The opening theme played: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMXjtv…
After what he doubted he could ever be able to pull off, Robbie Rotten had managed to push up the entire wheelbarrow of nickel ore up the hill to the back of the mine, “Phew, I did it! I can’t believe me, but my first day of work has been a success!”
“You said it, Robbie,”said the happy little Moleman, “want head to the Drunken Pumpkin to celebrate? Me and my mates are there every night.”
“Ah gee thanks, Atticus,” Robbie said catching his breath. “I know I just got back but,”
“Shush, Robbie,” said Atticus, “we know you had a rough patch before but now you’re back and soon you’ll be able to push a hundred carts!”
Robbie blushed and the two met up with the other molemen and went to the Drunken Pumpkin. However, when they got there they found the bar was, “Closed?” Robbie asked with disappointment, “what rotten luck!”
“Hmm,” Atticus put his little mole finger to his little mole chin, “since the bar’s closed for the evening we could head back to my place and drink some...er, you cool Robbie?”
“Yeah, I’m cool,” Robbie said eager to please, “way cool.”
“Cool enough to drink some refreshing cans of Menstrualola?” Atticus asked.
Robbie’s eyes lit up and he began to shake with anticipation. This was his chance to prove himself to be truly hardcore. “You bet I’m cool enough, Atticus! You know what’s cooler than being cool?”
“ICE COLD!” the molemen shouted in unison.
Around the corner in the Molemen Ghetto Alley, Robbie situated himself inside a warmer Mole Hut with the other molemen reading up their gaming council for a night of fun. Atticus returned with a red cardboard box, “Whoooose thirsty?”
“Awwww yeeeeah,” said one of the molemen.
“Wait!” said another. “Robbie goes first.”
The molemen began pumping their fists and chanting “FIRST BLOOD! FIRST BLOOD! FIRST BLOOD!”
“Haha, c’mon guys,” Robbie scratched the back of his head, “why do I go first?”
Atticus cracked open a twenty-two ounce can. A puff of carbon dioxide wisped out of the tab and swirled around his fingers. The can glistened with condensation. “It’s all yours, my friend.”
“Thanks, Atticus,” Robbie said.
Slowly, Robbie wrapped his long, thin, fingers around the can. He brought it to his nose and inhaled slowly. A cool scent like that of raspberries and iron tickled his nostrils. This made him salivate.
“Hurry, before it gets flat!”
Robbie took a deep breath and raised the can to his lips. He took a gentle sip and a bitter, cool stream washed over his tongue. It was like two nickels dancing on his tongue. He resisted at first, but then there was another flavor. It was a rich flavor, comparable to tomatoes. The interplay of strong and bitter flavors was pierced by a sweet taste like cherries.
Robbie’s breathing became more ragged and intense as he tilted his head back and began to chug heavily. When the last drop had fallen, Robbie dropped the can and panted. The molemen spectated with jaws dropped and leaned forward in silent anticipation.
“I…” Robbie said. “I… Must… Have… MORE!”
The molemen raised their fists and cheered. Atticus hit the stereo and this song played: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVpg2I…
Two molemen hauled out large wooden crates of forty ounce Menstrualola. Atticus attached a plastic funnel to a short tube and Robbie stuck it in his mouth. The molemen unpacked several bottles of Menstrualola and began pouring it down the beer bong. Like an angry bull he began to hyperventilate through his nose as he swallowed every last drop. Atticus dropped the beer bong and Robbie fell on his back, dazed and lethargic.
Robbie lingered on the edge of sleep for the next hour, never fully passing out. Suddenly he sharted and felt an itching sensation his scalp. He raised his hands to scratch it, but then saw that his fingernails were now long, dark and pointed. He scrambled to the mirror and saw this skin was grey and ashy, the whites of his eyes yellow, and his hair dry and stringy. “Wh-What’s happening to me?”
“Oh shit dawg! You just need some more Menstrualola!” Atticus said.
“Y-Yes… My god, I need it!”
