A young man sits in the corner of a padded room. The straitjacket he’s forced to wear binds his arms to his body. His shoulder length green hair hangs over his face as he thrashes wildly trying to free himself from his restraints. He calls out for help through the sound of manic laughter, but no one comes. The lights in the room begin to flicker as the young man continues to thrash around, then suddenly…he stops. The lights stop flickering and the room is completely silent. The light at the top of the ceiling in the center of the room begins to get brighter and brighter as the buzzing sound of the light becomes louder and louder.
Brighter and brighter.
Louder and louder.
Brighter and brighter.
Louder and louder.
Until the only thing seen is white and the only thing heard is the buzz of the light.
!~CLINK~!
The light suddenly bursts and shatters into a million pieces. There is no sound and the room has gone completely black.
For a few moments, there is nothing but darkness and silence, but then a high pitched squealing laughter is heard in the room. Nothing but the laughter is heard, and the room remains pitch black.
A beam of light begins to move around the room erratically, showing bits and pieces of a gargantuan man standing in the middle of the room. Keys are heard fumbling through the hands of an orderly outside of the room as he tries to breach the room.
The door swings open as the orderly, a middle aged man dressed in all white, scrambles through. He rushes into the center of the room, the beam of his flashlight centered on the face of Dr. Devastation.
Orderly: Oh my G…ehk, eck….eck….
He tries to speak, his voice trembling…but his words suddenly turn into gurgles as Dr. Devastation grabs ahold of his throat, and chokes him into unconsciousness forcing him to drop the flashlight to the padded floor. The high pitched laugher somehow echoes off the padded walls in the room, as Dr. Devastation picks up the flashlight and holds it up to his chin revealing his poorly makeuped face, his red lips smeared by finger smudges and the white paint poorly applied by his hands. His two ropes of green hair hang over his face as he laughs crazily into the camera.
Dr. Devastation: When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
!~CLICK~!
The flashlight is clicked to the off position and darkness once again fills the room and the scene fades with the sound of Dr. Devastation’s squealing laughter.