Slappy returned to his hidden base in Shock Street humiliated and defeated. And that made him ANGRY!
"ARRRGH! I don't BELIEVE it!" He roared. "My plan was PERFECT! And then this GUY came along and yanked that pink zombie stone away! Who does he think he is, a HERO?! Well, if he wants to save the day, then he can TRY!"
He summoned forth every single one of his very own monster slaves. The clone of Dr. Brewer. The Abominable Snowman of Pasadena. The Werewolf of Fever Swamp. The Giant Praying Mantis. The Graveyard Ghouls. The Horrors. The Masked Mutant and his minions. Dr. Maniac and other supervillains. Prince Khor-Ru and Nila Rahmed. Mr. Wood and his wooden siblings. The Lawn Gnomes. Monster Blood and the Blob. The Bees. The Beasts From The East. The Scarecrows. Even Fifi. He even had copies of monsters he had before, like the Lord High Executioner, the Haunted Mask, the Unloved, and Murder the Clown.
"This WON'T be like Madison! OR Wardenclyffe!" Slappy declared. "I'll make this Halloween even SCARIER! And even more terrifying and dangerous than ANY Halloween that has ever come before! Tonight, a new world, MY world, will be born!"
The monsters all roared and laughed as Slappy eyed the small town.
"Now GO!" He ordered. "Give them some REAL Goosebumps!"
…what?! Why was nothing happening?!
He turned to the monsters. Some seemed in a daze, clutching their heads and stumbling about. And that was when a slight silent yet high-pitched scream echoed through the wind.
"What?! What are you dummies standing around for?!" Slappy yelled. "Get GOING!"
"My head…!" Nila groaned. "W…What IS this…?!"
"What's going on?" Mr. Wood moaned. "I…I feel…funny…"
The Body Squeezers screeched as if hearing loud music, clutching their heads and stumbling about. Even the Lawn Gnomes were panicking. And suddenly…all the monsters went still and silent.
"Huh? What gives…?" Slappy asked.
He eyed one of the Lawn Gnomes. It seemed like an ordinary gnome now…
Until it let out a loud roar as the eyes turned a pale red!
The other monsters ended up roaring and laughing as well. And Slappy noticed something. Their eyes weren't glowing green…they were RED!
"He calls!" Count Nightwing laughed. "The master calls! Mwahahahahahaha!"
The monsters then began charging off in a frenzy of roaring and laughter! Even CURLY had become an insane lunatic and laughed like a mad clown.
"HEY! Get back here! I'M your master!"
Slappy tried to control them once again…but it FAILED!
"WHAT?!" Something was wrong. The mind control ALWAYS worked!
"GRRRR! Obey ME, slaves! OBEY MEEEEEEEE!"
That's when he noticed something in the night sky. A beacon of blood red energy, off far in the distance. At the sight…his wooden eyes narrowed.
"Oh…so it's you…"
The living dummy walked off, opening a portal towards that beacon. It was time he gave that meddling monster a piece of his mind!
…
"Wait, wait, where are you all going?! Come back, you're safe HERE!"
Kit Katzman didn't understand what was happening! Vampires, werewolves, mummies, every single one of the monsters in New Transylvania were acting CRAZY! They were roaring and laughing like mad! Whatever this was, maybe his magic allowed him to resist…for now.
He scrambled across the castle hotel, seeing more vampires begin to take their leave!
"W-What's happening?!" He yelled. "Why are you all LEAVING?!"
"The God of Monsters has finally avoken!" A vampire said in the classic tone. "The time has come for us to rise! Bla bla bla!"
The vampire flew away laughing. Meanwhile, Kit was filled to the brim with sheer terror.
"The…The God of…" He stammered. "No…NO! It can't be! YAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He ran off into his castle as the roars and laughter of monsters filled the dark night. If only he made a panic room!
If what the vampire said was true…then the world was doomed!
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!
…
The large castle in the great storm before him was tall and ominous. It made even Dead House look like a dollhouse.
"Oooo, impressive." Slappy giggled. "Now I need a castle! Hee-hee-hee-hee!"
He trudged up the steps and used his magic to throw the doors open. His footsteps echoed as he slammed them shut behind him. No candlelight. The castle itself was as dark and black as a void.
That's when he felt it. A menacing force, even more evil and dark than his. If he had skin, he'd get a chill down his spine.
"Whooooo….dares….enter MY domain…?"
That ghostly eerie demonic voice seemed to strike fear into the scariest of monsters. But Slappy only laughed it off.
"You may call me Slappy." He said as he continued through the dark castle. "I had a feeling I'd run into YOU of all monsters, and we might have a problem with that. You FINALLY wake up and THIS is what you do? Take MY friends, MY slaves, and make them YOURS?! You've already gotten on my BAD side…"
"You so foolishly threaten ME? In my own home, no less? You MUST have a death wish. How can you hope to frighten someone who has lived for CENTURIES?"
"Oh, you're not the only one. I may be a few centuries younger, but I was made to be the most EVILEST monster in the world. And no WAY am I letting that title be taken away by a bloodsucking buffoon like yourself. Maybe I'll teach you a lesson by stealing your breath…"
The voice only chuckled. "How amusing. You actually find yourself CONFIDENT. What ELSE can you claim to do?"
"Lots of things, really." Slappy said as he climbed the stairs. "I can mind control you to make you my slave. My skills in dark magic are second to none, for I hold within me the soul of the greatest dark sorcerer to EVER exist! Yet that power has been tested as of late. I believe you know the name: Ephraim Darkwell."
"Darkwell…yes…he rejected being an herald to a chaotic being of madness and insanity. Much like myself. I suppose that you and I are the same in some sense. We BOTH seek to change the very face of this world. We BOTH wish to become supreme gods among all that life. And we BOTH have been seen by man and monster alike as infamous nightmares."
"And we BOTH can never die." Slappy adds. "But YOU need to go to sleep for a hundred years. Meanwhile, I can reform my body as a ghost in mere moments. Let's face it, Old Fang-Face. You're nothing but history and a forgotten story. Meanwhile, I'm younger and hipper. People have REASONS to fear me."
"Nothing? History? Story?" The voice asked as Slappy finally made his way to the top of the castle, entering a throne room. "Tell me…do you have ANY idea…who I am?"
"Oh…I know EXACTLY who you are…" Slappy smirks. "Count Dracula."