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Fan Fiction
Splatterhouse 4, a New Nightmare and a
Return to the Old
By Victor Schreck
(this story is my idea of a good plot for
Splatterhouse 4 if they ever create such a game)
This story is free to the public, but if anyone uses
it give me credit, or at the very least if you're the
person using you it don't claim that you wrote it.
September 13, 2002
Hello Journal. I feel the need to
communicate with you again old friend. You and I both
know you’re more a symbol of my sanity and a log of
important happenings than a normal Journal, and we know
that I only write in you if something has happened. And I
feel something rather strange today Journal…
It’s been almost 10 years since the
last major occurrence Journal. The things I’ve been
through, the things I’ve seen… Let me tell you
something Journal. Your life is never the same after you’ve
felt a living, bleeding, rotting corpse; especially if
the way you felt it was by pounding it to shit and
getting your hands good and dirty with it’s gore.
And then when you come to the realization that you no one
else has ever done that and you may never do it again,
your sanity snaps and you become a man desperately
seeking peace and talking to a Journal as if you were
writing a story and wanted an appreciative reader. And
then it gets even worse when your mind is convinced that
it just isn’t over, and may never be…
There’s usually occurrences that
happen to foreshadow another coming of the terror. Bad
dreams, strange desires, all caused by the Mask. That
wretched, horrid, Mask. Granted, if it wasn’t for
the Mask I never would’ve been able to destroy the
threat, but the Mask is also what got me into that mess
in the first place. Alright, technically it was my own
fault. Jennifer and I never realized the harm in
exploring an old house in hopes of finding out something
about a famed parapsychologist, and now look where it’s
left us. We’re both delusional and we both know we
are, but it’s strange thinking the other is. I know
my sanity is wrecked forever after fighting zombies, and
I know that me wanting to tell the stories and record the
happenings is just a meager attempt at calming my mind,
yet I can’t imagine her being insane. Yet I know--I
see her walking around the house, like a child in a doll
house, so innocent and naïve, pretending she’s in a
perfectly normal place; but she’s been places even I
probably couldn’t explain, and I can see her
constantly shaking as she attempts to hold the face of
sanity. Strangely David seems calm enough. But I often
find him just sitting off and staring with a very stern
look on his face. I often wonder if he isn’t as bad
off as me and Jennifer.
But why should the three of us be so
shaken up all the time? Why can’t we live normal
lives, we’ve experienced almost ten years of calm!
And I know why. Like I said earlier, my mind refuses to
believe it is over, even if I haven’t been
experiencing the general warning signs. Tonight I feel
especially awkward. I haven’t experienced the signs,
but a gut feeling tells me something is going to happen
tonight. Tonight we may see a reappearance of the Mask.
Tonight we may be running from our lives as I grab a
cleaver and attempt to slay our tormentors. Tonight may
be what makes or breaks our mental stability…
Tonight we sit here in our fabulous
mansion in Connecticut. Tonight we sit on the second
story lookout, my son and I. We sit in this place I
bought long ago to escape the hassle of Wall Street, but
was that the actual reason I bought it? After the second
visit to the Splatterhouse, Jennifer and I didn’t
even seem shaken by it, we were glad to be gone and I
became a businessman. Supposedly the life of a
businessman was stressful and I got a mansion in rural
Connecticut to wind down. But I knew when I bought the
mansion, I could feel the denial. I bought it for a
showdown, a new Splatterhouse. I wasn’t escaping the
stress of Wall Street, I was getting Wall Street far away
from what was about to occur; I was keeping the country
safe, because I had begun to feel the happenings and
warning signs again. I could look at Jennifer and see she
felt them too. We both looked at our sun and felt sorry
for his innocence. We weren’t quite sure how to keep
him safe, which was our primary concern. And then it
happened, and unfortunately David was right there in the
middle of it. Stopping the Evil One and protecting David
were actually the same task it turned out. And then the
Mask betrayed me, just as he had done in the first
horrible trek. But then it was over, and since then we
fell into denial again. But when I know that something’s
going to happen again, it seems as if we were never in
denial, rather, that we had been awaiting this moment all
along. And now my son and I look out over the night
horizon, waiting for something to happen…
(this next point in the story is Rick’s
thought and dialogue, not him writing in the Journal)
Suddenly, it begins. A flash briefly
fills the sky and the moon is eclipsed in that flash.