Atticus handed Robbie a six-pack of Menstrualola. Robbie bit into each can and sucked out the rich nectar within.
“You feelin’ better, bro?”
“A little bit, but- I still need more!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but that’s all we have!”
“That’s not true! That’s impossible!”
“Listen, sometimes we all crash. You just need to sleep it off!”
‘I don’t know if I can!”
“Just trust me, Robbie!”
The next morning, Robbie, enduring a wild heachache, returned to work at the mine. His limbs shook and his vision was blurry. He had nowhere near the strength needed to push the wheelbarrow as he did yesterday, but still he pressed on. Deep in the mine, he smelled a familiar scent. His fingernails began to grow again, so he panicked and followed the scent.
Robbie found a locked door with a small glass window on it. He peered through and saw laboratory equipment and a small refrigerator filled with various flavors of Menstrualola. Robbie grabbed a stone and broke the window open so he could unlock the door from the other side. The fridge was also locked, so he busted it open and began stuffing the cans and bottles into his knapsack.
There it was again. Bitter like coins. Rich like tomatoes. Sweet like cherries. Robbie felt uplifted by Menstrualola. He never wanted to come down. Nervously, he carried back the his prize and returned to work. He felt even stronger than he did the day before. He was easily making up for his morning slack. The final push for the evening came and once more, Robbie was beginning to feel it wear off.
To retain his strength, he had no choice but to down another can. However, his sack burst open and the contents spilled out in front of the mine’s administrator, Shekel Iceberg.
“You! You’re the one who stole our product!”
“Why is there even a lab full of Menstrualola here in the first place?”
“Never mind that! I don’t pay you to think! You’re fired!”
Robbie sharted and began to cry, but not before scooping up all the Menstrualola back into his bag and running away. He returned home to his hovel where he drowned his sorrows in more Menstrualola and applied for welfare the next day. Ninety percent of every check was spent on Menstrualola. As long as he drank it, he was never hungry or thirsty and he felt like a stallion. However, as time passed, he needed to consume more and more to get the feeling that just one would have given him when he started.
One morning a young woman with rounded glasses, red hair, and a school uniform walked past Robbie’s house. He leered out his window and then hid back inside when she turned to go to his doorstep. She rang the doorbell, and Robbie opened the door just enough for his eye to peer through. Robbie could smell a familiar scent emanating from her.
“Mr. Rotten? You haven’t left your house in almost two weeks! Are you okay in there?”
Robbie could barely speak. His mouth was dry and parched despite the fact that he had just chugged another can of Menstrualola.
“I- I’m fine. I don’t need anything.”
“But Mr. Rotten-”
“I SAID I’M FINE!” Robbie shouted as he slammed the door. The knob broke on his side from hidden strength. He fell to the floor and cried like Markiplier.
The young woman with rounded glasses, red hair, and a school uniform continued to walk down the street when she bumped into Sportacus.
“You look pretty down. What’s wrong young woman with rounded glasses, red hair, and a school uniform?” Asked Sportacus.
“It-” She said as tears welled up in her eyes and her voice began to break. “It’s Mr. Rotten! He won’t come outside anymore! He doesn’t talk to us!”
“Oh no. I know what this is!” said Sportacus.
The following afternoon, Sportacus, Stingy, Swedish Black Metal Legend Varg Vikernes, Farley Sweet, Stephanie, and Alberto Barbosa showed up on Robbie’s doorstep.
“D’oh shit!” Robbie said, wiping the blood from his sore lips.
Sportacus did triple sideswipe 360 backflip with appropriate rock sound effects to each flip and pinned Robbie to the ground.
“Bwagh! Leahg, let me go! Yarg asshooole!” Robbie cried.
“Robbie! This is an intervention! I’ve heard all about your addiction to Mentrualola!”
Varg stepped forward and stared into Robbie’s eyes. “Stop drinking menstrual blood.” he said, followed by an awkward silence.
“That’s it?” Asked Sportacus.
“Yes.” Varg said petulantly.
