#re-animator vs reagent

[randombrainwritings]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Re-Animator (Movies - Combs) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Daniel Cain, Herbert West (Re-Animator), Original Characters Additional Tags: Rating May Change, Re-Animator vs. The Reagent, Blood and Gore Summary:

This is my very own re-Animator 4 concept! It will have gore! Tragedy! Death! Creatures!

[thespookysquid]

The Army of Darkness vs Reanimator comics AND the Novelization both call it yellow but it's fuckin green right. Like everyone I know says it's green it's totally green

[mr-e-nigma]

Herbert, to Chet: You want a really cool drug?

Ash, pulling Herbert away: No. Nope. Don’t you fucking dare.

[my-little-wraithlings]

Some ideas for the evil dead/reanimator/bioshock crossover I wanna write:

- Herbert and Ash huddled up together in one of the crawl spaces to rest and get their barrings.

- Because Ash has the chainsaw on, an injured Little Sister mistakes him for a strange-looking Big Daddy. Ash immediately gets attached to her.

- Herbert feeling strangely conflicted because he's fascinated by the concept of the sea slugs but not even his morality's black enough to fathom shoving the slugs into children.

- The reagent Herbert takes makes him more susceptible to splicing addiction.

- Re-animated Splicer controlled by Herbert using the Frenzy plasmid.

- Re-animated Splicer vs. Deadite Splicer

- Cohen being creepy and forcing Ash and Herbert to dance if they want access to a certain part of Fort Frolic.

- Herbert's reagent runs out and he starts to go into a weird kind of withdrawal and resorts to splicing. Ash and his new adopted Little Sister go on a scavenger hunt to get things for Herbert to make more reagent.

- Ash and Herbert doing half-clothed bathing in the Arcadia river.

- Ash and Herbert being dumb and gay, making out in Arcadia

- Ash and Herbert getting drunk in the winery and eatingplaying with honey

- Herbert finds the rare and elusive teleportation plasmid of the Houdini splicers.

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If I ever do get around to writing this, should I keep it purely Ashbert or should I toss Dan's dumb ass in there to mix things up?

[miskatonique]

i know i shouldn’t be bitching about a movie that’s almost 20 years old, but if i were going to rewrite beyond re-animator i would have the prison riot take place at the very beginning of the film, herbert escapes to find dan and confront him about turning him in 13 years ago, and then we get a sort of 1v1 of dan vs herbert that bruce and jeff talked about briefly in the bride of re-animator commentary, and then herbert DIES and dan uses the reagent to bring him back and that’s how the movie ends, with herbert coming back to life and winning by completely corrupting dan and being the first ( almost? ) completely successful reanimation

[randombrainwritings]

Re-Animator Vs. The Reagent

(2,310 Words)

TW: Gore

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Hey! This is my first draft of Chapter 1 of my Re-Animator 4 concept. It takes place after Beyond Re-Animator.

Story under the cut!

Reanimator 4 Concept: “Re-Animator vs. The Reagent.”

1

The red front door opens and two men, forty-ish, walk through the door. Into a living room with a kitchen on the right and a couch with TV on the left. The shorter man in a black knitted sweater, that’s slightly too big, is greeted by a woman. The taller man, who’s wearing an undershirt, glances at both of them.

”Herbert West, this is my wife, Wendy.”

”Hello.” Her voice is soft.

Wendy is a blonde woman, with soft features and silver round glasses on. She holds out her hand, West gives a glare. She awkwardly lowers it and glances at her husband, Daniel Cain. 

Daniel raises a hand and calls out, “Abby our guest is here!” Herbert’s eyes widened when he sees a small child with more wavy hair than her. She rushes over and hugs his leg, not looking up. 

“What’s your favorite color?! Where you from?! What you like?!” She rambles as she nuzzles his black pants over his leg. Herbert gives a look to Daniel. 

“Oh yeah, she loves people not very shy at all–” 

Abby slowly looks up at Herbert and sees his face. His face aged, with his cheap plastic glasses that caged his piercing hazel eyes, some mysterious red stains on the collar of the dress shirt peeking from the sweater. Her small brown eyes stared, she felt… unsafe as she looked at him. An alarm went off in her head. Her eyes welled up into tears and she ran away crying. She ran down the carpeted hall and to the right, to her room. 

Daniel raises an eyebrow. “That’s so strange. She normally loves meeting new people.” He walks down the hall, his wife and Herbert in tow. He looks at Wendy, “Can you show Mr. West the basement please?” She nods and looks at Herbert to follow her. As the two leave, Dan walks into his daughter’s cluttered room. He bends down and looks at Abby, who is hiding under her bed. His head is so lowered that the side of his head and his short brown hair touch the hardwood floor. “Come on Abby, he don’t bite.” She shakes her head.

“No he’s scary!”

“Come on, he's in the basement, you can come out.”

