Apartment of Horrors
TftW: Apartment Of Horrors.
Russell Brand TF/Werecreature motif with possession and mind control
NOTE:
This story is extremely disturbing and features horror elements, it's also a dark comedy style with a Rob Zombie influence as well as inspiration from Troma films, C.H.U.D, Night Of The Demons and the Were-Celebrity TG stories on DA. This is also inspired by my own personal experiences i've had online.
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Nathan Forester aka Monstermaster13 had quite the history OL of being known as the Werecreature Guy or the 'Were-Celebrity Guy' especially by internet trolls who tried to make him look bad and ruin his reputation, of course said trolls were too moronic to know the difference between fantasy and reality and thought that his stories were real.
To the point that at one point they actually referred to him as the 'werejohncandy' 'wereleno' 'weregrinch' or several lame were-names. Over time he learned how to predict their every move, he knew exactly how all internet trolls acted and how their trolling tactics worked, after all - a troll's desire for lulz was no different than a drug addiction or a zombie's horror hunger for brains or flesh.
He had this reputation for being a dark and frightening monster expert who could actually not only bring your worst fears to life but also turn himself into a variety of things, and he could use his supernatural expertise to bring forth a new reign of terror if he so desired, but he wasn't evil - his monstrous persona wasn't evil at all, he just enjoyed scaring people for fun and writing horror stories. Of course, he didn't really mind the attention either - in fact he just loved to toy with the poor unfortunate losers who dared to question his work.
One night, he decided to show these types of people the errors of their ways, in a twisted and monstrous way. He was in the bathroom and he had just thought of the most insane way ever, he got out several candles and walked over to the mirror before turning all the lights out. He smirked slightly as he held a candle in front of the mirror. He then thought of the movie Candyman and the old Bloody Mary urban legend, and decided to add his own little twist on it, using experience from all of the nightmares he had in previous months.
"Oh, this is going to be so insane. Sure I might regret this afterwards..but hey, they asked for it, and who am I to deny a request? Heh heh."
"What's going on in there?"
"I don't know, but it's all dark and creepy in there...and I hear ominous music."
"They asked for this and welll... If they want a horrific monstrous abomination, they're going to get one alright...and then they'll be sorry. Oh they certainly will be, oh yes they will. And they'll never forget this night as long as they live."
He leaned closer to the mirror before concentrating all of his dark, supernatural energy and unleashing his darkest, hairiest, scariest, absolutely worst nightmare's essence into the mirror - concentrating before checking to see if there was anyone around, of course the people that he had lured over into his apartment's haunted house were too busy exploring and wondering what was going on to notice.
So, mustering up all his courage and supernatural know-how, he looked into the mirror - concentrated and uttered the two words that he dreaded the most - putting all his dark supernatural energy into it.
"Here it goes....Russell Brand, Russell Brand, Russell Brand..."
The lights flickered on and off in a supernatural manner as a hissing sound emitted from the mirror, a shadowy, ghostly entity emerged from it as he jolted back in fright, and the sound of wicked laughter could be heard in the background. Realizing that this was a huge mistake, he got out his torch and his book of incantations and tried to think of a spell to reverse this...but it was already getting close to being too late. The ghostly entity which could best be described as an evil spirit of some kind lunged out at him.
"Maybe this was a bad idea..."
The evil spirit licked its lips before flying into his body and possessing him, he began to feel violently ill as he clutched his stomach in pain, he grunted several times in agony as he coughed up black liquid, the black liquid then dripped from his lips as the spirit slowly began its process of corrupting him from within. Dark thoughts slowly began to fill his mind as his appetite shifted to a more ravenous and bloodthirsty one, in other words...a Horror Hunger of sorts.
As the evil spirit's essence and aura corrupted him from within, it also began to warp and distort him from the outside as well, his complexion slowly began to dirty itself up as it became lighter, in the process small black hairs slowly grew on his chest as his chest slimmed down and elongated in length to 109 centimeters and 43 inches, his arms also slimmed down as they extended to 33.5 centimeters and 14 inches. His clothing also fell victim to the evil spirit's corruption as it warped itself into a very Russell styled outfit with black leather, several chains and a couple of rings on his fingers.