“WHY ARE THE OTHERS HERE!?” Robbie asked like a hot Anakin Skywalker.
“I was paid to be here.” Stingy said.
“I’m legally required to be here.” Farley said, checking his broken phone for the time of which it broke.
“I’m here cause he’s here and I got nothing better to do.” Alberto said as he pointed at Farley.
Stephanie was the most genuinely upset looking in the group, “Robbie, we’re ALL here because there’s something wrong with what you’re-”
“NO! THere’s nothing wrong with me! Give me that nectar! I can’t live without it!” Robbie shouted as he flailed his limbs. In this state his enhanced strength required the entire crew to hold him down and tie him to a chair.
Once again Varg glared at Robbie and said “Stop drinking menstrual blood.”
“God dammit Varg!” Sportacus said. ” Aren’t you ever going to say anything else!”
“Stop berating me.” Varg said.
Sportacus and Varg immediately broke into a heated argument while Stingy and Farley played rock paper scissors. Farley lost so he punched Stingy in the face which launched his puppet like body across the room. Stephanie cried like PewDiePie.
Robbie’s eyes were fixed on Alberto, who withdrew a cold, fresh can of Menstrualola from his spacesuit.
“Is… Is that Menstrualola?” Robbie said, licking his dry lips and trying to quell his rapid eye blinking.
“Hmm? What, this?” Alberto said. “Yeeeaaah, I wanted Dr. Pepper but I pressed the wrong button on the vending machine. This shit’s nasty, but I don’t wanna waste it.”
Robbie began salivating intensely. “I- I love Menstrualola!”
“Well you can have it if you want it!” Alberto said as he opened the can and handed it Robbie. “Oh wait, yo hands are tied. Open wide, white boy. Imma feed you like a little baby bird.”
Sportacus continued yelling at Varg while Farley picked his nose. Stingy was still reeling from the punch and Stephanie was still crying.
“Whatever, just give it to me!”
Robbie tilted his head back and Alberto poured the creamy Menstrualola down his throat.
“Mmmmm, you suck dat down, white boi.”
Ordinarily, Robbie would be annoyed by this, but he was too enamored by the unnatural pleasure of Menstrualola.
He knew this would not settle his craving. One can would never sate his thirst now. His fingernails continued to grow once again into long, sharp claws. The whites of his eyes turned a pale yellow. His skin was ashen and grey. His hair was dry and stringy, and now his teeth fell out, replaced by sharper rodent-like teeth.
“I NEEEEEED MOOOOOOOORE!” Robbie wailed.
Robbie stood breaking free and tore off his vest so that his burning chest could better breathe. Where his ribs met was now a caving in canyon of flesh. His right torso, ever so slightly, protruded out further than the left half. Yet still the body was bulky and meatier than one what have expected of the rotten fellow.
“Uh,” Farley uh’d.
“D’oh shit!” Sportacus said. Thinking quickly, he raised a six pack of “sports candy”. “Look what I got!”
Robbie hissed and growled like a crocodile, then jumped out the window. For a moment they could see Robbie leaping from parked car hood to car hood like they were stepping stones for his escape.
Everyone looked at Alberto. “I dindu nuffin.” he said smugly.
In his mindless rage Robbie bolted down the street, cracking cement with each step, knocking over and breaking the bones of the useless cuntless men, until he sniffed out his prey.
“STRAIGHT FROM THE TAP!”
A young woman with rounded glasses, red hair, and a school uniform dropped her books at the sudden sight of the rabid charging Robbie, “Wha, what do you-”
Before she could finish the now foaming Robbie had already leapt for her. Paneling away from his eager sustenance ritual both of their shadows were clear and large on the nearby building wall for all to see from the end of the street.
With one grunt the girl echoed out the end of her life has Robbie’s great, menacing shadow bent the girl’s shadow back the wrong way--snapping her spine. Robbie’s shadow then lifted up his prey above his head and crushed her torso to generate a gushing fall of what he had sniffed out--her raw and active menstrual cycle.
