Beneath Ouija's mansion is a dark dungeon. Its aesthetics reflected more of a hospital than a home. Candlelight barely illuminated the halls' subdued colors. The tiled floors echoed every step taken by the homeowner. Outside of his usual lab work, there is usually never a noise but him and his experiments in the twisted basement.
Thus, when a loud crash occurred, it drew his immediate attention.
Ouija entered the storeroom of his laboratory. Inside the storeroom were containers of nuts and bolts, robotic parts, spare scrap, and oils. Multiple mannequins and animatronic exoskeletons occupied the center of the room. Gargoyles and statues took up space in the far corner. Two anthropomorphic animatronics were hooked up to some kind of charging station in the other far corner. Ouija immediately identified the problem; a freshly made hole in the ceiling.
"Weeeh," Ouija narrowed his eyes and made a small, whining noise. He moved through the mannequins, but found nobody hiding. He examined the boxes of robot parts. One of the hands inside flipped Ouija the bird, and he took out the vacuum rod. The finger retracted. Ouija moved on to the two animatronics. One was a wolf, and the other a yellow bird. Their bodies were feminine, with emphasized curvaceous figures. Their soulless eyes stared back at Ouija and made him uneasy. He searched the statues, and found an odd human-shaped one wearing an eyepatch. When he drew in close, its head slightly twitched. Frightened, Ouija leapt backwards and knocked over the mannequins trying to get to the door. The statue transformed into a raccoon with huge testicles.
"Ouija-chan!" Gamer said with an erratic Japanese accent, the eyepatch flinging off.
Ouija hoofed it out of the storeroom. Gamer followed on his massive balls like bouncing on a pogo stick. However, when he plopped out into the hallway, Ouija was already out of sight. The dim, branching path seemed daunting.
"Dammit, not the best power up for mobility. Invulnerability always has a drawback," Gamer sighed. He opened his inventory and unequipped the tanuki suit. It disappeared, and the tail reappeared in the next open slot. Gamer noted, "Suits don't stick around like the flare flowers. I can come and go as a tanuki whenever I want. Samira?"
Nothing. He ran solo. Gamer treaded the hall carefully. A few doors lined each side of the hall, and a handful of turns meant any lurking evils could spring a trap at any moment.
The first split came up and Gamer peeked around the corner. The branch was a shorter extension that led to a sliding glass door. A sign above it read 'Lab 3'. Gamer shrugged and decided to check it out.
The door automatically slid open at Gamer's proximity. The inside contained control panels, huge monitors, and a bunch of stereotypical laboratory equipment. Lockers were located near the sliding doors, with no locks on their handles. Test tubes lined the back wall, with a couple currently occupied by oddly-shaped, ghoulish men. A center cylinder with black opaque glass sat on a holding platform. No Ouija.
Gamer went around to the test tubes and checked out the freaks. They were Marcos; not quite the same as the psychopath Gamer fought. They had deformations in their limbs and size. Some were stocky, lanky, bite-size, or unrecognizable malformations.
"Ghosts, ghouls, and goblins...I hate them all," Gamer showed disgust. With all their mutations and the environment clues, he realized something, "Well, didn't expect to see this douche again. I guess Ouija's cloning his brother..."
One of the screens turned on. Ouija glared straight down the camera. He remained mute while clacking his keyboard.
"Hey, there, pal. We can do this the easy way and you give up that vacuum, or we can do this the hard, pacifist way and I make sweet sugary love to you until you're unconscious," Gamer offered.
Ouija snorted, and finished his input. A hiss came from the central cylinder of the room. The opaque canister slowly split open. As it parted, smoke billowed out and littered the lab. Inside, a unique animatronic lurched up to attention. Its movements sounded like metal, its body was a chromatic black like metal, and the shifts in its movement denoted great weight like metal. Other than these aspects, it was a spitting image of Marco.
On the monitor screens, Ouija took out his vacuum. He fiddled with some switches on the handle and then turned it on. Instead of sucking, it shot out a wisp. The wisp was red, and had a mustache.
"Qual è il significato di questo, Ouija? Dove sono?" Marco's spirit inquired. (What is the meaning of this, Ouija? Where am I?)
