Fan Fiction
Splatterhouse: Rise of Rob
By Tanner White
Deep in the bowels of West Mansion, Dr. West cackles triumphantly as a symphony of thunder accompanies him. His ghastly creatures and creations shamble around as they watch their master stand before them.
"Hahaha!" Dr. West exclaimed, "My moment of victory has finally arrived! With my army of unstoppable monstrosities I will march upon the cowering nations of the world and claim it for my own! No one can stop me!"
A decaying corpse hanging from a noose slowly dropped next to Dr. West.
"But sir," it choked out, "what of the Terror Mask? You used it to create us and it has gone missing! Can someone find it and use it's powers to kill all of us and stop you?"
"Bah!" West dismissed, "It took me decades to figure out the secret of the mask and even more to harness it's power! I mean, look what it did to my hair!". He points to his pure white hair stuck straight up and stiff like a fright wig. "I tried everything! Every scissor or razor I take to it breaks! Do you know how much I miss wearing hats?!"
His minions look on in bewilderment as West paws sadly as his hair.
"No matter!" cried West, "Even if somone does find the mask they could never properly harness it's power! They would have to be some kind of, I don't know, ancient evil mask expert nerd or something."
West shrugs. "Now, my loyal soldiers of evil, It is time to announce my evil plans to the powers of the world!" Dr. West laughs as his minions howl and cheer alongside him.
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People worldwide huddle around their phones and television sets as the ghastly visage of Dr. West dominates every screen in the globe. His laugh echoes throughout every continent and grips Planet Earth in sheer terror. The message he delivers sends shivers down the spines of every living being.
"Bow down, people of Earth! I am Dr. West! I have created an army of indestructible monsters that will soon be terrorizing a city near you!"
The footage on the screens shows hideous creatures attacking people, destroying buildings and vehicles. One monster is shown lifting up all the toilet seats in a womens restroom. Another throws an aluminum can in the regular trash bin when the recycling is right next to it. A third creature is talking on it's phone loudly in a movie theater.
"As you see, my creatures are already destroying your society and making your life very difficult and annoying! Submit and pledge your loyalty to me this day and I MIGHT allow you to survive! Cower before me, world! Mwahahahahaha!"
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Moments later, a broadcast appears on every screen in the world. A speaker for the White House stands behind a podium and pleads with the American people.
"Citizens of the world, I----"
The speaker stops and turns his attention to someone talking to him off screen.
"Yes, I know I'm not the President and he should be giving this speech. However, due to an unforseen golf game he is unable to attend this very important address about the future of the planet and the livelihood of it's people."
He clears his throat and continues, "We ask the help of anyone who knows how to defeat this menace. Dr. West's abominations seem to have no weakness. Our weapons do nothing but slightly irritate them. When all conventional methods failed, we tried harsh language. Then we tried asking them nicely to stop. Sadly, we are out of options. The only thing we have to go on is this mysterious mask."
The Speaker holds up a sinister looking mask and camera flashes go off wildly from the onlooking press.
"We don't know what it does or why we chose this as our only means of survival. Just roll with it. Please, if there is anyone out there who can help like some ancient evil mask expert nerd then help us. The world needs your help."
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At a home somewhere in America, a man is watching this broadcast on television. Adorning his walls are posters for classic video games such as Gradius, Castlevania, and Ghosts 'N Goblins. On a nearby desk are books titled Memoirs of a Virtual Caveman, Tales from the Third Moon, Digital Archaeology, and Eating Candy in Outer Space. All of these books share the same name.
Rob Strangman.
The glow of the television screen reflects off of Rob's glasses as he rises from his chair.
"My time has finally come."
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Several men and women in labcoats surround the Terror Mask as it lies on a table in a non-descript laboratory. They stare quizically, rubbing their chins and scratching their heads while they write frantically on clipboards.
One scientist breaks the silence. "Maybe try kissing it?"
Some scientists nod in approval. Just then the door to the laboratory bursts open. Standing in the doorway is the dark silhouette of a man posed heroically.
"I'm here to help you with your mask." the man decrees.
"Sorry!" a scientist exclaims, "Blew a breaker!". The lights come back on revealing the figure to be Rob Strangman.
All of the scientists gasp in awe and shock. "What do you know about the mask?" one scientist chimes, "Don't tell me you're some sort of ancient evil mask expert nerd!"
"I know THAT isn't going to help," Rob says as he points to a scientist leaning over the mask with his lips puckered up for a kiss. Rob approaches the mask and glares down at it. "I've dealt with this mask for almost forty years. I've researched and documented everything there is to know about this mask and more. If anyone knows how to use it it's me."
"That's preposterous!" a bearded scientist exclaims.