Robbie’s shadow tossed its prey aside and as he continued off into the shadows letting the terrified bystanders see the beige, dry, and shriveled up corpse of the girl lying on the ground--bloodless.
“We have to do something--I guess,” Farley said, further self inserting himself.
Sportacus nodded, “I’ll try to cut him off!” He declared before running down a nearby alleyway.
“Wait,” Alberto stepped forward, “don’t go down that alley!”
Shortly after Sportacus turned the corner out of sight, a gunshot could be heard.
“Shiiieeet,” Alberto said cleverly.
For a moment the dark clouds above blew by shining a temporary light of hope on the town.
Igor Bogdanoff walked up behind the group. Everyone stood mesmerized by the sight of his godlike appearance, with a chin that harkened to the visage of Akhenaten. His eyes fixed with determination, Igor raised a phone to his ear and said, “I know someone who can help.”
Back in the molemen ghetto within the Fright Side alleyways, Atticus heard high pitched shrieking coming from around the corner. Hesitantly, he peeked around to see one of his twelve sisters pinned against a wall with a long tentacle-like tongue in her cunt, pulsating as it drained her of menstrual blood.
Her body shriveled like a prune and shattered into dust as it fell to the ground. Atticus pissed as her attacker turned to face him. “Atticus… I’m so glad to see you.” Robbie said.
“R-Robbie!” Atticus stammered. “Oh my god!”
“Atticus, you gotta hook me up.” Robbie, much taller, wobbled to and fro towards Atticus.
“Robbie, what the FUCK?” Atticus cried.
Robbie moved into the light and Atticus saw his new face. His lips were now much wider and thinner, most of his hair had fallen out, his skin was a dark grey, and his nose and ears had shrunken.
“Come on, Atticus…” Robbie said with a scratchy throat. “Aren’t you cooooooool?”
Atticus sharted and turned to run, but Robbie knocked him into a wall with a backhand.
“W-We’re all out! It’s all at the mine!” Atticus said.
“Really?” Robbie said in an accusing tone. “And why might it be at the mine?”
“That’s where it’s made! What do you think the nickel we mine is for!?” Atticus said as he began to cry from both the pain of his injuries and his shame. “We mined the nickel for flavor, and it’s right next to the plant!”
“Thanks, Atticus…” Robbie said as he licked Atticus with his heavy, muscular proboscis. “You’re a true friend.” Robbie left Atticus crying like Jacksepticeye.
Stephanie found Atticus lying on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing up blood. “You’re the guy who worked with Robbie!” she said. “What happened here?”
“He- GHack-” Atticus said as he coughed up more blood. “He ran to the mine… It’s where we make it…”
“Is that how he got hooked?” Stephanie said. “Did you and your friends get him addicted?”
“It was just one can!” Atticus groaned in pain.
“This is your fault!” Stephanie said. She ran off for the mine and Atticus began to choke on his own blood, suffocating and dying painfully.
On the gravel road up the hill, Stephanie found signs of Robbie’s rampage. Male corpses were strewn about like broken toys and some dust-covered skeletons- presumably female- were lying about in erotic poses.
At the entrance to the mine, the entire ground was red with still wet blood. A moleman torso was impaled to the supervisor’s office, his entrails dangling from his severed hips. From a blood splashed radio this played faintly off in the background: youtu.be/GDpmVUEjagg?t=8s
Stephanie opened the door inside and found a the body of a very fat Jewish man with a gaping, pulpy hole where his ass would be. The hole was stuffed with dollar bills and coins.
Robbie had torn the elevator shaft to shreds, so Stephanie had to use a ladder to climb down into the mine. One fluorescent lantern was still functional, though Stephanie had to wipe blood and shit off of it. As she expected more molemen parts were laying all around the mine, but not one was attached to a wholly intact corpse.
Stephanie heard a deep roar bellow out from the caves. “Come to save me, Stephanie?” Robbie’s voice echoed. A moleman head went flying down the shaft and over Stephanie’s shoulders. A faint scuffling was heard moving through the tunnels. The echoes made its origin impossible to trace.