His stomach and waistline slimmed down and elongated to 84 centimeters and 33 inches as a sanskrit tattoo appeared on one of his arms, in the process he shot up in height to 6'1 and 185 centimeters as his shoulders and back slimmed down too, while his legs lengthened and his shoe size shifted to a size ten. He hissed and snarled as he writhed, his neckline growing longer as the shape of his head became more oval. He now weighed about 163lbs and was very lithe.
Inky blackness slithered its way up and down his hairline as his hair slowly extended and grew longer, growing messier and more wild-looking as it turned from brown to black, tangling itself up into a wild back-combed style as his eyebrows blackened and arched, thickening a little in the process. His eyes which were already brown, darkened to a much darker shade of brown as they widened a little while guy-liner of sorts was applied around them.
He tried to resist the more monstrous and beastly urges but the spirit's power over him was too strong and not to mention highly addictive, dark supernatural energy surging all through his veins and his very being, corrupting him and filling him with ravenous and bloodthirsty thoughts. He licked his lips as his expression curved itself into a wicked semi-smirk of sorts while his lips themselves became a bit more pronounced as his nose shrank a little.
His facial features morphed and distorted themselves as facial scruff grew around his face, not a full on beard but more on the lines of a wannabe werewolf with a hit of the unshaved look, in the process, his cheekbones became more defined and his features slowly warped and molded themselves into the likeness of comedian Russell Brand. His voice harshened as it altered to match his appearance, in return giving him an Essex based British accent and Russell's voice as well.
The last to change was his personality as it shifted to a darker, more sinister one with a killer sense of humor and his mindset was completely over-taken by a more bloodthirsty and monstrous one, where once was Nathan - there was no more, there was only Russell and he was hungry...oh so very hungry, and thirsty too. He chucked evilly to himself as his transformation completed.
"Ah, yes...absolutely perfect and devilishly attractive. Now THIS is a form I could get used to it. Such dark supernatural power, such monstrous urges. Mmm, yes - I can definitely get used to this form."
The newly corrupted and transformed Russell Brand hissed as he admired his new form, a devious idea then crept into his twisted mind as he unleashed some supernatural energy out, creating a dark nightmarish vortex and corrupting the room around him. He levitated in mid air for a few seconds before turning the entire apartment into a real haunted house filled with monsters, death-traps and other horrific things - he then swirled around and turned into a cloud of black mist before manifesting in the hallway where the people from earlier were. When he arrived, he morphed out of mist form and then emerged sitting on a dark throne. The crowd of foolish dickheaded people who thought his werecreature stories were real looked in absolute shock and horror.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Hello, my name is Russell...Russell Brand to be exact."
"What the hell did you to do that 'werejohncandy guy'?"
"Is that all you think of my good friend Nathan? As the 'werejohncandy guy'?"
"Yeah, because like he's insane and believes the werejohncandy is real."
"Or perhaps you're the insane ones. Perhaps it is you who fails to understand the difference between fantasy and reality. In your sick, twisted, minds you still view him as the 'were-celebrity' guy when you should know it's all made-up. You don't know what is fact and what is fiction. He's told you time and time again that he does what he does for fun and because he's good at it...too bad you're all moronic enough to believe it's real."
"But it is..."
"To you, maybe...and maybe you all need to learn your lesson.."
"What lesson?"
"You all asked for him to show his more monstrous side - and you got that, in the form of me. I am the side of him that lurks deep within, that dark twisted monstrous side of him that just loves to scare pathetic hooligans like you."
"But we didn't ask for this.."
"Oh yes you did. And as the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for."
"We're sorry Mr Brand...we didn't mean to bring this upon ourselves."
"Aaaaw...that's sweet. But then again, so is this...."
Russell then brought one of the male hooligans closer to him and began licking him before reaching for his mouth, in the process his teeth sharpened as he sank them into the hooligan's tongue, in one strong bite he managed to rip the hooligan's tongue clean off before eating it up.
"Aaaah!"
