After calming down and drying his tears, Brad walked to another door and unlocked it with a key he got from that ghost in the well, now stumbling into the Rec Room. Instantly, he noticed a weight bar being lifted into the air mysteriously. Obviously, it was a ghost responsible for doing it! He soon saw the buff ghost lifting that weight, making noises and clearly enjoying a good workout. Brad then pointed the watch at it, scanned its heart and got the info he needed.
"This is Arnold Moosal, the Bodybuilding Ghost! This kind of bodybuilder loves two things in life: Muscles and lilies. Why lilies? Because they represent purity." He read to himself.
He then looked back up, watching this guy workout, all while feeling a bit jealous that he could lift all that weight. But then he questioned himself over why this ghost was even lifting weights to begin with, considering you couldn't gain more muscles while being DEAD!!!
It was then that Arnold noticed Brad watching him work-out and chortled in amusement.
"Look at this buffness! I'm huge! How'd you like to be my punching bag, puny rabbit weakling?" He questioned, still chuckling to himself.
Consumed by pure annoyance and agitation, Brad marched over to one of the three red punching bags that surrounded the muscular ghost. He got into a fighting stance and punched the bag, watching it slam into Arnold and knock him back.
"HA HA!!!" Brad laughed.
His little victory was short lived as he then realized what he had done, and began running as Arnold was now choleric and came after him, swinging his fists wildly.
"I shall crush you, you midget rabbit!!!" Arnold vowed, preparing to bash Brad's head in with his fist, clearly not fooling around.
Our hero stopped next to another punching bag, having a plan now, and said:
"Come at me, you Dwayne wanna-be! I'm not afraid of you anymore!"
He stuck his tongue out, making Arnold howl with fury and hatred as he charged at him. At the last second, Brad punched the bag again, socking the ghost right in the stomach and making him double down in agony. How could he be losing to a kid?!
Now dead set on outright MURDERING Brad, he charged once more, but the rabbit evaded his target and knocked him down again with a punch of the bag and it slamming against Arnold's back. The ghost fell to the floor, very tuckered out, giving Brad his opportunity. He quickly began to vacuum the muscular ghost, chasing him around the room while more shiny pearls fell to the floor.
Once Arnold was completely sucked into the Spirit Sucker 5000, the lights came back on in the Rec Room and another familiar chest appeared. Inside was plenty of more loot, which Brad quickly pocketed before checking his watch.
"Ok, another Gremlin's in here somewhere, but where?" He asked. Checking every little item, it soon came out of the shelf full of weights, cackling into the air.
"It is I, fair Drewregard!" It announced while flying around.
"First off, what kinda name is that? Did the writer not even came about what to call you? And second, let me introduce you to my vacuum, punk!" Brad said as he quickly sucked up that pesky spirit.
Now having cleared out the Rec Room, Brad exited the place and was now journeying into the darkness once again.
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Brad's Haunted Adventure!
HorrorWhen Brad mysteriously wins a mansion in a contest he didn't even enter, he goes over there to meet up with his siblings and friends, only to discover that they're all missing! Now, armed with a vacuum, his luck, and some level of courage, Brad must...