A shadow appeared out of the corner of Stephanie’s eyes and vanished just as quickly as it appeared. Suddenly Stephanie felt something stiff rubbing against her ass. She could not even scream as the lantern was swiped out of her hand and shattered on the ground. Long muscular arms whipped her body around and pressed her against the walls of the cave.
Robbie wrapped his elongated hands around Stephanie's wrists and squeezed until he heard them snap. The blood that leaked from them only fueled his tenacity to drink in what his nose knew what was coming. At the worst possible time Stephanie felt her second lips pool our her monthly flow.
Robbie exhaled his foul breath out towards Stephanie's ear, “Suuuch, Rotten timing,” he could barely contain a wicked cackle from the anticipation of the deed he was about to commit.
“Robbie,” Stephanie was nearing petrification from the sheer aura of horror coming from Robbie, “please--please don’t…” her legs became weak and shook beyond her control.
“Oh,” Robbie gently leaned in his lanky body into Stephanie’s, “I’m sorry, Stephanie, but I...I simply cannot cah, caghh…”
Without warning Robbie violently plunged Stephanie’s body into the ground and spread his legs out far with his rear in the air like a hungry spider. He guided his sharpened hands from Stephanie’s ruined wrists to her shoulders and neck, keeping his knife-like thumbs pinched outside her mouth.
Stephanie cried, “RAHHH! RABAHH DON’T!”
Robbie could only groan with the displeasure of abandoning his humanity. But if that meant he would be able to suck on the wonders of Stephanie’s redtide then he accepted his actions. Crouching backwards and tightening his grip, Robbie lowered his mouth to Stephanie’s tense vagina. His chin first touching her nether regions he flattened out his face and bit off her pants with such perfect precision he did not harm Stephanie’s now exposed pooling slit.
Robbie’s drool mixed with Stephanie’s vaginal blood for only a moment. The changed man then plummeted his grey face into her defenseless cooch and shot his lizard’s tongue as deep inside. His tongue navigated directly to the source of the blood and locked on in order to milk Stephanie like a Menstrual cow.
The cries Stephanie let out haunted Robbie even his post-human form yet they only encouraged him. Suck Robbie. Suck harder! Robbie demanded of himself to suck her cunt dry. Making a mess with his fervorous slurping the menstrual blood not only scattered across his face and the ground around them but it also trickled down Stephanie’s thighs adding the gruesome sensation the girl could never hope of forgetting.
Robbie lifted his head off of Stephanie’s cunt and slathered over her hips. “You don’t know how long I’ve craved your taste, Stephanie…” Robbie growled. “I’d love to savor it as long as I can, but I’m afraid I’m just too THIRSTY!” Robbie’s tongue lashed about when suddenly a flying batarang cut it in half.
Robbie howled in pain and Batman, aka Terry McGinnis, appeared and said “If you liked that, you’ll love the new and improved flavor.” Batman armed an explosive Batarang and threw it Robbie’s way. The batarang blew up a portion of the cave, cutting off Robbie’s exit.
Robbie grabbed a chunk of moleman meat and attached to the stump of his tongue. The flesh twisted and convulsed, reshaping itself into a new tongue. “You don’t know what it’s like to be this thirsty, Batman!” Robbie shouted ruefully.
Robbie turned to face Batman but saw he was gone. “Every time I drink more,” Robbie looked around for his target, “IT ONLY MAKES ME THIRST--” Robbie’s vision flashed to a sight of white for an instance when Batman swung around from the shadows and delivered a kick to Robbie’s temple. This played in the background: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAmB7B…
Batman attempted to strike another kick onto the off guard Robbie but it was blocked by Robbie’s hardened, lumpy arm. Robbie stood while flicking Batman off of his arm and delivered a punch to Batman’s face. Robbie swung again and again landing more strikes onto Batman until Batman pulled out a shock mine and attached it to Robbie’s incoming arm. Although Robbie was again able to punch Batman the mine locked onto him and sent him back in a shock.
