Chain Shadow, The Gloomy Basement
The sound of wood dragged over stone, combined with the clanking of heavy chains, echoed through the deepest, darkest parts of the prison. However, now and again, it was broken by a deep voice singing.
"I've brought a lovely coffin,"
Chain Shadow skulked through the darkness, admiring the spooky echo and the poor lighting.
"And it's one you'll look quite fine in,"
What little electrical light there was was snuffed out by the roiling cloud of black fog leaking from beneath the lid of the coffin.
"I don't need any money, but I do ask instead..."
Though no victims were present, he had to get psyched up. This was the bigtime. An actual film, and not one of Filmshadow's weird surrealist "Shadow Noveaux" films. He'd been recruited as a monster for a feature film, and it was his job to fulfill that role to the fullest.
"That once you've received it, you'll agree to being dead."
Chain Shadow sighed and shook his head, tapping his foot and leaning against the wall.
"...this would be more spooky if there were still inmates..."
The Hominids- Gearing Up
The three hominids, ancient warriors of Mu, readied themselves at the docks. Discounting multiversal travel, which the inmates didn't have, and the various orgs would be reluctant to hand out, escape from the island meant coming here. Mummy Hominid addressed his junior monsters. Though, really, someone who kept track of seniority after nearly 4000 years tended to be the best choice of leader.
"GROAOAAORGH! GYRAAAGOOO. GROOOGH. GRAAR?"
"GRAAAAGH!" Swamp and Lightning replied.
"GYAAAAOOOR. GRAAAYOGRAAGH. GROOOOORL!" Mummy Hominid groaned, raising his fist.
"UNGAAAAAAH!" The two younger monsters repeated the gesture.
Whatever the conversation was, it seemed to end favorably, with Swamp Hominid making his way to the water, and Lightning Hominid making his way to the top of the dockhouse, starting to summon his storms. Mummy Hominid, meanwhile, headed into the prison proper. Perhaps he could find a phone to tell his cousins from Florsheim that he was going to be in a movie... if they could understand him.
Booregard, The Ganma
Booregard sat in the prison's library bored out of his mind. He'd joined up with Shocker+ in the hopes of getting advice from veteran Monsters for when he inevitably got called to fight the new Kamen Rider. But he didn't think it'd involve so much sitting around and waiting. Well, it wasn't like he had anything better to do with his unlife right now. If he wanted more interesting work, he was going to have to excel as a monster. Looking around, he began waving his hands, as books flew off the shelves and began circling above the room. He phased through the present bookcases and sat in a chair at the reading table. Raising up his feet, the Ganma settled into his poltergeist act. He was a Monster, dangit, and he was going to be the spookiest foe that Ghost ever faced or his name wasn't Booregard Spooksworth! He was going to do his parents proud.
