ABOUT

EXT. MONSTROPOLIS - NIGHT
The city skyline is a jagged silhouette against a dark, purple sky. Strange, bulbous buildings glow with eerie bioluminescence. This is a world where things go bump in the night.

INT. SIMULATOR ROOM - NIGHT
A child’s bedroom. Peaceful. Quiet. A door CREAKS open. A shadow stretches across the shag carpet. A monster, tall and hulking, creeps toward the bed. It has three eyes and tentacles for arms. It looms over the sleeping child, taking a deep breath, preparing to unleash a terrifying roar.

Suddenly, the monster steps on a squeaky toy. SQUEAK! The monster panics. He trips over a toy truck, tangles himself in the bedsheets, and falls flat on his face. The child doesn't wake up.

VOICE (O.S.)
"SIMULATION TERMINATED. SIMULATION TERMINATED."

The bedroom walls pivot away, revealing a vast industrial warehouse. This isn't a real bedroom. It's a training simulator. FLINT, a stern-looking monster with a clipboard, sighs and shakes her head. The monster on the floor, PHLEGM, looks up sheepishly, still tangled in a pink blanket.

"Phlegm, you’re still making too much noise. You’re dead before you even reach the closet," Flint says. "Scream collection is a precise science! If you can't scare a simulated child, how do you expect to power this city?"