Again moving in for his own chance to do damage, Batman delivered several quick hits to Robbie’s swollen abs. His changed flesh softened the damage so Robbie was able to grab Batman’s shoulders and headbutt him. Batman was indeed sent back but Robbie underestimated the armor of the mask and tripped over his own feet.
Robbie stumbled in the darkness until he saw a familiar fluorescent light from a door with a broken window. “NECTAR!” Robbie shouted. To his delight, the refrigerator was restocked with Menstrualola. In the light, Batman could see Robbie’s full form. His body was now completely hairless and his nose had withered down to the bone, as had his ears. His skin was a dark stone grey and his lizard like lips encircled his entire jaw. Most apparent of all were his apelike arms that reached past his knees. His chin kept its absurd length yet had no doubt sharpened with this new form.
Robbie ripped the door of the mini fridge open with his scythe shaped claws and dumped the contents down his throat, swallowing the cans whole. Batman threw another explosive batarang into the mix, and it was swallowed along with the cans. Robbie’s stomach gurgled and briefly expanded when the batarang exploded, causing him to vomit shards of aluminum at Batman.
One of the shards pierced Batman’s shoulder and forced him to take cover around a concrete corner. Batman ripped out the shrapnel from his shoulder and prepared to throw another batarang. When he stepped out into the opening he saw Robbie’s legs entering up through an air vent in the ceiling.
Cautiously Batman stepped out of the laboratory and into the main production facility, where menstrual blood was collected into a large vat to be processed and canned. Robbie could be heard clunking around in the vents, but rather than dropping directly down on him as he expected, Robbie made his way to the far end of the room and dropped down in front of an electrical panel.
Senselessly, Robbie slashed the panel, causing the machinery to power down and the lights to flicker. Batman would not be fooled by this trick so he activated his night vision. He could see perfectly in the dark, but now he was blinded when the lights flickered on. Batman switched off his night vision and instead listened closely for the sounds of footsteps.
Just when he thought he had pinned Robbie’s signature down, a similar sound came from a different direction. Batman was now twitching at every sound, for he could be struck at any moment by the deadly claws of Robbie Rotten.
In the brief moments of light, a purple blur could be seen, as well as an unfamiliar pink blur. He wasn’t aware that this monster had backup. Terry felt a mighty shove from behind and went flying across the room. Before he could try to open up his wings or fire his rocket boots, something caught him and set his down easy on the rafters.
Batman pulled the emergency power switch and dim lights came on while the last of the original lights popped and blew out. Now he could fully see Robbie’s hideous form leaping about. Robbie could now see Terry fully as well and lunged at him, swiping the rafters with claws and swinging about them like an ape.
Terry tried to fire his rocket boots and fly to another end of the room, but Robbie tore his wings with one swipe and Terry fell to the ground. Terry thought he would splatter but then he was caught once again by the mysterious force from earlier, which was none other than Stephanie.
Stephanie’s skin was now white as paper and her fingernails had grown into claws. Her eyes were yellow with slitted pupils and her messy bangs covered her eyes. Without so much as a word, Stephanie glared at Robbie and lunged at him with great speed, tearing into his legs.
The two tumbled down onto the floor below and Batman used his grappling hook to safely rappel down. Robbie was lying in a broken heap on the ground as Stephanie stood on his throat, ready to crush the bones beneath her.
“Wait!” Batman said, trying to catch up. “Look!”
Robbie’s claws were slowly beginning to shrink and his skin lightened.
“It doesn’t have to end like this.” Batman said. “You lived a life before this stuff. You can live after it.”
Robbie could see and feel his power slipping, though in this state he still stood a very good chance. “I feel so…” Robbie said, “ROTTEN!” and then jizzed in Batman’s eyes, blinding him.