Ouija grabbed it by its spirit tendril and then threw it. Marco's wisp flew offscreen. After zipping out of sight, it eventually flew into the lab. The wisp entered the fake Marco. Like the piano, the wisp brought life to the inanimate psychopath.
"Ci torno sempre!" Metal Marco glared forward. His tone was amplified by a cool ass metallic effect. (I always come back!)
Marco checked the room, but to his and Ouija's surprise, Gamer wasn't present. He slipped away in all the smoke. Marco stomped around and investigated. He sneered at his clones in the tubes, and glared at Ouija.
"Weeeh," Ouija whined and cut the feed.
Marco moved to the lockers next. They may be tall enough to hide Gamer, but Marco eventually moved on. No way anybody would hide in a locker. He left the labs and entered the hallway.
Upon exiting, Marco heard the sound of a locker opening and shutting. He then heard the low murmur of Gamer, "Great, I need to eat a shoe now..."
Marco rushed back into the lab with heavy, metallic thuds. On arrival, the room was yet again empty. Marco grumbled, but then he heard movement from above. He saw a large vent past all the hanging light fixtures. Its covering was slightly ajar.
Inside the vent, Gamer laid on his knees and arms. He giggled, "Horror game stealth mechanics are so broken."
A noise bar appeared in the corner of Gamer's view, and it picked up his vocals and breathing. His eyes widened, "What's this now?"
A metallic fist suddenly punched through right under Gamer's face. He yelled and pulled his head back, only to bump it into the vent ceiling. The metallic hand pulled down on the vent, and the entire section collapsed into the lab. Gamer and Metal Marco tumbled down.
Gamer rolled and popped up to his feet. As Marco recovered, he grabbed the iron covering of the vent and frisbee threw it at Gamer. The target ducked, and the covering wedged itself between the two tubes with the Marco clones. They barely held form, since the grate created webs of cracks across the clones' tubes. One held a fat, proportionally horizontal Marco, and the other was thin and gangly.
The metallic psychopath jumped with the same veracity the real Marco had. Gamer dodged the incoming punch, but couldn't retaliate. What would Persica think of him if he attacked the man he already once incinerated? Pacifist run ruined!
A jumping kick was aimed for Gamer's head, but he dropped to the floor and crawled away. Marco, however, smashed right into the compromised clone tubes. His impact and the lodged vent cover were enough to shatter the tubes. The liquid spilled out, and the clones tumbled to the floor.
The inciting chaos gave Gamer the opportunity to dash out of the lab. Marco began to give chase, but two pairs of hands grasped onto him. The Marco clones moaned like zombies while pulling on Metal Marco, "Waaah..."
Metal Marco tried to shrug them off, but they always tackled him again. They dragged him to the ground and prevented him from dogging after Gamer.
Gamer took a cautious jaunt down the hallway. He kicked down each lab door he came across, and if there was no sign of green bro Marco, he moved on. He ignored the body parts room, the giant acid vat room, and robotics and sex toy room. He eventually found a high-tech, reinforced door with the sign 'Security' above it.
Kicking it down was out of the question, but a tablet on the side caught Gamer's attention. He moved over to it and the screen lit up. It was an unlock screen.
"I don't have the keycard for this. Samira, can you hack in to this for me?" Gamer asked.
"Would if I could, bro. But I can let you hack into it remotely. I'm too swamped right now," Samira did a quick hack and changed the screen to something akin to a puzzle.
Blocks lined the bottom of the screen, and an I-shaped block slowly fell towards them. He needed to fit it in the right place to hack the door.
"Shit, typical horror puzzles. I have to be careful," Gamer began to sweat. He used the onscreen controls to move the I block. It was a slow crawl, and no room for mistakes. The blocks in the bottom were filled up all on one side, which left the other side a perfect slot for the I block. Gamer's hands were sweaty and knees were weak. All he could think of to calm his nerves was mom's spaghetti. It was gonna be tough. It closed in on the hole. With luck and pure video game skills, Gamer moved the block right into place. All the blocks on screen disappeared with a retro beeping, and the door unlocked.
"Thank goodness," Gamer let out a sigh, and wiped the gallon's worth of sweat from his face and neck.