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The smell of fresh paint and pine-scented cleaner couldn’t quite cover the scent of fear that seemed to cling to Sidney Prescott’s skin, even after all these years. She stood in the center of the living room at 1428 Elm Street—an address she knew sounded ridiculous to anyone else, but it was just a house, she told herself. A quiet, suburban, perfectly normal house. No one knew she was here. No cameras, no reporters, no masked fanatics. She had traded the blood-soaked hills of Woodsboro for the sleepy, tree-lined streets of a town that felt like it existed in a different dimension. "Finally," she whispered, her voice sounding small in the empty, echoing room. She placed her copy of Out of Darkness on a moving box, watching the sunlight stream through the window onto the dust motes dancing in the air. For the first time since she was seventeen, her heart wasn't beating against her ribs like a trapped bird. She had done it. She had escaped the Stab movies, the copycats, the trauma, and the phone calls. She was safe. The packing tape made a sharp, ripping sound that seemed far too loud in the empty house. Nancy Thompson pressed her hand against her eyes, the familiar gray streak in her hair catching the light from the dusty window, and took a deep breath. It wasn't the smell of burnt plastic and copper anymore—it was just dust and old pine flooring. She was in Woodsboro. Three states away from Ohio, a thousand miles away from 1428 Elm Street, and hopefully, a lifetime away from the boiler room."It’s over, Mom," she whispered to the empty room, looking toward the corner where she’d finally stood her ground against that monster."He can’t get me here." She walked to the window, looking out at the quiet, tree-lined street. It was sunny. A couple of teenagers were riding bicycles, and a man was reading a newspaper on a porch swing. It was suburban perfection—the kind of place where nothing bad ever happened (or so she thought). The kind of place that didn't know the secret of how the neighborhood parents had burned a monster alive in a boiler room. Nancy hadn't slept for more than two hours at a time in months, but as she watched a garbage truck rumble by, she felt a flicker of something she thought she’d lost forever: hope. She was tired of fighting, tired of being the only one awake, tired of the nightmares. She touched her throat, tracing the faint, imaginary line where she’d once felt the cold metal of a glove. Gone. "Just a quiet life," she promised herself, pulling the curtains closed on the cheerful afternoon. She didn't need to stay up tonight. She could dream of blue skies. She didn't notice the strange, whistling wind that swept through the empty hallway behind her, or the way the dust on the floor seemed to settle into the distinct shape of a bladed glove before vanishing into the quiet, idyllic silence of her new home. The late-night news cast a sickly blue glow across the sparsely furnished living room in Woodsboro. Nancy Thompson sat on the edge of a secondhand sofa, her knuckles white as she gripped a coffee mug that had long since gone cold. On the screen, a reporter was speaking in hushed, dramatic tones about the “Woodsboro Slasher”—a masked figure in a ghost-white mask bringing terror to a new town. Another town. Another butcher, Nancy thought, closing her eyes. She had moved to California to escape the burned skin and razor-fingered nightmares of Springwood, to get away from 1428 Elm Street. But the horror had followed her, just with a different face. The reporter mentioned a name: Sidney Prescott. The local girl whose mother was murdered, now being stalked by this new killer. Nancy knew that look in a survivor's eye. She’d seen it in her own mirror. Sidney was being hunted, and the world was watching her die. "It’s not just a person," Nancy whispered, the familiar paranoia crawling up her spine. "It’s a pattern." She reached for the newspaper on the table, the local gazette. She needed to know where this Sidney was living. Maybe she could help, warn her not to trust the doors, not to trust the sleep. As she read through the police blotter, her heart stopped. “...the residence of Sidney Prescott, located in the quiet suburbs on the edge of town, formerly known as the old acreage on Elm Street…” Nancy stood up so fast her chair tipped over. It wasn't just an Elm Street. It was the house. 1428. The furnace, the creaking floorboards, the attic where her mother died—she had left it, hoping to seal it off, and now another innocent girl was walking right into the center of the web. "She’s in my house," Nancy whispered, a desperate realization setting in. "She’s right where he wants her." She grabbed her coat and car keys, not thinking about the exhaustion that had plagued her for weeks. She couldn't let another girl go through the nightmare alone. She had to warn Sidney. She had to tell her that the house wasn't just a building; it was a hungry thing, and the killer, whether a ghost or a man in a mask, was already inside. Meanwhile, at Sidney's new home on Elm Street, the fluorescent light in the bathroom was too bright, yet not bright enough to chase away the shadow of the man in the fedora. Sidney gripped the edges of the sink, her knuckles white, staring at her own reflection. She looked tired—haunted, even—with dark circles mapping her journey from one nightmare to another. She had moved to Elm Street to escape the blood-soaked memories of Woodsboro, to find a quiet suburb where the only danger was mundane, not murderous. But the silence here was different. It was heavy, suffocating. It started a week ago. First, it was just the humming—a low, discordant nursery rhyme that seemed to echo in the rafters of her new bedroom. Then, the dreams. "One, two, Freddy’s coming for you". She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to banish the image. It wasn't the metallic flash of a Ghostface mask this time. It was something worse: burnt skin, a greasy red-and-green sweater, and the rhythmic shhh-clack of knives scratching against metal. In her dreams, the walls of this nice, normal house would warp, dripping sludge instead of paint, and a twisted face would sneer at her from the shadows."Three, four, better lock the door". She felt a stinging sensation on her arm and looked down. Three thin, red scratches were forming on her left forearm. A gasp tore from her throat. She hadn't scratched herself. She had been asleep only minutes before. "It’s not real," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking, just as she used to tell herself that the phone calls were justpranks. "It's just stress. Just trauma." But she remembered the rules. "Always, never say I'll be right back". She was supposed to be safe. Yet, as she looked at her arm, a new voice—not the panicked scream of a teenager, but a raspy, malicious whisper—echoed in her head: "Welcome to your nightmare, bitch"! She splashed freezing water on her face, but when she looked up again, the mirror didn't show her bathroom. It showed a boiler room. And standing behind her, a glove with razor-sharp fingers raised slowly to her shoulder. In the bedroom, Sidney was tossing violently, a low moan escaping her lips. She was trapped in the dream world. In her vision, the boiler room was melting into the school gymnasium, and a man in a filthy red-and-green sweater was stroking her cheek with a clawed glove. “You can’t run from a ghost, Sidney,” Freddy’s voice rasped in her dream. “Especially when I’m already inside.” Nancy, having arrived just in time, saw the sweat on Sidney’s brow, the way her hand spasmed in a death grip on the sheets. Nancy acted quickly, lunging to shake her awake, knowing that if she didn't, the nightmare would turn physical. "Sidney! Wake up!" Sidney woke screaming, but not into the safety of her room. The nightmare followed her. In her haze, fueled by the trauma of Ghostface stabbing her just weeks prior, she didn't see a savior. She saw a perpetrator. Sidney’s hand snapped out, grabbing a heavy bedside lamp. She swung it towards Nancy, her voice filled with panic. "Get out!" Sidney yelled, her eyes wild, not recognizing her surroundings. "Sidney, listen to me! It's not just the mask! It's him!" Nancy yelled, stumbling back. "Who are you? Did they send you?" Sidney roared, grabbing a shard of broken glass from the lamp. "I'm here to help! I know how he works!" Nancy scrambled towards the door as Sidney lunged towards her. They stumbled into the hallway. I don't trust you!" Sidney screamed, holding the glass shard. "Then you're going to die here!" Nancy screamed back, her own fear of Freddy making her voice break. "He wants us both in the dream, Sidney! He’s in the house!" Sidney, still being untrusting towards Nancy for breaking and entering (and after being traumatized by her nightmare), keeps on swinging the lamp at Nancy. Nancy, realizing she can't reason with Sidney if she keeps attacking her, decides to fight back. Which final girl will win? You decide!