Without the element of surprise on her side, Robbie tossed Stephanie off of him and jumped for the vat of Menstrualola. Batman activated the anti-jizz shield within his suit and burned the jizz off of his mask. “Robbie, no!” Batman said, but it was too late, and Robbie dived into the vat.
There was a brief moment of silence before a loud thump came from within the vat and Robbie busted it open. The inside was completely dry, every last drop of menstrual blood within absorbed by Robbie. Now he stood twelve feet tall, and with no skin leaving his dark grey muscles and sinew exposed. His body was slick and with a black sheen as though he had tar for blood, his eyes were tiny red dots within cavernous pits on a skull-like face, and where his hands would be, a muscular tentacle extended from each wrist.
From a side corridor a surviving moleman peeked out to see what Robbie had become. The moleman nearly suffered a heart attack when Robbie let out an airy whisper that echoed in all the ears of everyone in the room, “I am...the beast.” The moleman fled and Terry retook a fighting stance despite his own fear.
Robbie admired his powerful new form and crushed a nearby pillar to test his strength. Pleased with what he saw, he dashed forward at blinding, inhuman speeds, leaving a gust of wind in his wake and rammed Stephanie with the force of a truck. The impact left a crater in the cave wall.
“Good show, Batman…” Robbie said, “But it wasn’t good enough.” He extended a tentacle and hardened it, thrusting it at Batman like a lance. The rigid tentacle penetrated the same wound Robbie had inflicted earlier when he spewed shrapnel at Batman.
“Does it hurt?” Robbie hissed. “It’s not even a fraction of the pain I feel when I can’t get my... neeeeectar.”
Robbie slowly drove his tentacle in further to illustrate his point. “Now is the worst it’s ever been.” Robbie said as Batman cried out in pain. Robbie withdrew his tentacle and calmly walked over to the assembly line where he began shovelling cans of Menstrualola into his mouth. When the last can was swallowed, Robbie sighed and said, “I guess I’ll have to make a trip to town… But first..” He walked back to Batman, “I need to take care of a pest.” Robbie hardened his tentacle again, but when he thrusted it at Batman, he missed and the tip shattered against the wall.
“What…” Robbie looked at his other tentacle and saw it go stiff, “What is happening to me?” He said as he noticed that his body was drying and flaking away.
“Substance withdrawal,” Batman rushed over to the now kneeling Robbie, “we need to get you out of here for treatment.”
“Treatment…” Robbie groaned. “I don’t want your treatment. This power is-” Robbie was interrupted by a hacking cough. His chin deflated and flaked away from his face.
“Robbie!” Batman cried out.
“It hurts, Batman.” Robbie said, “It hurts so much.”
Robbie fell onto his back and his body shattered into dust. Underneath it was Robbie’s true form, but weak and pale. Batman rushed to his side and tried to hold Robbie upright, but he was stone cold dead. Stephanie came up to Terry from behind and placed her hand gently on Terry’s hurt shoulder.
Terry and Igor stood on the Weirdcreek bridge with Fright Side in the distance.
“What’s going to happen to Stephanie now?” Terry asked.
“Nothing like her has ever existed before.” Igor said. “Vampires are nothing new, but a living vampire has never been seen before on this planet. My brother is looking into the matter as we speak.”
“And what about the people of Fright Side?” Terry said.
“Here’s the quick rundown,” Igor said, “The reported casualties are estimated to be at least two hundred.” He looked over his shoulder at the city of Weirdcreek. “It would have been tens of thousands without you.”
“I just wish it would have never happened at all.” Terry said. “Who evens own that factory? Who owns that mine? Who makes that- awful drink?”
“It would be unwise of me to just spill it to you,” Igor said. “But if you must know, you’ll want to investigate Venture Capital.”
Terry saw Igor looking off in the opposite direction of Fright Side. The twinkle he noted from the horizon was no doubt Chicago’s Venture Tower. When Terry looked back, Igor was already entering his armored sportscar. “Oh, and Terry.” Igor said. “The night is scary, but you should worry about the sky more.”
The ending theme played: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIxiCN…