Artist Unknown (Youtube Voiceover Movie)
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ARTIST UNKNOWN will be a 90-minute fan-made voiceover movie premiering in the summer of 2018.
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[gasps] “I… Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Like, at all… Where’d you come from?”
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“This isn’t like any horror film, this is a freaking SLASHER.”
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[scoffs] “Well, that’s New York for you. Pizza, clubs, and the occasional murder.”
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“Just because I’m studying forensic science, doesn’t mean I can identify and trace a killer in two minutes. Let alone two days. Or, two years, really.”
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"Not to sound like the wimpiest guy here, but it’s dumb to leave the house right now, guys. I’m not in the mood to get killed.”
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[startled] “What the fuck?! Why would you try and scare me?! I’m pretty sure I’m weak enough to die from fear.”
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[unsure] “Listen… I don’t know. This seems stupid and… unsafe.”
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“I’m not brave like the rest of you. I've never even slapped a bitch before.”
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[shy] “Thanks, but… dating really isn’t on my “things to do before I die” list at the moment.”
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“I usually groan every time characters never go to the police, but in this position, it’s understandable.”
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[annoyed] “Quit being a little bitch, alright?”
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“If you want to fight, you can’t just rely on your hands. We need weapons.”
"Wow. I wish I never went to college. Then I wouldn’t be here, you know, ripe enough to get murdered.”
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[freaking out] “I’m not freaking out. Okay? I’m not. I don’t freak out. I NEVER freak out, okay?!”
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[unamused] “Do you ever have anything of importance to say?”
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“I’m about to go all Amy Dunne on this bitch.”
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[scared] “What do you want from me?! Please!”
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“I can’t even focus anymore. School and working and… It all just seems pointless now.”
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[dumbfounded] “You guys are just a bunch of college kids. Stay out of it.”
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“If we wanna find this guy, or girl, we need to think like them. We have to get inside the mind of a killer.”
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“Caitlin, I’m saying this because I love you… You need to drop out of school and move far, far away from New York, okay? Let me do my job, which is keeping you safe.”
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