"Sir!" another scientist interrupts, "That's Rob Strangman! He's a world-renowned author and owner of the West Mansion webpage! I've been going to that site for over a decade!"
"I've been going for TWO decades!" another scientist smirks.
"Yeah?! Well I made fanart for him!!"
The bearded scientist dismisses the argumentative dweebs. "Look, we've tried anything and everything to figure out the mystery of this mask! How could you possibly know how to----"
Rob picks up the mask and slaps it on his face in one fluid motion.
"Oh, I guess you just put it on."
The mask glows with an eerie red aura and it begins to fuse to Rob's face. All of the scientists back away in horror as Rob's body writhes and twitches. The sounds of crunching bones and crackling muscle fills the laboratory. Rob's body grows and expands, his shirt ripping as bulging muscles rip through the fabric. Lab equipment starts to malfunction and explode all around as the frightened scientists scurry to find cover.
The smoke starts to slowly dissapate. Low murmering and coughing cut through the ominous silence. As the environment settles, the scientists look on in fascination as the man who was Rob Strangman that was standing before them is now several feet taller with a body cut from a mountain.
"Unbelievable!", a scientist exclaims. "The mask has made him into a living adonis!"
The entire laboratory gathers around Rob, conversing and fanboying over him.
"You should have no trouble at all defeating Dr. West now! Is there anything we can do for you?"
Rob glares back at the scientists. "You can do one thing for me." he says, his voice much deeper than before.
"Yes! What is it?"
"Get me some pants."
Rob points downward revealing that his clothes could not withstand the transformation the mask provided.
After some audible gasps and long stares, Rob settles into his new legwear which is some torn shorts.
"We tore the shorts intentionally because it looked cool. Good luck out there, Rob!"
Rob nods and waves goodbye to the scientists. On his way out he clips the sides of the exit door and takes out both sides of the frame.
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Dr. West watches his oversized monitor with glee as his monsters terrorize and inconvenience the world.
"Yes! Yes! Pillage! Destroy! Cut in line! Write negative reviews! Before long the entire planet will be plunged into irreversable chaos!"
At that moment, the feed cuts to a female news reporter.
"This just in, the United States Government has just issued a press release. Rob Strangman, famous author and website conisseur, has discovered the secret of the mysterious mask and is on his way to Dr. West's secret mansion, hidden deep within the woods about five miles from this news station. We wish Mr. Strangman the best of luck!"
Dr. West scoffs. "Rob Stangman?!"
The hanging corpse turns to West. "Strangman, sir."
"What does this Rob Stangman think he will accomplish? So he put on the mask? BIG DEAL! It's powers are far beyond his understanding! He thinks he's just going to barge in here and defeat me and my army of monsters?!"
The doors to Dr. West's chamber fly off of their hinges with a thunderous boom. Pieces of the adjoining brick wall fly off in chunks and hit nearby creatures. In the smoky doorway stands Rob covered in blood and clutching the remains of several of West's creations.
"Seems that way, sir."
"Ha!" Dr. West howls defiantly, "Welcome to my Mansion, Rob Stangman! You think just because you put on an ancient evil mask and now have the physique of a roided-up wrestler you can defeat me?!"
"That's the idea." Rob replies.
"Well, there is one thing you DIDN'T expect, Mr. Stangman! And that is--SURPRISE BOREWORMS!"
The ceiling to the room opens up and dozens of wriggling boreworms drop down onto Rob. They screech and gnaw on his body.
"Hahaha! Yessssss, Rob! Must be pretty painful, eh? Not to mention gross and uncomfortable!"
Rob stands motionless for a moment. Then one at a time he pulls off the boreworms, crushes them in his hands, then flings them aside. The remaining live ones scurry away in terror.
"Impressive! But I bet you never planned on....HAUNTED FURNITURE!!"
A few of the chairs in the room come to life and bounce towards Rob accompanied by flying knives and a painting of an eyeball. They all break and bend instantly when colliding with Rob's body.
Rob brushes off the pieces of broken wood and splinters. "Who keeps a painting of an eyeball?"
"I painted that myself, thank you!" Dr. West fumed. "Very well, you want to be smart? You want to be a BIG man?! Turns out I have the BIGGEST man there is! Come, Biggy Man!"
From the crowd of monsters behind Dr. West the sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the room. As the creatures shuffle away and cower, a massively tall and muscular monster with a bag covering his head and chainsaws for hands emerges. He stands a few feet in front of Rob, towering over him by a couple of feet.
"Hahahahaaaaaaa! You've met your match now, Stangman! Destroy him, Biggy Man!"
Biggy Man raises his chainsaw arms in front of him and takes a deep, gutteral breath.