Our story begins on Valentine’s Day, with our favorite pink, boy-crazy hedgehog, Amy Rose in a bustling city, excitedly looking for Sonic with a homemade, oversized Valentine. “This will win his heart over, for sure! Today, Sonic will realize that he and I were made for each other at last!”, she romantically thought to herself, her heart so full of joy that not even the nastiest of schemes cooked up by Mephiles The Dark, Infinite, or even that rotten egg, Dr. Eggman could ruin her perfect mood. Or at least, so she thought…! Meanwhile, in the town of Angel Grove, Kimberly hummed a light tune, carefully placing the finishing touches on the small table she’d set up in the back corner of the Youth Center, just behind the smoothie bar. She had covered it with a simple white cloth, adorning it with a handmade, folded-napkin heart and a vase filled with pink and white carnations, Tommy's favorite. She took a deep breath, smoothing down her skirt, her heart fluttering as she checked her watch, hoping her surprise for the White Ranger was perfect. She had gone all out this time, intending to make this Valentine’s Day special for him, a quiet, peaceful contrast to the constant battles they faced. With a soft smile, she adjusted the small, thoughtful gift tucked behind her purse, eager to see Tommy’s face light up when he arrived for their long-overdue, romantic break. In the depths of the Moon Palace, Lord Zedd polished his staff with a rare, villainous glee. Beside him, Dr. Eggman adjusted his spectacles, tapping away at a holographic console. "The frequency is set, Zedd," Eggman sneered. "My 'Aura-Cloak' will disguise the Pink Ranger’s Pterodactyl Zord as the latest 'Egg-Stroyer' model. To those meddling rodents, it’ll look like my handiwork." "And my magic has clouded the Pink Ranger’s visor," Zedd rasped. "She won't see a pink hedgehog. She’ll see a Putty Patroller in a wig. Let the 'Valentine’s Day Massacre' begin!" Kimberly was absolutely beaming, eagerly waiting for Tommy to finish his training session and join her for a romantic Valentine’s Day shake. Suddenly, her communicator buzzed with a sharp, frantic tone against her wrist! An urgent alert flashed across the screen, replacing her romantic mood with instant adrenaline: Zordon was calling with emergency readings. “Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me?”, she muttered, her smile vanishing as she read that one of Lord Zedd’s monstrosities had arrived in a distant city known as Station Square, a place far outside their usual patrol zone. In the big, metropolis city of Station Square, Amy Rose was on a mission. She had a heart-shaped box of homemade chocolates for Sonic and wasn't about to let anything stop her. Suddenly, the sky darkened. A massive, metallic screech echoed above as a mechanical pterodactyl soared overhead. "Eggman!" Amy stomped her foot, summoning the Piko Piko Hammer. "He’s even trying to ruin Valentine’s Day? Not on my watch!" High above, Kimberly gripped the controls of the Pterodactyl Zord. Her sensors went haywire! "Alpha, I’ve got a visual on a high-level threat. It looks like a new monster—a pink, spiky Putty holding a giant mallet!" "Be careful, Kimberly!" Zordon’s voice crackled through the comms, distorted by Eggman’s jammer. "It’s heading straight for the city!" Kimberly dived. "Not today, Pinky!" The Zord let out a roar of steam, landing with a bone-shaking thud in front of Amy. From Amy’s perspective, the Zord shimmered, its pink chrome shifting into the jagged, yellow-and-black hazard stripes of an Eggman Empire vessel. Amy then threw her Piko Piko Hammer at the Zord, and Kimberly just barely managed to dodge the attack. Kimberly then responded by firing twin lasers at Amy, followed by rapid missiles, all of which Amy also just barely managed to escape unscathed. Amy then took a gigantic leap of faith, Piko Piko Hammer in hand, and managed to land a devastating blow on the giant, robotic Dinozord. As the Pterodactyl Zord crash landed, Kimberly ejected from the smoke, landing in a crouching position. “Wow!”, thought Amy to herself. “Like it or not, I gotta hand it to Eggman; he sure knows how to design robots to match the décor of the holiday! But pink or no pink, I’m not going to let that fat egghead or his haughty minions ruin this perfect Valentine’s Day! Haha! “Haughty”, because she’s arrogant, but also dresses in hot pink! Ahh, if only Sonic could’ve heard my brilliant pun just now. He would be chuckling faster than he could run and then his heart would be mine for sure!”. Suddenly, Kimberly pulled out her bow and aimed it directly at Amy, who instantly snapped out of her daze and remembered the task at hand: taking down this new foe and saving Valentine’s Day! “This is for damaging my Dinozord and ruining my perfect Valentine’s Day plans, Putty!”, Kimberly shouted as she prepared to fire at Amy. A fight then breaks out between two pink, boy-crazy, leading ladies from the 90s who are in love with the hero. On this Valentine’s Day, who will come out on top: “Heart” or Rose? You decide! Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

Just like my recent Dracula vs Frankenstein battle, this is another fight I can't believe nobody's ever done before on this site!