"Silly, human. You know, you really should have done the smart thing..."
"Please...."
"I mean really didn't anyone tell you to...hold your tongue?"
He chuckled slyly to himself as he spat out the remains of the hooligan's tongue, smirking slightly as he licked his lips and tasted some of the blood that came off them, yes...it was very delicious and addictive.
"We just wanted to have fun at his expense that's all, please don't kill us."
"Well if you all just wanted to have fun, why didn't you say so? I LOVE having guests over, especially ones as weak-minded and easily frightened as you. Don't you worry now, I won't kill all of you, we're all just going to have some good ol fashioned fun...of course my version of fun is a little different than yours."
He pulled a lever of sorts which opened up a trap-door, in turn the trap-down opened and a group of hooligans fell through it into a demented rollercoaster which went in all sorts of crazy directions, when the rollercoaster stopped - their bodies were chopped up and stuck onto a giant spider-web of sorts. He then subjected them to all kinds of horrific nightmarish imagery and torture but the best was yet to calm.
"Please....please..."
"As despicable as I find the lot of you to be for indulging in such mean-spirited behavior in the first place, I can relate to your plight. I mean we all crave something, we all have addictions, drugs, video games, lulz, sex and what not. Of course, my craving is more monstrous than than most..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh...you'll see..."
He crept behind another male hooligan before sneaking up behind him and biting him on the shoulder with his sharp teeth, not only wounding him but once the bite-mark healed up - the hooligan was infected with Russell's own blood and slowly turned into another Russell Brand, everyone in the room panicked as the beginnings of an epidemic took place. Faster than you could say Return Of The Living Dead, the newly infected second Russell Brand started biting other male patrons and turning them into Russells as well.
"Aaaah! Oh my god!"
"Oops...I forgot to tell you that i'm contagious."
Everyone screamed and panicked as he watched on, watching as several male patrons were turned one by one into Russell Brands with the same Horror Hunger and powers as him, while females were given vampire style love-bites that turned them into twisted, vampiric mistresses to be their lovers. Soon, the entire haunted apartment was home to several Russell Brands and several vampiric mistresses. The entire party was quickly becoming a night from hell for the rest of the poor hooligans that hadn't been turned yet.
"Aaaah, please...no more..."
"Aaaw? What's the matter? Did I scare you? It's okay, I'm just having fun. And you know what they say, it's all fun and games until someone winds up paying the price...and that someone is all of you."
"Is there a way out? Please....is there a way out?"
"A way out? I'm afraid you're all stuck here."
"But..."
"This is what you all asked for. Your appetite for the horrifying and the bizarre lured you here and brought you to me. And now, you're now all-prisoners here of your own device."
"But..."
"Now now, don't be such a bunch of fraidy cats. I know you love it when stuff like this happens, and since you all love being scared so much, you're now in your very own horror story...and guess what, my dear friends? You're...THE VICTIMS!"
"Let's get out of here..."
"Relax, my dear friends. This is all part of the fun."
"Huh?"
"After all, like it says in that classic Eagles song we're programmed to receive. You can check out of here anytime you like, but remember this, while you can check out anytime you like, you can never leave."
And so, with that Russell clicked his fingers and commanded all the other Russell Brands and the vampiric mistresses to attack the surviving group of hooligans, within seconds the males of that group were turned into fellow Russell Brandites and the females became vampiric mistresses to serve as their lovers.
After that, no one ever questioned our good friend's work ever again or made quips about the were-celebrity gimmick or ever called him lame were-names ever again, and they all learned a harsh lesson. As for what happened later, the Russell Brand invasion continued all over town with people all being infected and turning into Russells just like the patrons that had been lured over to the apartment.
Remember my friends, it's okay to have a little bit of fun and to indulge in your own much darker side, but if it's at the expense of others and for mean-spirited purposes, then you'll might find yourself in your very own horror story - with you as the victim. Oh, and if you run into our good friend Monstermaster13 when he's in his twisted Russell Brand form, i'd be careful about what you do and say to him, after all - he might not think the same of you, in fact he might think of you as being delicious...after all, He's A Humanitarian
Russell Brand TF/Werecreature motif with possession and mind control
NOTE:
This story is extremely disturbing and features horror elements, it's also a dark comedy style with a Rob Zombie influence as well as inspiration from Troma films, C.H.U.D, Night Of The Demons and the Were-Celebrity TG stories on DA. This is also inspired by my own personal experiences i've had online.
