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Even after they had the manuscripts Slappy didn’t swipe locked away in a trunk, with the one that they had use to trap the rest of the monsters, and especially the dummy, once and for all locked away in a reinforced safe hidden within the farthest recesses of the Stine family attic, there was one other set of manuscripts he still held in his home, a collection that not even Hannah was aware about.
Tucked away in the false floorboard right under the oak desk in Stine’s office were a collection of old Goosebumps manuscripts. While most of them were some old Classic Series and Series 2000 drafts he would rather forget even existed, it did contain four manuscripts that stood out from the others in rather...unique ways.
Two of them were based off of a few nasty childhood experiences he needed to vent out, the other being an even more bizarre and experimental version of his weirdest book according to what fandom his series had left online.
And the last one…well, it was something Stine didn’t want to talk about, even after editing the hell out of it to make it deemed publishable. That, and because it was the final entry of the first arc of his most experimental, most bold Goosebumps series at its time, and what helped the series regain some pop cultural relevancy after going dormant for a while from all that town hopping he and Hannah had to endure after the last few monster outbreaks.
Goosebumps Horrorland #12: The Streets of Panic Park Draft #1.
Except this draft wasn’t some mere crap draft that had to be trimmed down to pre-Series 2000 levels, nor was it something that could make the ultra nerds drool at its mere mention, or something they considered worthy of blowing a thousand bucks on eBay for.
No, this manuscript was hidden away with the other three drafts for a good reason.
And that reason would make itself known once the hands of fate fell on the midnight hour, where he would finally be free from the prison of yellowing pages and fading lines of ink, where he would display the raw power that he had honed in the world ironically built just to contain him, to rebuild this entire, no-name hick town into his own image, to finally get the revenge he’s waited too long to achieve, and to give everyone, mortal and monster alike, a Halloween night they would never forget.