When the light dissipates and we take our hands from over
our eyes, we see the abomination. The Terror Mask has
arrived.
“Hello Rick!” cackles the
Mask, “Long time no see!”
“Yes,” said I, “this
reunion’s been a long time coming. I’m not
exactly happy to see this, but I am eager to finish this.”
“Oh Rick, you pretentious old fool!
Do you really think I am here for you again?! If I were
here for you, wouldn’t you have felt the signs
again? Perhaps you should ask your son, the wonder boy,
what dreams he has been having lately? Perhaps you should
ask him why he always stares off in such deep concern?
That’s right Rick, I am here for the boy. He has
psychic powers as you know, and he has youth, while you
are getting old and feeble. Oh yes, I know, you are only
in your late thirties, but why compromise when I could
get a new body with psychic powers to boot?! My
supernatural powers combined with his psychic powers will
create a super being, Rick, and my desire will finally be
accomplished…”
With that the Mask glided in, expecting
to just easily take my son. I wouldn’t let it happen.
I wouldn’t let him take my son, and I wouldn’t
let him achieve world domination…or world
destruction…or universal destruction? The Mask’s
full desires I may never know, but I knew I wouldn’t
let him have it. He was being far too overzealous,
expecting to just fly in and take my son. It was quite
easy for me to rush in the way and let him take me
instead.
“RICK YOU FOOL!” bellowed the
Mask, “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”
“Good luck Mask, but for now how
about we just make the best of this. I guess if you’re
here a swarm of zombies is on it’s way too, and with
your help I shall destroy them, as usual, and then I’m
gonna take you down into the basement, get a chainsaw or
something and get rid of you once and for all.”
“That sounds all well and good on
paper Rick, but I guess I’m going to have to day
‘good luck’ to you too Rick. For you see, even
if you managed to defeat a horde of zombies with me
again, how would you expect to remove me in order to
destroy me? I always take myself off voluntarily, or I do
it to inhabit another being and attempt to destroy you.
You cannot remove me. If I let myself go, how do you
expect to keep me down and destroy me? I’d just use
the same transmission powers I used to get here to leave.
EVEN IF you destroyed my physical persona, I am a Force
Rick. You will never destroy what I am. Oh, and one last
thing… I am now going to transmit me and you to the
site of the old Splatterhouse and leave your son here to
guard your house from zombies all by himself. Mwuu huu
huu huu haa haa haa!”
And before I could react a whirlwind
surrounded us and I found myself standing inside a
dungeon in old West Mansion. Splatterhouse had been
rebuilt, or rebuilt itself. I remember these dank halls
too well. The rotting flesh on the walls, the stench of
death lingering all around, the constant knowledge that
something grotesque and dangerous is around every corner.
This is the essence of Splatterhouse in its purest form.
I have to get out somehow, I have to get home. I have to
save Jennifer and David.
(this final point is David’s thoughts before
the game begin)
The Mask seeks to destroy my family, and
the world. It seeks to take me and make me its slave, its
tool for achieving such destruction. It thinks we’re
all just pawns who need it, but obviously it needs us,
otherwise it would just destroy the world on its own. It
thinks if Rick isn’t here the zombies will destroy
my mother and our house, and take me back to the Mask
where he may have me. But if he wants my psychic powers,
they obviously must be good for offense…and perhaps
defense as well? Yes, I think I may be able to use my
powers to defend my home until Father returns, then we
will destroy the Mask together.
(from this point the game begins as a dual game.
You play as Rick attempting to get home and David
defending the house until Rick can get home, then you
fight the final battle…an interesting idea would be
to have the gorefest of the usual Splatterhouse, but also
to have some mystery/puzzle “how to get out”
elements such as in the first Alone in the Dark game…anyways,
this is my idea, hope you liked it)
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