-PROLOGUE-
Deep in the dark, crooked woods lay a old house with a large rotten sign that reads "PRIVATE PROPERTY". Closer to this house on a fence it says "GENIUS AT WORK". The house near the top has a crudely cut window with a crack in it. And on the very top is a extremely technological device used to power the lab with tremendous amounts of energy when lighting strikes it.
In the house a man named Wilson Percival Higgsbury was trying a new concoction he cooked up. He stared at the potion in the large, cylinder container to determine the right ingredient to put in his potion. He turned to grab another cylinder container that, instead, is long with a bulging circular part at the top. He put a drop of the potion in the other and a few seconds later…
Failure.
The potion made a sizzling noise and the potion turned red. It started to burn Wilson's hand. A thin smoke arose from the potion before Wilson was pushed backwards by the power of the potions explosion. He heard the sound of glass shattering and he fell to the ground, his head colliding with the cold, mold-ridden floor.
The sound of glass hitting the floor was heard about 4 or 5 times, only the large pieces making a sound. He sat up, his back sore from the mop he fell on, and his head beating. He rubbed his head and stood up. He could still feel the pain from the fall.
He turned around and sat at his big, red, Andrew Taylor chair. Slouching, his chin digging into his chest, he stared at his failed experiment. He sat up in his chair, sitting over his knees, hand on his forehead, mumbling insulting words to himself as his own punishment for failing yet another experiment.
Then he started to hear static coming from his Voxola PR-76 Radio. He didn't touch it so he assumed it was just broken and he would have to fix it once again. But he heard a faint voice coming from it. He turned the dial to the left and the static was being drowned out by a proper english voice.
"Say Pal, looks like you're having some trouble!" the Voice said
Wilson looked at his radio confused. Being a man of science he was the first to debunk any "magic" happenings. He figured that it was just some clever ad trying to get his attention. But as he talked more and more it seemed to relate to his situation to much to be a simple ad.
"I have secret knowledge I can share with you,-"
Wilson jumped off his chair and grabbed the radio swiftly.
"-if you think you are ready for it." the Voice said in a inquisitive manner
Wilson nodded almost immediately.
"Ok then!"
A dark shadow was cast on the wall. It was of a large man hanging over Wilson, hands open and readied. But Wilson paid no attention to it, entranced by the promise the Voice gave him. He held the radio closer and dust flew all around him. His head started to hurt even worse than before.
His head started to hurt more and more until, it all made sense. Wilson grinned.
He spent the next week hammering nails, turning gears, screwing light bulbs, and welding metal. He was almost finished with his machine, he just needed one thing.
Blood.
He started making a potion. Mixing mercury, acid, and blood he would be able to make the fuel for his machine. He wasn't sure how the concoction worked as a power source but it did. He took the mercury and acid and mixed them. It turned a blue then red and then orange.
He grabbed a kitchen knife and put it on his hand. He quickly sliced and huge amounts of blood trickled out of his cut. He added the blood and it bubbled and smoke rose from the potion like before but this time, it worked! He poured it down a pipe. He felt around his table, staring at his mechanical wonder, and grabbed a cloth bandage and wrapped it around his hand. The blood quickly soaked it.
He didn't know what it was or what it did but he could care less, he had finally created something that didn't explode in his face or break a limb, that was enough for him.
"Excellent!" the Voice said
"Now throw the switch."
Wilson hesitated and backed his hand away from the slim handle.
"DO IT!" the Voice yelled so loud it made Wilson jump.
He quickly used both hands and pulled down the lever.
Gears started to turn, wheels twisted, and light bulbs lit up. At the top a wooden piece moved upward revealing the wooden beams that shot it upwards. Wood pieces shot everywhere showing a evil grin and dust started to rise from the dusty machine.
Metal pieces resembling eyebrows hung above a large light bulb and contraptions that were the eyes. The light bulb turned on and lightning struck showing yet another shadow which looked like a face
Wilson snapped out of his happy dream and stepped back from the horror that was his machine.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" the Voice screamed
From below him two shadowy hands snuck up behind Wilson and tried to grab him. He jump and dogged the first attempted and ran into the table. He laid on the table leg until the hand tried again. He rolled on the floor and the hands ran into the table as well and knocked over many potions and concoctions that burned and sizzled on the floor.
"You're not gonna win this, just make this easy for us, will you?" the Voice said
The hands casted a shadow over Wilson hanging above him. He stared at the hands and crawled backwards on his hands not tearing his eyes away from the darkness.
They shot at him like bullets and Wilson put his arms over his face. He was wrapped up in the dark hands, his head the only visible body part. He was pulled into the floor leaving a white mark behind.
A giant head hung over the house, laughing. It had neat black hair with powder white skin matching Wilsons. He had a sharp chin and nose, and bushy eyebrows. This was none other, then the voice coming from the radio.