"Brrbrrbrbrbrrrbrrbrruuuuummmmmmbrruuuuuuuuuummmmmm!!"
Rob tilts his head slightly. Biggy Man waves his arms around making chainsaw noises through his bag.
"Is... is he making chainsaw sounds with his mouth?" Rob asks.
"I hadn't quite figured out how to make the chainsaws work." West responds. "B-but it's still pretty terrifying! Come on! Chainsaw hands!!"
Biggy Man continues to flail his arms at Rob threateningly.
"BrummbrummbrummbrrbrrbrrBRUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMBRUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!"
Rob slowly raises his right arm, balls up his fist, and bonks Biggy Man right on his forehead.
"Buurrrr.....burrburrburr......buurrmmm....buuuurmmmm....."
Biggy Man stumbles for a few moments then collapses on the floor. The surrounding monsters stare on baffled.
"Uhhh...." Dr. West chokes out. "Ahem--no matter! Biggy Man isn't the only creation I have! Check this out! An EEEEEEEVIL CROSS!! oooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!"
From the crowd of abominations, an upside-down cross rises. Several severed heads materialize around it and emit ghostly groans. It hovers towards Rob as other heads appear around him and fly at him only to bounce off of his body and fall to the floor.
As the cross eerily floats towards Rob, he reaches out and grabs it. Slowly he turns it until it is right side up.
The severed heads look at one another. Then with a defeated "Bleeehhhhhh" they all fall to the ground. The cross emits a holy light then ascends, disappearing into the ceiling.
"Son of a----*cough cough* Not to worry!" West reassures himself. "Very impressive, Rob! I commend you for surviving this long against my creations! But all things must come to an end! Bring her in!"
A group of monsters make their way through the crowd carrying a couch where a young woman lays. They grunt and shuffle back and forth as they struggle to keep the couch held up. Dr. West taps his fingers on his hip impatiently, taking a second to look back at Rob and give a half-hearted smile. "It'll be just a moment."
The monsters drop the couch in front of Rob. They grumble and clutch their backs as they hobble off out of the way.
"Ahem, now your journey comes to an end! Be horrified and crushed as you witness Jennifer, the love of your life, the reason for your journey transform right before your eyes!"
The young woman, Jennifer, yawns, stretches, then rises off the couch. "Oh! My darling!"
Suddenly, Jennifer grunts and winces in pain. Her body begins pulsating and contorting in sickening ways. This transformation causes the lights in the chamber to flicker wildly and the onlooking creatures roar in anticipation. Finally, her body expands as lumps of skin peel off of her, falling in disgusting mounds onto the floor. Hey eyes bulge and her nails extend into jagged claws. She lets out a disturbing laugh as she stands before Rob.
"Mwahahaha! What will you do now, Stangman?! Feeling defeated? Can't harm the love of your life, JENNIFER??"
Rob pauses as he faces the cackling beast. Then he just raises his left hand and points to his ring finger. Wrapped around his finger, and since he is transformed, looking like a salami jammed through a lifesaver mint is a wedding ring. An inscription on the ring reads Rob X Karry.
The Jennifer beast stops laughing and the room goes uncomfortably quiet. Jennifer slowly reverts back to her human form. She looks back at Dr. West, shrugs, and walks away.
"Oh, COME ON!" Dr. West yells.
Dr. West facepalms hard. After a long grumble, he takes a deep breath. "It doesn't matter how many of my creatures you defeat! Deep in the bowels of this mansion lies the very womb where these monsters are born! Be shocked and revolted by the hideous MOTHER!"
There is an uncomfortable pause. Rob looks around the room for a few moments. "Alright. Where is it?"
"In the BASEMENT!"
Another pause. Dr. West sighs. "Come on. Follow me."
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Rob as well as Dr. West and his gaggle of ghouls are now in a fleshy corridor. The walls pulsate and ooze fluids and gore.
"Okay, we all here?" Dr. West asks. "Good. Be shocked and revolted by the hideous---"
"The hell is that?" Rob interrupts as he points at a large, bulbous mass against the wall.
"Well if you let me FINISH! This is Mother! The source of all the ghastly horrors you've experience this far! BEHOLD!"
The fleshy, disgusting blob pulses and squirms. A white substance begins to emerge from one of it's crevasses and expands. Once it's formed into a gooey bubble, it seperates from Mother and floats around before landing on the floor. A small, sticky creature emerges.
"What is that?"
"A newborn creature!"
"What's it do?"
The white creature suddenly leaps up and attaches itself to Rob's face. Dr. West and his entourage laugh triumphantly.
Rob reaches up and touches the creature but retracts his hand to see a sticky, gooey substance on his hand. "This better not be what I think it is."