She shakes her head, “Nuh uh. I see his shoes.” Daniel turns his head, his head still on the floor. He sees Herbert’s black dress pants and leather black shoes. He gets up with a grunt and uses his knees to stand. He looks at him as Herbert looks back expectantly. Daniel turns his head. 

“Dear, I'll show Herbert West the basement and I'll be back, okay?”

“Okay…” Abby respondes shyly, almost sadly. He looks back at West, he nods his head towards where the basement is. Daniel nods and leaves Abby’s room. They walk to the basement in an awkward silence. They last met seventeen years ago. Herbert may have only been in Daniel’s life in his early or mid-twenties for about eight months and a week; yet, he was the biggest part that clouded his mind. It is hard to forget the mad scientist that you helped so willingly back then. They open a metal door at the very end of the hall, go down some rickety stairs, then into a concrete walled and floored basement. It’s rather empty but there are small rooms on the side, even a small bathroom. 

“I see our original home near the cemetery got destroyed, hm?” West comments. 

“Well, not exactly. The cemetery at least wasn’t touched, but this house had a remodel of the century, there are still remnants of our old house. I’m pretty sure they missed something by the small stench in here.”

“Ah, I see they painted over some of the old bricks.” He points to a wall with small bricks fitted with the cement blocks. Daniel hums in acknowledgement. 

“Well,” he walks to a small empty dusty room next to the bathroom, “I guess that can be a bedroom….” He mumbles to himself. Herbert looks at the metal tables with tablecloth on them in the room and looks under with a smirk.

“These were my lab tables.” He points at a scratched “HW” underneath. 

“Guess they are… they are some sturdy tables.” Daniel notices him glancing at the dusty pool table. Cain sighs and starts pushing it, Herbert joins in. The two start pushing it with grunts, the pool table is surprisingly heavy. They shove it into one of the extra rooms used for storage. They go out and push the metal tables where Herbert wants them. 

As the men arrange the basement Wendy Cain is in her and her husband’s room straightening her dirty blond hair, you can see the tight curls closer to the neck. She sits at her vanity as her daughter jumps on the big bed. 

“Mom! When I saw him! My brain went BARK BARK BARK!”

Wendy chuckles, “Sweetheart please stop barking.” She says in her soft voice. She unplugged the straighter. Gets off of the velvet seat and goes to her daughter. “What’s bugging you?” She picks Abby up and rests her on her hip. Then sits down back at her vanity as Abby is now on her lap.

“When I see him! I just BARK BARK BARK!”

“Ah like an alarm bell?”

“Yes! He bad, I know it!”

“You’re still barking.”

“What?!”

Wendy giggles, “What’s so scary, huh?”

“Dunno just is.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Why?”

“It’s because I trust your father. He must’ve been a good friend if he’s allowed to live with him after so long.”

“Hmm.”

Wendy looks around her cozy bedroom with dark blue walls and photos of her and Daniel’s wedding photos. She thinks for a moment.

“The reason for the “alarm bells” is called your gut instinct.”

“Oh. Is that right?”

“Well sometimes it is. But it can be wrong, like I thought my uncle Tim was scary. But it turns out he is the sweetest man ever.”

“I like uncle Tim.”

“See? Sometimes your gut is right and sometimes it’s not. Plus you probably won't see our roommate much anyway.” She shrugs. “No worries.”Abby smiles and is much calmer now.

The basement is more neat now. Nicely placed clean, metal tables. Daniel places the last stool needed for the last table, he stands next to Herbert, the two men stand in silence. They stare at each other while slightly panting, the tension going thick. 

West sighs, “Why, Dan?” Dan goes still as he hesitates. He knew this question was coming; he knew it when he sent him to prison. He tries to think of anything, he sees his old– not sure what to call it, tap his foot impatiently. 

“I…I..”

“I, what, Dan?” He questions sternly.

“I was…,” he gulps, “Terrified.”

He gives a glare. “I don’t believe you, Dan.” 

“When you made that bride– it was too much!”

“Oh! Raising the dead was fine, but making you a gift with the dead WAS NOT?!”

“It was only around for five minutes and harmed people, Herbert!”

“Oh barely! She was dumb enough to come back, and got in the way! It didn’t even pay off at the end! Considering you’re with someone else…” “That does not matter! The bride herself was suffering! She breaks every scientific law on the planet! She should not have been made.”

“You only say that now, but back then–”

“I was dumb! I was in my twenties!”

“Good to see you enjoyed your thirties.”

Cain groans.

“I see your guilt.” He says softer and barley hides his amusement.

Daniel sighs, “Some days I’m surprised I wasn’t in that cell with you.” 

The other’s eyes widen at the confession but his gaze hardens. “I can ask the same thing, Dan.” Herbert replies in a soft yet accusatory tone. Daniel goes quiet, avoiding eye contact. “You know I’m stubborn.” He crosses his arms, glaring. 

“I…God you’d kill me in my sleep…”

“Dan…you know I’m stubborn.”

