Lost Chapters

This story will be about all the removed and retconned chapters from MadHouse, whether it's for lore, quality, or plot continuity reasons,

Bandit Territory (Was chapter 4, Now chapter 2)

Reason for Removal- The entire Mag interaction and bandit infiltration felt rushed, lazy, lacked suspense, short and anti-climatic, something that I realized after much observation, (totally not because someone unfollowed and unfavored the story when it released, which prompted me to immediately over analyze what I just wrote.). The replacement will (hopefully) include more action, suspense, and death (not one person died yet (except the gunt on tv) which can't be taken lightly).

'I can't believe that actually worked' I thought as the other bandits parted way's after secretly viewing your two's exchange, quitelty gossiping to themselves

"I can't believe Greg would do something like that"

"I know dat guy!"

"what'sa chicken?"

This continued till most bandits were out of earshot, as you turned left passed the stacked car as you crossed the broken bus used as the bandit's pathway across the rubbage, taking a seat on one of the remaining chairs. "looks like everything's going to be ok". And if murphy's law rosed from nevada's abyss itself, Nevada was determined to make Lincoln eat those words.

*Rumble*

Suddenly the ground or in this case the bus shook as if an earthquake had decided to destroy Nevada itself, as I held onto my seat as the bus began to shift and turn, lifting itself up in the air

"Whoa, WHOA!" I screamed in fright, holding to my seat for dear life, as the very same pathway the bandits used to pass through the trash, also doubled as a certain Mag's blanket, the very same Mag that had just woken up.

*YAWN*

The Mag Bandit, nicknamed The Hungry Boy, was abandoned by its creators,The bandits took him in. They nursed him back to health, this ravening, hulking monstrosity. Eventually he came to watch over them like family. It was a stupid plan, taking in this monster, but anyone would say that if this big lug showed up to your doorstep. Outfitted with common bandit apparel, few key items make him stand out from the others (besides his hulking size and appetite), first being his one arm tire pauldron, with nail's decorating his fists for extra destruction, strapped to his back is a giant red tank that connects several wires to his flesh, along with his bandana with a smiley face printed for display, with an eerie green camera suited on his head.

Like a sleeping toddler, Mag Bandit stood up groggily, holding his blanket with one arm as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, which in turn dangled Lincoln from his chair

"No, no no No NO!" I grew ever so desperate in my pleas as the bus was dangled and flipped to it side, the seat being the only thing keeping me from my metallic doom, as the wind and the shaking began shaking all the dirt off my body.

"THAT WAS GOOD NAP"

*GRUMBLE*

"SO HUNGRY"

"Shit shit shit" had caught the Mag's ear as Lincoln finally pulled himself through the bus's window, now long dangling to his demise.

'alright, im safe, I just gotta drop down onto a matress or something and make a break for it, maybe find some sheep or something' which may have been a good plan if Mag Bandit wasn't staring right at me.

"oh shit"

*Blink*

"H-hi there big guy, (please don't eat me)", which the Mag only turned his head sideways in curiosity, 'Maybe he isn't such a bad guy after all'

"FOOD?"

"W-wait" but it was too late as the Mag had already grabbed him with his hand as lincoln started shaking his head rapidly in struggle, unknowinly shaking off all the dirt as he tensed in anticipation of a slow and growling death, hoping that the giant bandit would at least kill him before eating him, he did not want to go the way of Carla Yeager.

However as the seconds ticked on into minutes, it finally gave Lincoln the bravery to open his eyes in anxietal confusion, as the Behemoth started in interest, bringing up his hand to point towards me.

"BUNNY"

I stared back in even more confusion as I replied

"ar-are you talking about me?" to which the goliath nodded to my words

"FLUFFY BUNNY" Showing somewhat of a childlike aura of joy, as he brought me closer 'this is happening I guess, but as weird as this is, I have to think of a way out of this before he deices he wants rabbit stew' while the Mag Bandit seemly looks like a cat on catnip.

"H-hey, uh, Mag bandit was it, I don't want to be a trouble sooo, do you think you could let me go?

"HMMM, NO, FLUFFY RABBIT STAYS WITH ME" Holding you closer than before, 'Well, that didn't work, time for plan B, also one of the most humiliating plans I ever made'

"Of course ill stay with you, it's just since i'm a rabbit and all, I got to stretch my legs every once and a while, if I don't then ill, uhh... die... yup."

"WHAT! MAG BANDIT DOESEN'T WANT BUNNY TO DIE! BUNNY'S MAG'S NEW BEST FRIEND"

'why do I feel like i'm gonna feel bad for this' "Well, if you don't want me, well, dead, then just let me goooo, uh, on a run! yup, totally, just a run down the street and back, preferably towards the nearest city."

"HMMMM, ALRIGHT,"

The Mag walked through the camp, plowing away car's and rubbish as he held me within his hands in a protective manner as he stopped at the exit and lowered me down to the floor.

"OK BUNNY, SEE YOU LATER ONCE YOU FINISH YOUR RUN!" tapping my head once last time as I slowly moved away.

"Got it! i'll definitely be back in the uh, future, yup, definitely" Turing toward the city as I began running the fastest I've ever ran, looking back sparily just incase he changed his mind as he waved me away...

'Ok I kinda feel bad now, like the stealing candy from a baby bad, even though the guy was like 18 ft tall' as I ruminated, I lifted my head forward to the city that will hopefully tell me what the hell's going on, and most importantly, how do I get home.