The sky over N. Sanity Island was a bizarre shade of purple, and not just because Cortex was messing with the weather again. A swirling rift had opened above the beach, and through it tumbled a small, purple dragon with golden horns. Crash Bandicoot, having just finished a nap, jumped up as the stranger landed. Crash expected Cortex,or maybe an N. Gin mech. Instead, he saw a winged lizard, glowing with a strange energy. Crash vividly remembered fighting dark, corrupted dragons that breathed scorching fire in a distant dimension. "Woah," Crash mumbled, his eyes narrowing instantly. He didn't see a friendly dragon; he saw a threat."Whoa, easy there," Spyro said, shaking his head and looking around. "Where am I? This doesn't look like Avalar." He turned to see the bandicoot, his expression friendly. "Hey, you're not a Riptoc, are you?"Because you're definitely not a sheep, and I've never seen a wumpa-fruit-eating critter quite like you in the Dragon Realms." Crash Bandicoot, however, didn't hear a friendly introduction; he only saw a purple, fire-breathing menace suddenly appear on N. Sanity Beach. Crash’s eyes narrowed into a fierce glare, and he immediately braced himself, spinning into a blurry cyclone of orange fur and denim, eager to break whatever wumpa-crashing, dragon-shaped box was in front of him. Sparx buzzing frantically in warning, Spyro skidded to a halt, his grin fading into confusion as he realized he might have just introduced himself to the island's local brand of chaos. The two stood their ground, a mutual misunderstanding fueling the tension. Crash pointed a finger at Spyro, making a series of frantic, accusatory gestures and chattering "Woah! Woah woah, woah!" Spyro bristled, his wings flaringflaring out. "Look, I don't know what 'woah' means, but I'm not here for trouble. I'm looking for Avalar, not a fight with a furry, orange maniac!" Crash, misinterpreting the dragon's defensive posture as aggression, let out a defiant "Hoo-ha!" and began to spin faster, the blur of orange fur intensifying. Spyro sighed, a small puff of flame escaping his nostrils. "Right, I see how it is. If you want a scrap, you've got one!" He lowered his head, charging up a fiery breath, just as Crash lunged forward, ready to unleash his signature spin. Meanwhile, Ripto and Cortex watched from their hidden viewing deck, two architects of chaos admiring their masterpiece. The screen before them displayed Spyro preparing a fire breath while Crash crouched, ready to spin, the tension thick enough to cut with a Wumpa fruit. Ripto smoothed his cape, looking at the mad scientist with rare approval. "Your machine functioned perfectly, Cortex. The dimensional breach was flawless." Cortex beamed, patting the console. "And your magic, small sorcerer, made sure they can't escape." As the two enemies collided on screen, the villains broke into a chorus of arrogant laughter, the sound of a new, unstoppable alliance echoing in the dark room. Which PlayStation 1 mascot will reign supreme? You decide!

"Bandicoot... Bandicoot... bandicoot!" Dr. Neo Cortex smashed his fist against his control console, making a holographic display of Crash Bandicoot’s goofy, grinning face flicker violently. The ship groaned, a familiar sound of overworked engineering. "N. Gin!" Cortex shrieked, turning his attention to his cyborg subordinate, who was busy trying to balance a tray of wumpa fruit on his shoulder-mounted missile launcher."Yes, Doctor?", replied N. Gin. "I am sick of this! Every time I create a new batch of Cortex Commandos, that orange, spinning rodent turns them into confetti! My mutants are strong, yes, but they lack... intellect! They follow orders, but they don't think!" Cortex stomped, his tiny feet echoing in the laboratory. "I need something better. I need a source that is intelligent, agile, and obedient." Cortex paced to the main monitor, which was currently scanning a different dimension—a world filled with unnatural amounts of blue energy and, more importantly, a very specific type of organic life."Look at them, N. Gin," Cortex said, pointing a trembling finger at the screen displaying Eggman’s base. "These 'Flickies'. They are small, yes. Defenseless? Seemingly. But Eggman uses them to power his robots. And not just as batteries..." He zoomed in on a schematic of a Flicky-powered Moto Bug. "Eggman's Badniks are fast! They are precise! They adapt! Why? Because the Flickies powering them are inter-dimensional travelers!", Cortex whispered, his eyes gleaming with mad genius. "They are attuned to chaos energy and can slip between dimensions effortlessly. That, N. Gin, is not just energy—that is raw adaptability." Cortex grinned, a terrifying, toothy expression. "If I take these Flickies, put them through my Evolvo-Ray, and trap them in the Cortex Vortex... I won't just have an army. I will have an army that can teleport, move faster than the eye can see, and think ahead of that wretched bandicoot!" He pulled a master override key from his pocket."Eggman is a fool. He uses them for simple robotics. I will use them to build a legion of hyper-intelligent, dimension-hopping warriors. The Bandicoot will finally meet his match." Cortex pressed a button, bringing up a map of Eggman's Egg-Fleet. "Prepare the cloaking device, N. Gin. We are going to teach this 'Dr. Eggman' how a real genius works with wildlife." The alarms in Eggman’s orbital base, the Death Egg II, were not blaring red—they were blaring a very particular shade of "incompetence alert" that made Dr. Ivo Robotnik’s mustache twitch with fury. "Who? Who dares tamper with my meticulously captured Flickies?" Eggman shouted, slamming his fist onto the control panel of his Egg Mobile. On the main monitor, a shadowy figure with a ludicrously large forehead and a yellow letter 'N' on his white lab coat was seen laughing, holding a cage filled with confused blue birds. "Cortex," Eggman growled, recognizing his cross-dimensional rival. "That mutated-animal-obsessed amateur! Those birds were for my new E-series Badniks! The 'Flicky-Fire' model!" Dr. Neo Cortex was currently standing in a trans-dimensional rift, holding his laser pistol and cackling. "These little creatures are far too cute for a mindless robot, Eggman! I shall turn them into my Cortex Commandos! They will be... geniuses!" "NOT ON MY WATCH!" Eggman roared, slamming the booster button on his Egg Mobile. Eggman’s Egg Mobile lunges forward, its boosters leaving a scorching trail of exhaust that nearly singes the fur off the stolen Flickies. Cortex leans into a sharp turn on his hoverboard, firing a volley of plasma bolts from his ray gun, but Eggman doesn't flinch. The rounded hull of the Egg Mobile slams into the edge of the Hoverboard, sending a shower of sparks into the air and knocking Cortex into a dizzying spiral. You bumbling buffoon!" Cortex shrieks, stabilizing his board with a frantic tap of his boots. "Those birds are precisely the high-energy subjects I need for the Cortex Vortex!". Eggman lets out a belly laugh that rattles the cockpit. "Your 'vortex' is child’s play, Cortex! These Flickies are the lifeblood of the Eggman Empire, and I won’t have them wasted on your amateur taxidermy!". Realizing a mere hoverboard cannot withstand the Egg Mobile’s wrecking ball attachments, Cortex retreats toward a massive, concealed hangar in the cliffs below. As Eggman pursues, the ground splits open. Rising from the depths is the Cortexbot—a towering, muscular mechanical effigy of the doctor himself, complete with a golden "N" necklace and massive, crushing fists. "Giant, robot version of yourself, eh!?" Two can play at that game!", Eggman yelled, unimpressed. Not to be outdone, Eggman’s Egg Mobile docks into a massive chassis stored within his own nearby fortress. Steel plates lock into place, steam hisses from hydraulic joints, and the legendary Death Egg Robot stands tall, its spiked hands spinning with lethal intent. The two titans meet in a deafening explosion of metal. The Cortexbot lunges with a "boogie-powered" strike, while the Death Egg Robot counters by launching its rocket-powered arms. Below them, the stolen Flickies flutter in terror as the two mad scientists trade blows, each determined to prove their mechanical genius is the superior force in the multiverse. A fight between two giant, robotic versions of two iconic mad scientist villains from video games, known for their facial hair, kidnapping animals to power their armies, and facing a spinning, sneaker-wearing, furry hero ensues. Who walks out victorious? You decide!

The Californian sun was blazing, but for Eleven, the world was suddenly cast in shadow. She stumbled back from the Byers’ kitchen table, her hand flying to her nose. A single, thin trail of dark blood escaped, staining her palm. A day that was supposed to be a happy reunion with all of the Byers 's friends from Hawkins visiting was about to become rather apocalyptic! "El? You okay?" Mike asked, instantly on his feet. "He's here," Eleven whispered, her eyes wide and unfocused. "Not Hawkins. Here. He... he moved the vines. The sky is red over the Pacific." Vecna had migrated. The Upside Down was no longer just infecting Indiana; it was leaking into Lenora Hills, California. Within hours, the whole team had converged at the Byers' house. Will was shaking, his neck tingling with that familiar cold dread. "We can't wait for the adults," Lucas said, loading his slingshot with heavy metal marbles. "We handle this. Now!" They sped off in the van, with Steve Harrington at the steering wheel, driving toward the coast where the air was already smelling of rot and ozone. As they approached a sleepy California suburban neighborhood, they realized the Upside Down had already begun taking over the local park—flesh-vines snaking up the jungle gym, red spores filling the air. "Split up!" Mike commanded. "Find whatever's causing the rift!" While searching near a suburban treehouse, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas stumbled upon a group of four teenagers and a younger girl, armed to the teeth with makeshift weapons. They were wearing red-and-white shirts, holding garlic, silver bullets, and strange books. "Hey!" Dustin yelled, running up to them. "You need to get out of here! Monsters are coming! Real ones!" The leader, a boy with messy hair named Sean, looked unimpressed. He held up a crossbow. "We know. We're the Monster Squad. We handle Dracula, the Mummy, the Wolfman—you name it." Lucas looked at his friends. "Did he just say 'Monster Squad'?" "They're nerds," Dustin said, turning back to the Squad. "Look, we're talking about Demogorgons! Hive mind! A psychic raisin man named Vecna! These aren't Universal Monsters, okay? This is next-level!" Sean scoffed. "Van Helsing's diary says monsters are creatures of the night. We've got them covered." "Van Helsing?" Will scoffed, stepping forward. "Try the 1978 Basic Dungeons & Dragons set. We’ve fought Mind Flayers. You know what they do? They eat your brains. Literally!" "Dracula is a shape-shifting vampire who sucks blood!" retorted Patrick, the other co-leader of the Squad. The two groups were now face-to-face, the air thick with tension, not just from the incoming monsters, but from intense nerdy pride. "Oh yeah?" Dustin countered, pulling out his D&D manual."Can your 'Monster Squad' analyze the psychological trauma of a hive mind, or do you just rely on lucky garlic?" "We literally have a, quote, 'virgin's sacrifice' plan, plus a guy with a gun!" the denim-jacketed kid, Rudy, challenged."What do you guys have?" "We have a psychic girl who can throw people with her mind," Lucas said proudly. "I'll believe that when I see it!" Sean shouted. "Will here has been to the Upside Down and lived to tell about it!", Dustin bragged, pointing at Will. "Well, our kid Horace can eat more garlic in one sitting than your entire group can throw!" the Squad defended, Horace beaming proudly. Mike then began trying to reason with everyone. "Look, guys. We didn't come here for a fight. We simply came here to warn you about the danger that's coming." "Oh yeah, and why should we believe you?", asked Rudy. Before any of them could answer, a low growl echoed from the shadows. A Demodog, with its petals unfurled, emerged and charged towards the startled kids. Just as they braced for impact, a figure stepped out of the darkness. It was Eleven, her eyes narrowed with determination. With a focused stare and an outstretched hand, she stopped the creature in its tracks, holding it suspended in the air before sending it flying into a tree with a powerful shove. Both groups watched in stunned silence as Eleven stood protectively in front of them. "Uh, okay! Sorry about not believing you!", said Sean. The rest of The Monster Squad agreed, and the two teams reconciled and they all shook hands. The Monster Squad decided to offer the teens from Hawkins their help, as they also had experience fighting monsters with supernatural powers. They all decide to set a trap for Vecna. Their goal is to lure Vecna into a physical location that has been warded against the Upside Down while using music to disrupt his mental control and Eleven to finish him. Dustin uses his knowledge of the Upside Down to determine a "thin spot" between dimensions. They bait Vecna by creating a fake distress call, acting as the "sacrificial" bait to bring him out of the mental plane. Horus brings specialized, blessed equipment to the scene. Will, knowing how Vecna operates, acts as the spotter, using his "true sight" to warn them of mental attacks before they happen. A powerful sound system is rigged to play music in reverse or in a specific, high-frequency "hymn" that disrupts Vecna's ability to focus, as music breaks his control over victims. To pass time until Vecna arrives, the newly constructed group splits into two teams: Team Monster Squad vs Team Hellfire, in a friendly competition to see which team of 80s nerds is nerdier. The game is about trivia questions, and it's divided into three rounds: Round 1: Classic Universal Monsters vs. D&D Bestiary (Example Question: "Which monster has a weakness to silver bullets, and which monster can be harmed by a +1 magic weapon?" Round 2: 80s Pop Culture & Movie Trivia (Example Question: What brand of hairspray is crucial for fighting monsters (or looking good) in 1985?" (Answer: Farrah Fawcett spray). Round 3: The Rules of Engagement (Example Question: True or False: According to Dr. Van Helsing’s diary, a monster is only truly dead if you stake it, shoot it, and destroy its nards?" The team that wins best 2 out of 3 rounds wins. Which team will that be? You decide!

The sun was high over the California coast as Johnny Lawrence kicked his Honda XL 600R into gear. It was Spring Break 1985, and the Cobra Kai gang—Tommy, Bobby, Dutch, and Jimmy—were roaring south toward a town they’d heard had the best retro vibes in the state: Hill Valley. They pulled their bikes into the town square, the shadow of the Hill Valley Clock Tower looming over them. Feeling a bit hungry, they stepped into Lou’s Diner, a place that looked like it hadn't changed since the fifties. At a booth in the corner, they noticed a towering guy with a buzz cut, Biff Tannen, leaning over a scrawny guy with glasses named George McFly. Biff was pounding his fist into George’s head, shouting, "Hello? McFly! Is anybody home?". Dutch let out a cackle. "Check out this loser," he whispered, gesturing to the trembling George. Johnny smirked, leaning back in his chair. It reminded him of how they handled "LaRusso-type" punks back in the Valley. Irritated by George's stuttering, Biff grabbed a chocolate milkshake from the counter and slammed it down, intending to drench George. Instead, the thick liquid hit the table and splattered across Johnny’s pristine red leather jacket. Johnny stared at the brown stain on his sleeve for a three-second silence that felt like an eternity. "Hey, you got something on my jacket, man!", Johnny shouted, his voice dropping an octave as he stood up. Biff turned, eyes narrowing at the blond "outsider." Look here, Blondie! I beat the snot out of punks that dare to look at me like that! But since you and your friends seem to be new around here, I'm willing to let you off easy. So why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?" Johnny stares blankly at Biff for two seconds, then sighs. "Make like a tree? What are you, a moron? It’s 'leave.' You sound like a damn fool when you say it wrong. Now, get out of my face before I show you how a real cobra sheds its skin." "Ooh, you're a cobra, huh!" I'm shaking in my boots.", Biff said, sarcastically. Tommy leaned over, grinning like a shark. "I think he wants to learn a lesson, Johnny!". Bobby, the most sensible of the Cobra Kais, tried restraining Johnny and attempted to reason with him. "Johnny, remember everything that happened with Daniel not too long ago? Do you really want to go through all of that again with a guy that's clearly way older than you?!" "What, you think I'm afraid of this butt-head just because he has a few decades on me?", Johnny replied. "Who are you calling butt-head, BUTT-HEAD?!", replied an angry Biff, right before he aggressively shoved Johnny into Bobby, who fell onto the other Cobra Kais still sitting at their table! The fall caused a domino effect. Bobby bumped into Jimmy, who was in the middle of slurping his soda, which splattered onto Dutch, who was sitting right next to Jimmy. Tommy, who was in the middle of eating a burger, started to choke after his jaw dropped at the shock of what just happened. The Cobra Kais (even Bobby) had enough! After the turmoil at the table, all of the Cobra Kais arose and faced Biff, who was immediately joined by his chronies. A fight breaks out between two groups of bullies, but the main focus, of course is between the two leaders, Johnny and Biff. Which bully from the 80s that got beat by an underdog will walk out victorious? You decide!

Bowser and King K. Rool, two monarchs united by their shared loathing for their respective adversaries, forged an unlikely alliance. The plan was simple: consolidate their forces, eliminate Mario and Donkey Kong, and rule the land unchallenged. Their combined might was formidable! Bowser's fiery breath and brute strength complemented K. Rool's tactical mind and diverse arsenal, including the infamous Blunderbuss. Together, they launched a coordinated assault, the likes of which the Mushroom Kingdom and Donkey Kong Island had never seen. The heroes fought valiantly! Mario's fireballs danced with Donkey Kong's ground slaps, pushing back the combined horde. Yet, the tide turned as Bowser lunged with a massive, fire-infused punch while K. Rool used his Blunderbuss to unleash a barrage of cannonballs, overwhelming the heroes. Mario and Donkey Kong, caught off guard by the sheer scale and coordination of the attack, were forced into a strategic retreat. The villains reveled in their initial success, their victory seemingly within reach. However, their shared ambition soon became their undoing. With the heroes defeated, a heated argument erupted over who would claim ultimate rule and which kingdom would be conquered first. K. Rool believed his superior intellect warranted command, while Bowser insisted his raw power made him the natural leader. BOWSER: (Pacing back and forth, tail occasionally setting small parts of the floor on fire) "Ha! Did you see the look on that primate's face when I landed that final blow? Pathetic! This whole "victory" is clearly thanks to my tactical genius and overwhelming strength!" KING K. ROOL: (Leaning back on his throne, polishing his crown with a grubby claw) "Tactical genius"? Please. Your "tactics" involved breathing fire and charging headfirst like a dim-witted Koopa. It was my strategic use of the Blast-O-Matic, carefully calibrated to weaken them both simultaneously, that truly sealed the deal. I did all the heavy lifting!" BOWSER: "Heavy lifting"? I single-handedly took on Mario while you were fumbling with those oversized cannons! My fire breath alone could have ended this at any time. I just let you join in so you could witness true villainy in action! KING K. ROOL: (Stands up, his eye twitching) "You "let" me? I brought the military might and the technological superiority! Your little Koopa Troopas were a joke, running around aimlessly until I organized them into a proper fighting force!" BOWSER: (Roaring with rage) "They are the most feared army in the land! And who needs "technology" when you have raw power and a shell that can withstand anything? The princess will finally be mine, and everyone will know it was Bowser who conquered the Mushroom Kingdom!" KING K. ROOL: (Sneering) "Our victory, you overgrown turtle! Don't think for a second I'm just here to watch you parade around. I have a new Banana Hoard to build, and it will be under the banner of the Kremling Krew!" BOWSER: (Eyes narrowing) "You forget your place, crocodile. This is my castle, my victory, and my world domination we're talking about! Get your own!" KING K. ROOL: (Taking a step forward, his golden tooth glinting) "Perhaps we need to settle who the true king of all villains is, right here, right now...!" A huge banger of a fight breaks out between two gargantuan, reptilian monarchs that serve as the arch-enemies of two platforming legends that debuted in the 1981 classic arcade game, Donkey Kong! But who will come out on top and prove to be "King of Nintendo Reptile Kings"?

