TftW: In The Walken's Den
TftW: In The Walken's Den.
Chris Walken TF w/Were-Walken and virus motif.
This is a horror comedy story that tells of what happens when you obsess over someone for long enough and go around snooping in other people's business including such things as posting videos of theirs online without permission for lulzy purposes. This is also inspired by Nothing But Trouble and House Of 1000 Corpses. This is also where we actually see what the Walken's den looks like. This is also inspired by the Eagles song Hotel California.
Rupert aka RuthlessRupert was the kind of troll wannabe that only existed for one purpose, to screw people over and to be screwed over himself -- and that was about it, he wasn't particularly bright and he was very nosy and enjoyed snooping around in places that he didn't belong, he was obsessed with finding the elusive Walken that had been haunting the streets at night and had dedicated his whole life to tracking down the Walken or 'Were-Walken' as he often called him. He had videos of the Walken sightings which he had mirrored from another one of Nathan's friends for the purpose of lulz, unfortunately this made him a lot worse.
These 'Walken' sightings had been reported for several nights now, draining the blood of several humans and turning them into his minions - all Walken-like just like him as a result of him biting them. You see, if a human is bitten by a Walken - they will turn into one themselves, the process sometimes varies - sometimes it is slow and gradual - slowly but gradually altering them physically and mentally.
When the former happens, it's usually unnoticeable at first but as it gets stronger the process becomes more noticeable as the victim is slowly but surely transformed into a Walken, usually with the mental side of the transformation it is the instincts and Walkeny mindset that start to develop first, along with an appetite for human blood and a desire for more cowbell as well as a more vicious and bloodthirsty mindset. And also they become more obedient to the Walken who turned them, referring to them as their 'master' and getting the desire to be so loyal and Walkeny.
Of course sometimes the process is instantaneous with the person becoming Walkeny overnight, it is implied that in some cases a human bitten by a Walken - specifically an alpha Walken will become a Walken on the night of the blood moon which is sometimes within the same week of or after the night they were first bitten. With female victims, they become alluring vampiress types known as She-Hessians - who are treated with love and respect by the Walken who turned them.
Rupert here was anxious to find out more about these Walken sightings, which was of course was going to prove to be a huge mistake on his half, because if there's one thing Walkens are known for - it's hunting down those who have been bad and using their dark powers to give them horrific nightmarish visions. One night he set out on a mission to catch the elusive Walken, after he chatted to Nathan online about wanting to find out more about it - Nathan agreed to help him, but as soon as Nathan left him all alone, he blabbed to his stupid buddies on a forum about this and how about he was going to hunt the 'Walken' down.
That night, he was making his way over to the location where Nathan said the 'Walken' attacks were happening and to where the Walken was said to live, up ahead in the distance - he saw a frightening sight - a dark, gothic hotel of some kind. There was the smell of blood in the air, his head grew heavy and his sight grew dim - so he decided to stop for the night. As he approached the main entrance, he could make out a sign that said the 'Walken's Den', it appeared to be for some kind of hotel, Nathan stood in the doorway as the mission bell could be heard, he held up a torch as he made his way across.
"This place could be heaven...or it could be hell."
"Welcome...I suppose you're here for the Walkens, yes?"
"Yes...I was told the Walken or Were-Walken as I call him lives here..."
"And you heard right, however - he's not here at the moment."
"When will he be here?"
"Very soon...in fact probably much sooner than you think."
Nathan showed Rupert the way, the doors of the hotel opened as if by supernatural magic as he guided him all the way into the hotel - once he had gotten to the hallway, Rupert swore he could hear voices from the corridor - and he swore that he heard them welcoming him, as if it was a harbinger of things to come. The rooms were all delightfully twisted with a gothic blend.
"Welcome to The Walken's Den."
"Woah, it's such a spooky but eerily lovely place."
"Yes, it is a rather lovely place. Owned by such a lovely face."
"This place is creepily awesome. Does the Walken himself run this place?"
"He certainly does."
"Are there any other Walkens here?"
"Oh yes, he has a lot of fellow Walkens - that are his friends."
Looking over to the courtyard, he could see several Walkens and She-Hessians dancing together to a haunting but soothing melody, a dance to remember, a dance also not to forget. Nathan waved to one of the fellow Walkens, who bowed to him. Upon reaching the room he was to stay for the night, he opened the door and walked in before sitting down on the bed.
"Can I spend the night here? It would be just wonderful if I could."
"Of course you can, but once you've spent the night - there's no turning back."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well...once you stay the night here, you'll be here forever."
"Is it cursed or something?"
"Yesss....as you soon will see."
He smirked slightly as he left the room, leaving Rupert to contemplate over what Nathan meant, of course he thought this was some kind of stupid attempt at trying to scare him or that it was a Five Nights At Freddy's scenario, but it turned out to be more than that. But little did he know was that his own persistence would lead to his downfall.
As he laid down on the bed, he found himself having trouble sleeping - he had dreams of being in the hotel that started off nice and calm but turned into nightmarish visions of him being hunted down by the Walken and having his blood drained. To add more to this, the voices he heard from the hallway kept him up - and he could hear them speaking, they were talking about him...talking about how nice he'd be as one of them.
"I must be hearing things, what's in the wine I drank earlier?"
"That's blood..and it's from the year 1969."
"Blood? Oh I get it...it's that vampire wine stuff that looks like blood."
"Nooo.. it's not."
"It's cherry juice?"
"Is it fake blood?"
"No...it's REAL blood."
There was a series of low-growls and hissing sounds as the blood moon became visible, peering out from behind the clouds, the hissing increased as it sent a chill down his spine and that was not all, the voices from the corridor echoed as fierce roars emitted from nearby, without warning he was suddenly ambushed by Nathan - who hissed as he grabbed him by the neck with inhuman strength.
"I just love it when humans like you come along."
"Wow...this Walken/Were-Walken stuff is great... how do yo do it, Nathan? I mean I know you were really lulzy when I talked to you IRL because you're just so ridiculously foolish but you're also so self-aware...yet you can't help it."
"You're the foolish one, because you've fallen for my trap."
"But..isn't this some sort of lulzy joke or something?"
"No. Rupert, this is no joke, this is no hoax...this is all real."
"I don't understand..."
"Don't play dumb with me, I know that you totally screwed me over by trash-talking about me on the forum to your stupid friends who are probably equally as moronic as you are, people like you make me sick."
"I'm sorry, man...I didn't mean to."
"Sorry isn't good enough already here, you should have known better than to screw me over like that, which was very horrendous by the way. You like using people for purposes like that, you enjoy being screwed over and screwing over people over. It's the only thing that matters to a failtroll wannabe like you."
"I'm sorry...please don't hurt me."
"But trolls and the like aren't any different than creatures of the night or drug addicts really, I mean they're all addicted to something and they all thrive on something in order to keep themselves from starvings. With trolls, it's always lulz. But with types like me...it's something of a much more gruesome nature."
"I'll give you whatever you want...please don't hurt me..or kill me."
"What I want is...blood. And more cowbelll..."
Nathan snarled slightly and as he did, his voice changed slightly to become lower and slightly rougher in pitch, developing a low baritone and a slight New York accent. In the process his eye color shifted to icy blue as his eyes gave off a hypnotic supernatural glow, he licked his lips as his fingernails lengthened and sharpened.
"Holy crap...did your eyes just glow? And are those real claws?"
"And your voice...it sounds familiar..."
"As it should..."
"I've seen those icy blue eyes before...are those the eyes of the Walken?"
"Yes. And you know the Walken that's been terrorizing the city? The Walken that you've been searching for this whole time? The one that brought you here? Well here's the big reveal...that Walken, that Walken is me."
"Y-Y-you're the W-W-Walken?"
"Oh yes...I am."
"But you were human when I talked to you online."
"That's because it was daytime when you talked to me and I was in my human form using my everyday human name and profile. The fact my icon is in fact of Walken should have given away the fact I wasn't human."
"You see, Walkens can blend in with humans by taking on a more humanoid un-Walkeny appearance. They use this form as a disguise during the day and also lul their victims in to a false of security after winning them over with their charm."
"Yes..and like most Walkens. I'm much smarter than I look, for I knew you were going to try and stab me in the back later by blabbing to your friends about how laughable you thought it was, I knew you weren't going to take no for an answer and I knew that you would be stupid enough to come to a hotel that is run by and occupied by - thousands of Walkens and She-Hessians. Of course, like the good Walken I am...I didn't want to reveal the secret for you entirely, but I think those several hints did the trick just fine."
"I thought this was all pretend..."
"Unfortunately for you, it's very real. This place is called the Walken's Den for a reason, this hotel may seem glamorous to unsuspecting humans, but at night when the doors close and the moon arises - that's when the real nature of it all shines through. For centuries, us Walkens have used places like this to attract prey."
"Oh crap, i'm going to be next on the menu aren't I?"
"Exactly. That's why I told you that once you stay here, you'll be here forever."
"I change my mind...I want to go home."
"You can't go home..."
"Because THIS is your home now."
"I don't like this at all...this is not a nice surprise at all.."
"You should have brought your alibis."
He ran out of his room in a frightened rush, this was all too much - he didn't ask for this or so he kept saying to himself, but as much as he tried to deny it...there was no denying that he was definitely about to bite off more than he could chew, as the hisses and snarls of the Walkens and She-Hessians echoed from down the hall. There were mirrors on the ceiling, and blood red champagne on ice.
"I didn't ask for this..."
"Oh yes you did, you wanted to know what all this Walken business was about...and now...you are going to regret it. Humans like you are so gullible - they always go snooping around in places they don't belong."
"All I wanted was to know more about the Walken..."
"But now you've bitten off more than you could chew. Now there is no escape, you are now trapped forever - in your very own nightmare. A nightmare in which you cannot get out of, you asked for this and now you are a prisoner - like all the other humans who
were brought here, you're a prisoner- of your own device."
He growled a few times as he slowly but surely transformed, his skin lost all imperfections as his skintone slowly paled and became more ghostly and vampiric in appearance, his arms elongated and grew more lithe as his hands shifted - until they looked more Walkeny than human, his fingers elongated as his knuckles jutted and became more pronounced, his fingernails slowly extended as they lengthened and sharpened until they were akin to claws - he hissed several times during this. Rupert backed away slightly as he recognized the pale skintone, long arms and sharp claw-like fingernails of the human that had been showing him around, they were those of The Walken.
His stomach and chest slowly slimmed down along with his back and his waistline, giving him a very lithe and slender build - in the process his legs slowly extended and lengthened to become more lithe while his feet slowly altered to match his Walken-like hands. His clothing melted and reformed into an elegant black and white striped suit with the tie and shoes to match. He elevated in height to 6'ft as his neckline extended to become longer and more lithe as his shoulders slimmed in addition to this, now he stood at 169lbs and was extraordinarily lithe. In the process his ears became slightly pointed as his hair prickled up and turned sandy brown, developing the texture and style of the Walken's hair, his eyebrows thinned a little as they turned sandy brown to match his hair.
The next to change were his eyes as they turned from hazel to icy blue as they spread out, becoming narrower and slightly sunken while his forehead elevated itself higher up. His nose altered a bit in shape to look more Walken-like as his features slowly shifted, his lips thinning a little and curving themselves into a crescentian shape with pointed tips. His teeth lengthened and sharpened with his canines extending to become akin to fangs while the rest of his teeth gained feral points and became Hessian-like. He growled several times as he looked at Rupert with a semi-smirk on his face, but not a wisecracking smirk - more like 'an oh boy, are you in for it this time!' kind of smirk.
His facial features slowly altered in shape as did his facial structure, altering to become more brachy/mesoian/dochephallian and his facial features slowly morphed themselves to become Walken-like as his cheekbones sharpened and became more pronounced while his cheeks themselves sank in, in the process his jaw-line altered to become more angular as his chin narrowed. His voice gruffened and deepened, altering to rougher but also very distinctive and alluring with a hypnotic and unique low-high-baritone sound and a very eerie but oddly entrancing tone and set of mannerisms along with a haunting and stoic feel to it, along with a New York accent...in turn giving him a Walken-like voice to match. When his transformation was completed, the human that was there a long while ago was gone...instead, there stood The Walken himself.
"I never thought i'd get to see the Walken up close before. This is kind of scary."
"Well...it's about to get a whole lot scarier."
"Uh oh, I don't like where this is going."
Rupert panicked as he made a dash down the corridor, only to be greeted by a horrifying sight - for in the 'master's chambers, the Walkens and She-Hessians gathered for the feast, all licking their lips thirstily and hissing - he tried to turn and run and he tried to fight them with some steely knives, but he couldn't take down the Walken. It wasn't long until The Walken attacked him, grabbed him by the nape of his neck, bit him and drained him of his blood - which left a nasty bitemark on his neck.
Soon after he found himself joining the ranks of the other residents in the hotel as he became a lot less human and more Walken-like, turning from a human into a Walken to serve the original Walken as a willing thrall. The last thing he remembered before he got turned, he was running for the door - trying to find the passage back to the place he was before when he encountered the Walken.
"Let me out of here..."
"What do you mean relax?"
"Relax, fellow Walken. "
"I'm sorry...I didn't ask for this."
"Relax, fellow Walken. Us Walkens are programmed to hunt and recieve. But the thing is...while you can check out any time you like, i'm afraid you live here forever now...as a Walken, this is your new home now. You can check out any time you like but and this is the real kicker....you can never leave."
And so with that the doors of the master's chambers in the Walken's den closed and all the Walkens and She-Hessians including Rupert who now served the Walken as a thrall, celebrated for the rest of the night while the blood moon shined high up in the sky and the sounds of cowbell echoed in the background.
As for what happened to Rupert, after being bitten and turned by the Walken and being made the Walken's thrall, he learned a very valuable lesson and that lesson is....don't go around snooping in places you don't belong and to never double-cross a Walken or She-Hessian - and also how to end up biting off more than you can chew.
Remember, people who double-cross you OL might in fact be trolls or troll wannabes who just want to go snooping around in places they don't belong. And also remember this, no matter what you do, don't you ever double-cross a Walken...because chances are if you double-cross them, then you'll end up on their menu soon enough. Oh, and if you go around thinking it's all some kind of elaborate joke, then you are too dumb to live and are most likely to end up becoming the Walken's next victim. Don't go around playing nice with other people online if you're using them for trolling purposes only to blab about it to your stupid friends either, because chances are...if you're going to stab that person in the back...then you're going to end up getting bitten...on the neck.
Also, once you enter the world of the Walken, you will not be able to get out. Because once the Walken has you, you won't be able to escape - you'll be trapped in your Walken nightmare, except this is no nightmare, this is real. Remember, you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.