Daniel sighs and looks anywhere but at him. “It took a lot of cleaning and stashing to get where I am.”

“If you weren't thinking of just yourself, I would be impressed. Now tell me. How did I get to rot in a cell alone…? I was very alone, Dan.”

“Fine, I hid all the recorders– any evidence of my participation anywhere.”

“What about the finger prints, hm?” 

“Bleached.”

The spectacled man looks at him with an offended/impressed look.

“When, weren’t you with her the whole time–”

“When I could, I told her I was ‘thinking it over’ and she believed me.”

“You betrayed me, first for her, then you were too cowardly to join me.”

“Of course I was! I had a whole life ahead!”

“Y’know Dan you're glad you hide yourself so well from the court and I cared! You know all the black mail I could’ve used? I’m surprised Francesca didn’t rat you out. You may have betrayed me for her, but she thought you were at least partially mad.” Daniel looks at the floor as he respondes quietly, “I just kept reminding her of what you did…”

He pauses, “You are surprisingly cruel and clever. Not used to it.” 

Daniel almost rolls his eyes, “I’m about to be more cruel. I’m not helping you with your experiments.”

Herbert gives him wet eyes, “What?”

The other pinches the bridge of his nose, “Don’t look at me like that, I’m surprised you're even in my presence.”

“What do you mean, Dan? You think I’m not clever enough to let go of potential?”

“You know the whole reason why I hid the evidence so I didn’t go to prison while you were dead. I thought you died.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“I learned that long ago. Now I need to know how you even survive the rubble?” 

“You definitely have brightened, back in ‘85 you didn’t even question how I survived Hill. Well if you must know…”

Back in 1985 Herbert West had an intestine wrapped around his throat. The intestine belonged to a headless body, that West overdosed on reagent. When Daniel Cain and his fiancé, now deceased, ran away from the Miskatonic Massacre.  Herbert West remembers seeing the fog in the morgue full of re-animated zombies. He’s not sure if there was fog or just his vision going blurry from the asphyxiation. He saw a scalpel conveniently near his reach. He stretched, grabbed, and started stabbing. His eyes watery and blurry he stabbed for anywhere that was not himself or the ground. Second he got that gasp of foul air, he was freed. 

Daniel raises an eyebrow, “What about the crypt.”

He hums, his face turns into wonder, “There was a perfect air pocket that I could crawl out of, but I remember running into Hill’s head and what he said was… peculiar to say the least.

West can see it now. Him squeezing through his failed experiments, large rocks, and debris. As he army crawls, shifts, feeling the rocks get tighter until he sees Hill’s head. That old bastard getting crushed between two rocks. He bleeds from his mouth, nose, ears, even from the eyes! Herbert does a small chuckle thinking of the head’s soon demise. 

“Weeeessstttt.” Hill mumbles with his red stained teeth. Not caring for possible insults he continues to wiggle through. “You know West I’m glad I didn’t make you my assistant…” West whips his head around to look at the old man. He would never work for that plagiarist but still finds it offensive. Hill smirked. “Caught your attention, didn’t it? But what I said is TRUE. If being or having an assistant is so WONDERFUL! Why is Danny up there, and you’re down here?!” The other had no words to speak. The head chuckles, but mid-way through he coughs up blood. “You know there is no point in going up there, West. Either go to the white light and just stop now; or, go see the red and blue and dig this hole deeper.” Herbert West pauses, absorbing every word; it's the most thought Hill ever put in his head. In the middle of thought Hill bites the back of his thigh hard! It causes Herbert to jolt up and hit his head on the rocky ceiling of the air pocket. He army crawls faster, the grim gathering under his nails as he digs his way out through the dirt and the dead. He sees the light of the moon, as he sticks his head out he feels the cool winds of the night. 

Daniel has his arms crossed with a brow raised, “And prison?”

The other man smirks, “Let free with a blind eye.”

“Mhm. Now you’re here.” 

“Absolutely. I did make an assistant in prison but… he is…well… inferior. He would be more into it than you; yet, it didn’t feel right.”

“Interesting. Anyway, since I’m letting you into my home. I do need to tell you how things are going to run.”

Herbert smiles, “I’m all ears.”

Daniel sighs, “Well as you know is that I am not helping you with the work. And you better keep this away from my family.”

“What if the small one runs in here?”

“Then kick her out! You’re being obtuse on purpose. If her or my wife gets injured because of your experiments. I might kill you before the corpses do!”

West is unfazed by the other’s soft threat. “Well, are you even going to help me? Or just bring me here for answers then make me scavenge on my own?”

He sighs, “I am going to help you. You get to live here.”

“Price?”

“None.”

“None?”

“Not a nickel, as a now experienced doctor. I don’t need it.”

West has a pleased look and holds out his hand, “Done?”

Daniel takes his hand, “Done.” 

If you read this... Thank you so much for your time! This is my first ever fanfic and I’m excited for sure! Critiques/comments are welcome! :)