In the bizarre, upside-down world of Wonderland, chaos was a currency, and no one spent it quite like the Cheshire Cat. With a grin as wide and unsettling as the crescent moon, he watched the Queen of Hearts' gardeners, their hands trembling, painting the last white rose red. A thought, a "splendid idea" in his own twisted mind, sparked like a firework! The Queen, you see, was meticulous about her footwear; her ruby-red pumps were her pride and joy, her silent proclamation of power, her very foundation. That night, as the castle slumbered, the Cat, a silent, floating specter, used his claws not for malice, but for mischief. With a pot of stark white paint, he carefully, meticulously, transformed the vibrant red slippers into a ghostly white! The deed done, he vanished, leaving only his grin hanging in the air like a taunt. The morning brought the storm. The Queen of Hearts, upon discovering the defiled shoes, let out a shriek that rattled the very foundations of her castle! Her face, usually a mask of regal indifference, turned a shade of crimson that put the red roses to shame. "Off with his head!" she bellowed, her voice echoing through the courtyard. The card soldiers, frozen in fear, could only watch as the Cat materialized on a nearby tree branch, his smile an infuriating beacon of calm in her tempest of rage. "My dearest Queen," the Cat purred, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, "such a fuss over a simple color change. White is so… pure, don't you think?" "Pure!" the Queen raged, stamping a foot (the other foot, the one not clad in the offensive white pump). "They were my ruby slippers! My power!" "Power is a funny thing," the Cat mused, his tail twitching. "It can be found in the most unexpected places. I hear there's a land, far away, called Oz, where slippers of a most marvelous, magical, ruby hue exist! Slippers that could make yours look like child's play." The Queen paused, her eyes narrowing. The mention of more power, better power, instantly trumped her desire for the Cat's head. "Oz? Ruby slippers?" she asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "How do I get there?" The Cat's grin widened, if that were possible. "Oz, you say? What land is that? Never heard of it." "You just said it, you infuriating feline!" "Did I? My, my, the things one says when one is merely trying to be helpful." He chuckled, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. "Perhaps a shortcut is in order." With a flick of his wrist and a sharp tug on a low-hanging tree branch, the air before them began to shimmer and warp, twisting like a hot desert road. A vortex of emerald green and a deep, swirling black opened up, a howling void leading to another world."Through there," the Cat announced, a paw pointing into the portal. Without a second thought, driven by her insatiable greed for power, the Queen of Hearts marched through the portal, her painted white shoes carrying her into a foreign, vibrant, and dangerous new land. "This ought to be LOADS of fun!", he mischievously thought to himself as the Queen had set off on her quest for the Ruby Slippers. The Queen of Hearts was in a foul mood, which was unusual for her, as she typically enjoyed the strolls she took, even on an unfamiliar yellow brick road. She was just not finding even a glimmer of luck in finding these legendary ruby slippers the Cheshire Cat had spoken of. However, upon rounding a corner, she found her path blocked by an odd trio: a small girl with a little dog and bright red slippers, a scarecrow who seemed to be contemplating his own lack of stuffing, and a clanking metal man. “My road, if you don't mind,” she commanded, tapping her foot impatiently on a yellow brick. Dorothy politely stepped to the side, her little dog Toto giving a soft yip. "We were just on our way to see the Wizard," she explained. "YOUR WAY!? ALWAYS, MYYY WAYYYY!!!", the Queen angrily shouted. The Queen's eyes, however, were fixed on the girl's feet. Those beautiful, sparkling slippers! They just had to be the Ruby Slippers! She decided to try a new tactic—politeness. “My sweet, little child,” the Queen began, forcing a pleasant tone, “those are lovely shoes you have on. Simply divine. A queen such as myself would look simply resplendent in them”. The Tin Man, ever the gentleman, spoke up. "They do match her blue and white dress quite well, Your Majesty," he said, oiling his joints as he spoke. The Queen shot him a look, then softened her face again. “I believe I heard you singing earlier, my good man,” she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “Something about a heart?” The Tin Man brightened. “Why, yes! I was just singing 'If I only had a heart'! I would be ever so grateful if I could get one!” “Well, I happen to have a spare,” the Queen said with a flourish, pulling a playing card from her sleeve and presenting it to him. It was a perfectly good card with a bright red heart on it. “I am willing to make a trade. This heart for the little girl's slippers.” Dorothy, though intrigued by the Queen's offer, remembered the Good Witch of the North's instructions. “I'm so sorry, Your Majesty,” she said politely but firmly. “That's a very kind offer, but the Good Witch of the North told me I must never take these slippers off. They are very powerful, you see”. The Queen's forced smile instantly vanished. Her face turned a deep shade of crimson. All attempts at civility were gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated fury. “Not take them off?” she shrieked, her voice echoing down the road. “How dare you defy the Queen of Hearts! Off with her head!” A cackle, sharp as broken glass, cut through the air. "Not today, your Majesty." The Wicked Witch of the West emerged from the shadows of the woods, her tattered black dress billowing around her. A single, gnarled finger pointed not at Dorothy, but directly at the Queen. "The girl, the dog, and those magnificent slippers are mine," the Witch snarled. "That little act you just pulled—offering that rusty can a 'heart' you likely stole anyway—doesn't change whose territory you've stumbled into." The Queen took a step forward, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Territory? I'll have you know I'm the Queen of Hearts, the royal monarch of Wonderland!" "You're in Oz now, dearie," the Witch spat back. "And I have a sister to avenge. Now, be a good little playing card and fold." The ensuing argument escalated from childish insults to genuine magical threats. The Queen, famous for her temper, was the first to strike. “Paint the roses red... with that witch's blood!” The Card Guards, emboldened by their Queen's command, rushed the Wicked Witch. The Witch merely laughed, clapping her hands together. "My, my, what loyal little paper dolls."With a flick of her wrist and a muttered incantation, a small, controlled fireball erupted from her fingertips, incinerating the first two Card Guards in a puff of ash. The remaining guards froze in terror, then turned and fled back into the woods, leaving their Queen to fend for herself. "Cowards!" the Queen screamed. She turned her fury back onto the Wicked Witch. "You think you're powerful? I have the power of hearts!" A battle then ensues between the two power hungry villainesses. While the outcome is unclear, one thing is certain: one of these two villainesses from classic children's literature about a fantasy land will finally get their first CBUB win! But who? You decide!

Personally, I don't know what's scarier: the monsters in this battle, or the fact that nobody's ever done this battle before on this site!

Dracula, millennia into his existence, is weary and desperate. He has come to believe that his curse is not just vampirism, but soullessness. Through dark prophecies and forbidden lore, he learns of the Creature, a being stitched together from the dead, yet animated by a spark of divine origin—the very source of life itself. Dracula hypothesizes the Creature might possess a fragmented soul or the key to obtaining one, which he intends to forcefully extract. The Creature, having spent a century in desolate self-exile, has found a fragile sanctuary near an isolated monastery. He observes the monks, attempting to understand faith, morality, and the humanity denied him by his creator, Victor Frankenstein. He is a reluctant observer, seeking peace, not war. Dracula, utilizing his vast network of spies and supernatural senses, locates the Creature's remote sanctuary in the Carpathian mountains. He sends his vampire brides and servants to investigate, leading to a brutal skirmish with the Creature, who defends his peace fiercely. Dracula arrives personally, the atmosphere charged with dark power. He does not initially attack but engages the Creature in a dialogue. "We should consider the consequences of our actions, creature," Dracula's voice, a velvet caress despite the threat, broke the chilling silence of the castle hall. His gaze was fixed not on the creature's immense frame, but on the very energy that animated it. "Your existence is a blasphemy, a stolen flame. Give it to me. I can make it eternal." The Frankenstein monster recoiled, its stitched face twisting in a grotesque mask of revulsion. "Eternal? You speak of eternity as a gift, Count. I have seen your eternity, in the eyes of your thralls, in the dust of your forgotten victims." It raised a massive, scarred hand, pointing a trembling finger at the vampire's opulent attire. "You are merely a parasite, a hunger with a crown." "Arrogance!" Dracula spat the word, his eyes glowing red. "You, a collection of sewn parts, dare to lecture me on arrogance? I offer you purpose, a release from this half-life, and you refuse?" "I am a life, Count, not a 'half-life'," the creature rumbled, planting its feet firmly on the stone floor. "And I would rather be a single, fleeting moment of true life, than an eternity of your empty, consuming hunger." Dracula smiled, a cold, sharp baring of fangs. "So be it, then. The life spark will be mine, one way or another. I will drain it from your very being." The monster lowered its head, a guttural growl emanating from deep within its chest. "Then you will have to take it." The first strike followed immediately.