"Yeeeeessss! And they will keep spawning endlessly! Get him my children!"
More spawn emerge from Mother and attach themselves to Rob.
"Well, Mr. Stangman, scared and disguted enough to give up?!"
Rob, covered in uncomfortably sticky creatures, clenches his fists and approaches Mother. He rears back his right arm the drives it directly into the fleshy mass. There is a loud groan that echoes throughout the mansion and once he pulls his arm out, there is an inhuman howl of agony. Mother explodes, covering the surrounding area in it's remains and fluids.
Dr. West's jaw drops. "You won't get away with this! I will rebuild! Go, my minions! Kill him!"
A zombie shambles up to Dr. West and taps him on the shoulder.
"Uhh, sir? Mother was apparently embedded into a gas line."
"So?"
"Well, Master Dead got bored waiting for his turn to fight Rob and went on a smoke break with the Mirror Robs. Long story short, the mansion's on fire."
"Seriously?!" Dr. West yelled as he looks over to Master Dead who has a lit cigarette in his mouth. Standing next to him is two duplicates of Rob who also have cigarette's sticking out of their mask holes. Master Dead shrugs his shoulders.
The ceiling begins to creak and crack open, pouring smoke into the underground flesh basement. Flaming debris starts to fall around, crushing fleeing monsters underneath it.
"You haven't seen the last of me, Rob Stangman! These things usually have sequels so I'll be back!"
Dr. West turns and flees as fiery debris falls all around Rob, trapping him.
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The burning mansion comes crashing to the ground. Burning monsters run about trying to put their flaming bodies out on anything they can find as fiery logs roll in all directions. Dr. West stands out in an open field watching his mansion crumble.
"Who would have thought that some random writer could be an ancient evil mask expert nerd? The mask made him more powerful than I anticipated. Perhaps his knowledge of the mask gave him more power? It doesn't matter. In the end I am still victorious! Haaaaahahahahahaha!!"
At that moment, the ground begins to rumble and shift. As Dr. West struggles to keep his footing, the dirt nearby starts to swell upwards. Emerging from the dirt is a large, decaying head roaring it's way to the surface. Two rotting arms emerge from the ground that reach up to the tops of the nearby trees.
"Stop! Stop! Turns out I don't need you."
The giant head stops roaring and looks at Dr. West confused.
"Rob is no more! But I appreciate the effort!"
The head slumps and groans in disappointment.
"Awww, don't be that way!" Dr. West says as he pats the head. "You can help me rebuild. This world will still be mine!"
Suddenly, the head jerks downward. Little by little, the head is pulled back down into the ground. It starts to flail and howl in terror as Dr. West panics. "What's the matter?! What's going on??"
A hand reaches up from the dirt and grasps the top of the creatures head. Rob emerges from the ground covered in dirt and scorch marks. The monster flings his arms wildly trying to get a hold of Rob, but Rob continues to push it's head down further until it's up to its eyes.
"Impossible!!" Dr. West exclaims.
Rob pulls himself completely out of the earth. He stomps on the head a few times, then grabs a nearby cross that happened to be placed in the dirt. Rob beats down on the head mercilessly with the cross then with one mighty stomp he forces the head back into the ground.
The arms of the monster twitch and flail until finally collapsing to the floor. Rob drops the cross and turns to face Dr. West.
"Damn you!" Dr. West curses. "Damn you to hell, Rob Stangma---"
Rob's mighty hand wraps around Dr. West's neck.
"It's STRANGMAN. ROB STRANGMAN. As in....."
Rob pulls the choking Dr. West closer to his face. West's eyes widen in terror as a red glow emits from the masks eyes.
"STRANGLE."
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A news broadcast goes live all over the world. A female newscaster appears on screen on location at the remains of West Mansion.
"We're here live at the smoldering ruins of Dr. West's mansion. What was once a stronghold of terror is now a smoking heap. Armed forces around the world are currently working to clean up the remaining monsters and it's all thanks to Rob Strangman. Without him our civilization would be crumbling in chaos and inconvenience. Thank you, Rob. On behalf of the entire world, thank you for everything."
The newscast continues. At their home watching the broadcast, Rob's wife Karry smiles. "You saved the world, sweetie, and I'm very proud of you. But I have one question."
"What?"
"Are you going to take that mask off anytime soon? I'd like to go to bed sometime."
Rob lies in bed, taking up the entire mattress in his still massive, masked-up form. He pulls the covers up which barely cover half of his body.
"But there may be more monsters! Possibly another scientist who worked with Dr. West and wants to mimic his work in another mansion not too far from the old one!"
Karry crossed her arms and frowned.
"It could happen!"
THE END
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