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Nathan Forester aka Monstermaster13 had quite the history OL of being known as the Werecreature Guy or the 'Were-Celebrity Guy' especially by internet trolls who tried to make him look bad and ruin his reputation, of course said trolls were too moronic to know the difference between fantasy and reality and thought that his stories were real.
To the point that at one point they actually referred to him as the 'werejohncandy' 'wereleno' 'weregrinch' or several lame were-names. Over time he learned how to predict their every move, he knew exactly how all internet trolls acted and how their trolling tactics worked, after all - a troll's desire for lulz was no different than a drug addiction or a zombie's horror hunger for brains or flesh.
He had this reputation for being a dark and frightening monster expert who could actually not only bring your worst fears to life but also turn himself into a variety of things, and he could use his supernatural expertise to bring forth a new reign of terror if he so desired, but he wasn't evil - his monstrous persona wasn't evil at all, he just enjoyed scaring people for fun and writing horror stories. Of course, he didn't really mind the attention either - in fact he just loved to toy with the poor unfortunate losers who dared to question his work.
One night, he decided to show these types of people the errors of their ways, in a twisted and monstrous way. He was in the bathroom and he had just thought of the most insane way ever, he got out several candles and walked over to the mirror before turning all the lights out. He smirked slightly as he held a candle in front of the mirror. He then thought of the movie Candyman and the old Bloody Mary urban legend, and decided to add his own little twist on it, using experience from all of the nightmares he had in previous months.
"Oh, this is going to be so insane. Sure I might regret this afterwards..but hey, they asked for it, and who am I to deny a request? Heh heh."
"What's going on in there?"
"I don't know, but it's all dark and creepy in there...and I hear ominous music."
"They asked for this and welll... If they want a horrific monstrous abomination, they're going to get one alright...and then they'll be sorry. Oh they certainly will be, oh yes they will. And they'll never forget this night as long as they live."
He leaned closer to the mirror before concentrating all of his dark, supernatural energy and unleashing his darkest, hairiest, scariest, absolutely worst nightmare's essence into the mirror - concentrating before checking to see if there was anyone around, of course the people that he had lured over into his apartment's haunted house were too busy exploring and wondering what was going on to notice.
So, mustering up all his courage and supernatural know-how, he looked into the mirror - concentrated and uttered the two words that he dreaded the most - putting all his dark supernatural energy into it.
"Here it goes....Russell Brand, Russell Brand, Russell Brand..."
The lights flickered on and off in a supernatural manner as a hissing sound emitted from the mirror, a shadowy, ghostly entity emerged from it as he jolted back in fright, and the sound of wicked laughter could be heard in the background. Realizing that this was a huge mistake, he got out his torch and his book of incantations and tried to think of a spell to reverse this...but it was already getting close to being too late. The ghostly entity which could best be described as an evil spirit of some kind lunged out at him.
"Maybe this was a bad idea..."
The evil spirit licked its lips before flying into his body and possessing him, he began to feel violently ill as he clutched his stomach in pain, he grunted several times in agony as he coughed up black liquid, the black liquid then dripped from his lips as the spirit slowly began its process of corrupting him from within. Dark thoughts slowly began to fill his mind as his appetite shifted to a more ravenous and bloodthirsty one, in other words...a Horror Hunger of sorts.
As the evil spirit's essence and aura corrupted him from within, it also began to warp and distort him from the outside as well, his complexion slowly began to dirty itself up as it became lighter, in the process small black hairs slowly grew on his chest as his chest slimmed down and elongated in length to 109 centimeters and 43 inches, his arms also slimmed down as they extended to 33.5 centimeters and 14 inches. His clothing also fell victim to the evil spirit's corruption as it warped itself into a very Russell styled outfit with black leather, several chains and a couple of rings on his fingers.