In the ethereal mists where legends intertwine, the cursed realm of Gallowmere found itself a new potential savior, though one equally burdened by the specter of perpetual peril. The air, usually thick with the cackles of the Red Arremer and the shuffling of resurrected zombies, crackled with an unfamiliar, yet distinctly chivalrous energy. A momentary rift in the fabric of the aether, a cosmic hiccup spanning dimensions, had inadvertently deposited Sir Arthur, the valiant knight of the Demon Realm, squarely into the familiar, yet subtly alien landscape of Gallowmere. Having faced down his own legions of the damned and the nefarious Astaroth countless times, Arthur surveyed his new, gloomy surroundings with a seasoned, if weary, eye, adjusting the polished steel of his helm and preparing for a fresh onslaught of the macabre in this new, unforgiving land. Meanwhile, Sir Daniel Fortesque, the skeletal champion of Gallowmere, valiantly wanders through his homeland, a hauntingly beautiful realm steeped in gothic atmosphere and the echoes of past conflicts. Though his initial "death" at the Battle of Gallowmere was an embarrassing and immediate affair, his resurrection by the dark sorcerer Zarok granted him a second chance at heroism, albeit in a rather decomposed state. Clad in his iconic armor and often wielding a broadsword or a throwing arm for ranged attacks, he navigates mist-shrouded graveyards, treacherous pumpkin patches, and the crumbling ramparts of the land's castles. His journey is one of redemption, as he seeks to defeat the evil that plagues the kingdom and finally earn the legendary status that eluded him in life. As Sir Arthur, clad in his shining armor, bravely battled through spectral foes in Gallowmere, he stumbled upon the grinning skull of Sir Daniel Fortesque, mistaking Dan's skeletal form and glowing eyes for another demon, while Dan, seeing Arthur's frantic, armor-clad assault, assumed the persistent, jousting knight was another minion of Zarok, leading to a clash of courage and confusion where Arthur's holy lance met Dan's trusty broadsword amidst bewildered screams of "For the Princess!" and "For Gallowmere!" Sir Arthur: (Raising his Lance, his voice stern and unwavering) "Halt, minion of the Demon Realm! You bear the stench of Astaroth's foul sorcery about you. Prepare to face the wrath of the noblest knight in the land!" Sir Daniel Fortesque: (Clutching the handle of his magic sword, rattling his bony jaw with defiance) "Astaroth? Fool! You are clearly one of the charlatan Zarok's twisted creations! A shining shell of a man, hiding a dark heart. I've dispatched far worse bag-of-bones than you!" Sir Arthur: (Eyes narrowing behind his visor) "Zarok? I know not this name, but your grotesque form is all the proof I need of your evil nature! You are a mockery of knighthood, a walking cadaver summoned from the grave to do your dark master's bidding!" Sir Daniel: (Banging his shield against his arm, genuinely offended) "Mockery? I gave my life for my kingdom! Unlike you, a pampered knight in pristine armor who likely hasn't faced a true challenge! You reek of the court, not the battlefield. Zarok sends his most pathetic pawns to greet me, it seems." Sir Arthur: (Planting his feet, ready for the fray) "Pathetic? My victories over the forces of darkness are legendary! You underestimate the might of a true hero, demon spawn. I shall strike you down and proceed to slay your master, as I have done countless times before!" Sir Daniel: (Pointing his sword at Arthur) "Legendary, is it? More like 'legendarily dead on the first charge'! I'll put you back in the grave, tin man, and finish my quest to stop Zarok’s undead army once and for all!" Sir Arthur: "Your quest ends here, servant of evil! For the Princess!" Sir Daniel: "For Gallowmere! En garde, monster!" (They charge at each other, their weapons clashing in the gloomy light.)

Three new Ghostface killers, obsessed with the "rules" of horror movies and creating a unique, high-profile massacre, decides to target a specific isolated location for their next big show. They choose a remote, upscale cabin that, unbeknownst to them, has a dark history with the Strangers (Man in the Mask, Dollface, and Pin-Up Girl). A family decides to rent out the cabin for a weekend, unaware of the dangers that surely await! One night, they get a random, anonymous phone call to which the mother answers. At first, it just starts out a friendly conversation between two strangers. When asked what plans they had for the evening, the mother mentions that she and her family are going to sit down and watch a scary movie. The person on the other end then asks the mother if she likes scary movies, to which the mother replies yes. The tone of the anonymous caller then goes from friendly to sinister when they ask the following question, "WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?!!" The mother then decides it's nothing more than a mere, bored weirdo and hangs up, thinking nothing of it. The phone rings again and it's the same caller, only this time they're pissed that they were hung up on. "Why did you hang up on me?! I believe I asked you a question!", the anonymous caller exclaimed. The mother starts becoming unusually disturbed, when suddenly the door bell rings. The father answers, and the person on the other end turns out to be a mysterious woman. Though she did her best to conceal herself in the darkness of the night, the father could make out the white mask on her face. "Is Tamara home?", she creepily asked. The father, noticing the disturbing expression on his wife's face, as well as the weirdness and creepiness of the mysterious lady at the door, deduces that a bunch of gangster friends are together playing some kind of cruel, sick prank. "Look, you and your friend can go find some other family to annoy, because this is a nice family vacation and we're not going to have it ruined by a bunch of sick little hoodlums pretending it's Halloween!", the father angrily hollered. "Friend?", Doll Face asked. "I'm afraid I don't follow." "Don't play dumb with me, sweet heart! My wife is talking to him on the phone as we speak and from the look on her face , she is greatly distraught! So why don't you, your friend on the phone, and whoever else you brought trick -or-treating with you vamoose before I call the police?!", he finished. "Oh, dear!", Doll Face exclaimed. "If that is indeed MY friend on the phone, he is greatly going against the plan. Might I give your wife a break and let me have a word with him?", she asked with a creepy yet almost concerned and friendly tone. The father rushed over to his wife, yanked the phone out of her hands and angrily tossed it at Doll Face. "What are you doing?", Doll Face asked into the phone, her tone shifting from creepy to downright angry and threatening, believing the person on the phone to be one of her accomplices (Pin-Up Girl or The Man in the Mask). "What do you mean what am I doing?! Who may I ask is this? Is this a family member of the lady I was just terrorizing? If