppelgangers.
TRAVIS SCOTT
(to his minions)
Kill them.
The fortnite dancers DESCEND UPON their former (?) selves,
chasing after them with fast-zombie (think 2000’s-era cinema)
abandon. They are silhouetted by the flames of their dance
area, and when they do the “Default Dance” from Fortnite, it
is with such speed, and such forward momentum, that it is
hypnotically terrifying. Almost as if they’re hovering closer
and closer, without the need to use their feet.
4.

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The hikers are entirely too bundled up with their walkstuff
to give a proper chase, and are hunted down within seconds.
The fortnite dancers TEAR THEM LIMB FROM LIMB, VEINS ARE
SHREDDED, MUSCLES TORN FROM BONE, EYEBALLS SUCKED OUT,
JUST...JUST CHAOS. BODY CHAOS.
The dancers have truly gone Sicko Mode.
LEAD HIKER
(as his stomach is pulled
apart)
Oh God--we’re--we’re made of meat!
FADE TO:
EXT. FOREST - NIGHT
Back to the journal, where we can hear the SCREAMS of the
victims echoing off the trees.
The journal, laying on the ground, has its pages blown open
by the wind.
The writing on the last entry says--
LEAD HIKER (V.O.)
Lead hiker here. Once my body was
devoured, and the excess meat
removed from my useless skeleton, I
knew instantly that I must worship
Travis Scott. The giant glowing rap
child must be satiated with dance.
Unstuck from time, bound only to
the rhythm, I leave this journal
for my past self to discover. And I
hope that my meat finds its next
home in his belly, so that he will
be compelled to join me. Become me.
And continue the cycle.
FADE TO:
EXT. MEAT PACKING PLANT - NIGHT
Box 2’s flaps finally shut. He’s done with his story.
MEAT BOX 1
Just a cool story, man.
MEAT BOX 3
I’m pretty scared frankly!
5.

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MEAT BOX 2
Thanks, thanks guys.
MEAT BOX 3
Hey after we all get shipped, will
we ever see each other again?
MEAT BOX 1
No. This is high school graduation
but for boxes.
MEAT BOX 3
I’m sad.
Green Day’s “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)” plays as the
boxes are taken off of the conveyer belt and ONTO SEPARATE
TRUCKS.
BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG
So take the photographs and still
frames in your mind...
THE TRUCKS DRIVE IN SEPARATE DIRECTIONS AND THAT’S THE FINAL
EPISODE OF THIS QUIBI SERIES.
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