His stomach and waistline slimmed down and elongated to 84 centimeters and 33 inches as a sanskrit tattoo appeared on one of his arms, in the process he shot up in height to 6'1 and 185 centimeters as his shoulders and back slimmed down too, while his legs lengthened and his shoe size shifted to a size ten. He hissed and snarled as he writhed, his neckline growing longer as the shape of his head became more oval. He now weighed about 163lbs and was very lithe.
Inky blackness slithered its way up and down his hairline as his hair slowly extended and grew longer, growing messier and more wild-looking as it turned from brown to black, tangling itself up into a wild back-combed style as his eyebrows blackened and arched, thickening a little in the process. His eyes which were already brown, darkened to a much darker shade of brown as they widened a little while guy-liner of sorts was applied around them.
He tried to resist the more monstrous and beastly urges but the spirit's power over him was too strong and not to mention highly addictive, dark supernatural energy surging all through his veins and his very being, corrupting him and filling him with ravenous and bloodthirsty thoughts. He licked his lips as his expression curved itself into a wicked semi-smirk of sorts while his lips themselves became a bit more pronounced as his nose shrank a little.
His facial features morphed and distorted themselves as facial scruff grew around his face, not a full on beard but more on the lines of a wannabe werewolf with a hit of the unshaved look, in the process, his cheekbones became more defined and his features slowly warped and molded themselves into the likeness of comedian Russell Brand. His voice harshened as it altered to match his appearance, in return giving him an Essex based British accent and Russell's voice as well.
The last to change was his personality as it shifted to a darker, more sinister one with a killer sense of humor and his mindset was completely over-taken by a more bloodthirsty and monstrous one, where once was Nathan - there was no more, there was only Russell and he was hungry...oh so very hungry, and thirsty too. He chucked evilly to himself as his transformation completed.
"Ah, yes...absolutely perfect and devilishly attractive. Now THIS is a form I could get used to it. Such dark supernatural power, such monstrous urges. Mmm, yes - I can definitely get used to this form."
The newly corrupted and transformed Russell Brand hissed as he admired his new form, a devious idea then crept into his twisted mind as he unleashed some supernatural energy out, creating a dark nightmarish vortex and corrupting the room around him. He levitated in mid air for a few seconds before turning the entire apartment into a real haunted house filled with monsters, death-traps and other horrific things - he then swirled around and turned into a cloud of black mist before manifesting in the hallway where the people from earlier were. When he arrived, he morphed out of mist form and then emerged sitting on a dark throne. The crowd of foolish dickheaded people who thought his werecreature stories were real looked in absolute shock and horror.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Hello, my name is Russell...Russell Brand to be exact."
"What the hell did you to do that 'werejohncandy guy'?"
"Is that all you think of my good friend Nathan? As the 'werejohncandy guy'?"
"Yeah, because like he's insane and believes the werejohncandy is real."
"Or perhaps you're the insane ones. Perhaps it is you who fails to understand the difference between fantasy and reality. In your sick, twisted, minds you still view him as the 'were-celebrity' guy when you should know it's all made-up. You don't know what is fact and what is fiction. He's told you time and time again that he does what he does for fun and because he's good at it...too bad you're all moronic enough to believe it's real."
"But it is..."
"To you, maybe...and maybe you all need to learn your lesson.."
"What lesson?"
"You all asked for him to show his more monstrous side - and you got that, in the form of me. I am the side of him that lurks deep within, that dark twisted monstrous side of him that just loves to scare pathetic hooligans like you."
"But we didn't ask for this.."
"Oh yes you did. And as the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for."
"We're sorry Mr Brand...we didn't mean to bring this upon ourselves."
"Aaaaw...that's sweet. But then again, so is this...."
Russell then brought one of the male hooligans closer to him and began licking him before reaching for his mouth, in the process his teeth sharpened as he sank them into the hooligan's tongue, in one strong bite he managed to rip the hooligan's tongue clean off before eating it up.
"Aaaah!"
"Silly, human. You know, you really should have done the smart thing..."