so, don't you worry... YOU'LL GET YOURS, TOO!!", exclaimed the killer on the phone. "Why no", replied Doll Face. "This happens to be your leader, Doll Face!", she said , still thinking she was speaking to one of her teammates. "Listen hear, "dollface ", I...HAVE... NO...LEADER!!", the killer roared. Doll Face then begins catching on. "Now you listen, whoever you are. This family is ours for the terrorizing! So why don't you hang up now and find your own rabble of victims?!", challenged Doll Face. "Ohhh, I see (evil chuckles)! I like it! This means I get to disembowel not a helpless victim, but another killer! This'll make for a great Stab movie! A villain vs a villain, kinda like Freddy vs Jason!", Ghostface said enthusiastically. "Just tell me, "dollface ", what may I ask is your motive? What drives you to do what you do?, he asked her. "Because they're at home.", she replied simply. "Ahhh, a killer without a motive! I'll give you props! It's definitely scarier when there's no motive, I'll say that for you!", said Ghostface with an intrigued tone. "Listen, wannabe! This family is ours! So I suggest you hang up now, or we'll gladly set our sights on you as our victim!", threatened Doll Face. "NO, YOU LISTEN HERE, TOOTS!! IF YOU DO SO MUCH AS LAY A FINGER ON OUR HELPLESS VICTIMS, I'LL CARVE YOU UP LIKE A JACK-O'-LANTERN ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT!!", hollered Ghostface. (with a calmer, more enthusiastic tone) "So we can do this the easy way or... the fun way! It's your choice.", he continued. "Bring it on, wannabe!", insisted Doll Face. Suddenly, a window in the cabin shatters! The poor, helpless, frightened family evacuates immediately (though successful in doing so, as both parties are now fixated on taking each other down rather than the family). All three teammates currently dawning the mantle of Ghostface enter the kitchen, while the entire Stranger Family Doll Face, Pin-Up Girl and the Man in the Mask enter through the front door and come face-to-face with their newfound rivals. "Oh, what do you know! There's three of you! "The "fun way", as you called it should be even more fun than I thought", said Doll Face. One of the Ghostface killers picks up a jar off the kitchen counter and throws it at the chandelier in the kitchen, causing it to fall and shatter, thus darkening the cabin which has now become the battlefield for two masked teams of three. With the cabin now shrouded in darkness, the six killers each scatter throughout the house in a battle of stealth and wits! A team is crowned the winner when all three members of the other team are dead!

Wario, having just finished his latest, barely-legal microgame scheme and counting his meager (by his standards) earnings, stumbles upon an ancient text that speaks of a mystical, massive green emerald. The text describes the gem's immeasurable power, its ability to control the very fabric of reality, and its role in keeping a whole island afloat. Wario's eyes turn into dollar signs; "Forget a castle!", he greedily thinks to himself. "With this rock, I could have my own planet!" He uses his questionable tech skills to pinpoint the island's location: Angel Island. Meanwhile, Knuckles wanders into the deeper, unexplored jungles of Angel Island, thinking he’s still "on duty" because he’s on the island. He finds ancient ruins that mimic his modern life, making him question if he is a protector or just a prisoner of history. As he moves further from the altar, the the island begins to lose its "spiritual" warmth. He starts seeing visions of his ancestors (the Knuckles Tribe) who mock his complacency. This angers Knuckles, who decides next time someone dares to even attempt to steal the Master Emerald, he will prove to that person, his echidna ancestors and the entire world just what Knuckles The Echidna is made of! Wario's blimp roared over the clouds, a greasy silhouette against the sun, finally touching down on Angel Island with a heavy thump, the ground trembling under its weight as he cackled, "Heh heh! Wario's got the scent of treasure!" He waddled out, his yellow overalls a garish splash on the green island, eyes gleaming as he spotted the massive, pulsating green gem atop its pedestal, the Master Emerald, unguarded and glowing invitingly; "Mmm, shiny! Too easy!" With a greedy grin stretching wide, Wario simply grabbed the colossal gem, ignoring its familiar hum, hefted it into the back of his blimp, when suddenly he heard an immense holler from behind. Knuckles, the guardian of the emerald, has just arrived on the scene, fuming. Knuckles: (Slamming a giant fist against the metal blimp hull, causing it to slightly dent) HEY! You big, purple-overall-wearing oaf! What do you think you're doing with the Master Emerald?! Wario: (Leaning out of the blimp's cockpit window, picking his nose) Whaaat? Oh, this shiny rock? Finding's keepers, finders keepers! Wario needs cash, and this big green paperweight is worth a fortune! HA HA HA! Knuckles: "Paperweight"? That's the Master Emerald! The equilibrium of this entire island depends on it! You put it back right now, you walking pile of garlic breath! Wario: Garlic breath?!! Wario will show you what he's made of! A fight over the Master Emerald breaks out between two treasure-loving rivals to platforming video game heroes! Who wins?

It's Halloween season again. Carly Beth, haunted by her past, desperately wants a truly scary, powerful costume to feel in control, feeling that she's slowly slipping back into her role as the "scaredy-cat". She finds a strange, gooey, alien-looking "costume" at the same Halloween store where she once bought The Haunted Mask. It promises amazing features! Carly Beth puts it on, notices and loves the power, the agility, the scares she can dish out. It feels different from the Haunted Mask – empowering, not just monstrous. She's the coolest, scariest kid in town. Her best friend, Sabrina, begins noticing Carly Beth is becoming too mean, too aggressive, mirroring her old Haunted Mask behavior, even though the "costume" looks cool. She sees glimpses of the Mask's influence in the symbiote's suggestions. Meanwhile, The Haunted Mask, always seeking Carly Beth, re-possesses the shopkeeper and senses her new "costume." It's jealous/enraged that Carly Beth has found a replacement. On Halloween night, the possessed shopkeeper, now a grotesque Mask-monster, ambushes Carly Beth, while out trick-or-treating and wreaking the same type of havoc that she caused the first year she wore The Mask. The Haunted Mask is after both Carly Beth and the symbiote! Luckily for Carly Beth, this time she has new-found powers, stemming from the symbiote! Unafraid of her old mask and foe, she covers her entire body with the symbiote, thus transforming into a Venom-like monstrosity! It's a full moon on Halloween night, and a fight breaks out between two evil costumes that control their hosts and eventually turn them into monsters and become nearly impossible to break free from (only having one weakness of a "symbol of love" and loud noise)! Who wins!