"Please...."
"I mean really didn't anyone tell you to...hold your tongue?"
He chuckled slyly to himself as he spat out the remains of the hooligan's tongue, smirking slightly as he licked his lips and tasted some of the blood that came off them, yes...it was very delicious and addictive.
"We just wanted to have fun at his expense that's all, please don't kill us."
"Well if you all just wanted to have fun, why didn't you say so? I LOVE having guests over, especially ones as weak-minded and easily frightened as you. Don't you worry now, I won't kill all of you, we're all just going to have some good ol fashioned fun...of course my version of fun is a little different than yours."
He pulled a lever of sorts which opened up a trap-door, in turn the trap-down opened and a group of hooligans fell through it into a demented rollercoaster which went in all sorts of crazy directions, when the rollercoaster stopped - their bodies were chopped up and stuck onto a giant spider-web of sorts. He then subjected them to all kinds of horrific nightmarish imagery and torture but the best was yet to calm.
"Please....please..."
"As despicable as I find the lot of you to be for indulging in such mean-spirited behavior in the first place, I can relate to your plight. I mean we all crave something, we all have addictions, drugs, video games, lulz, sex and what not. Of course, my craving is more monstrous than than most..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh...you'll see..."
He crept behind another male hooligan before sneaking up behind him and biting him on the shoulder with his sharp teeth, not only wounding him but once the bite-mark healed up - the hooligan was infected with Russell's own blood and slowly turned into another Russell Brand, everyone in the room panicked as the beginnings of an epidemic took place. Faster than you could say Return Of The Living Dead, the newly infected second Russell Brand started biting other male patrons and turning them into Russells as well.
"Aaaah! Oh my god!"
"Oops...I forgot to tell you that i'm contagious."
Everyone screamed and panicked as he watched on, watching as several male patrons were turned one by one into Russell Brands with the same Horror Hunger and powers as him, while females were given vampire style love-bites that turned them into twisted, vampiric mistresses to be their lovers. Soon, the entire haunted apartment was home to several Russell Brands and several vampiric mistresses. The entire party was quickly becoming a night from hell for the rest of the poor hooligans that hadn't been turned yet.
"Aaaah, please...no more..."
"Aaaw? What's the matter? Did I scare you? It's okay, I'm just having fun. And you know what they say, it's all fun and games until someone winds up paying the price...and that someone is all of you."
"Is there a way out? Please....is there a way out?"
"A way out? I'm afraid you're all stuck here."
"But..."
"This is what you all asked for. Your appetite for the horrifying and the bizarre lured you here and brought you to me. And now, you're now all-prisoners here of your own device."
"But..."
"Now now, don't be such a bunch of fraidy cats. I know you love it when stuff like this happens, and since you all love being scared so much, you're now in your very own horror story...and guess what, my dear friends? You're...THE VICTIMS!"
"Let's get out of here..."
"Relax, my dear friends. This is all part of the fun."
"Huh?"
"After all, like it says in that classic Eagles song we're programmed to receive. You can check out of here anytime you like, but remember this, while you can check out anytime you like, you can never leave."
And so, with that Russell clicked his fingers and commanded all the other Russell Brands and the vampiric mistresses to attack the surviving group of hooligans, within seconds the males of that group were turned into fellow Russell Brandites and the females became vampiric mistresses to serve as their lovers.
After that, no one ever questioned our good friend's work ever again or made quips about the were-celebrity gimmick or ever called him lame were-names ever again, and they all learned a harsh lesson. As for what happened later, the Russell Brand invasion continued all over town with people all being infected and turning into Russells just like the patrons that had been lured over to the apartment.
Remember my friends, it's okay to have a little bit of fun and to indulge in your own much darker side, but if it's at the expense of others and for mean-spirited purposes, then you'll might find yourself in your very own horror story - with you as the victim. Oh, and if you run into our good friend Monstermaster13 when he's in his twisted Russell Brand form, i'd be careful about what you do and say to him, after all - he might not think the same of you, in fact he might think of you as being delicious...after all, He's A Humanitarian
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