Robert Mitchell Reginald

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#1 = Robert Mitchell Reginald

Name - Robert Mitchell Reginald, Robert Reginald the Second
User Name - Zero_Diamond
Gender - Male
Age - 15-16, circa 1997
Height - 6'
Weight - 90 lbs. (he's tall, but he's built like a scarecrow)
Race - Human
Game - Happy Bob RPG (Incomplete), Happy Bob: Brawler of 199X (Incomplete), EarthBound (Not an actual character, of course)

Physical Description -
Hair Color: Orangey Blonde
Hair Style: Ragged, matted bowl cut
Eye Color: Black/Red (Depends on his mood)
Clothes: A long black coat with short sleeves and tails, a gray and dark gray striped shirt, torn up blue jeans and white tennis shoes. Occasionally wears a fedorah hat and loafers.

Weapons - Knife, Revolver, Dual UZIs, Dual Colt Commandos, Sawed-off Shotgun, RPG Launcher, BFG 9000
Attacks - Nothing nobody else can do.

Biography -
On February 13, 1981, a child was born of Mary Ann and Robert Franklin Reginald. Friday the 13th hadn't been the expected date of birth, but through an ominous universal coincidence, he was born several days early. Either way, Mary Ann couldn't have been happier.

Robert, however, was not at all happy. Early on in his wife's pregnancy, he had begged her to look into an abortion. In his mind, a child was only another mouth to feed, something you had to waste precious time and money on. And even though he was in the employ of the super-rich megaconglomorate, Astelicorp, his assembly line work could barely pay the bills as it was. However, she was dead set on becoming a mother, and refused to have the child aborted. This, mixed in with his short-fuse temper and his growing alcoholism, brought an everlasting hatred of his son.

Since Mary was the only parent who cared about her son, she was left to give him a name. So she named her son Robert Mitchell Reginald, or Robert Reginald the Second. Regardless of this, the father still hated his son. And after a few weeks, this hatred was no longer a silent one. Reginald Sr. began a daily regiment of getting drunk and hitting his son. Whenever his wife tried to stop him, he'd beat her up as well.

With the passing years, his father's beatings became more and more severe. By the time he was six, Bob was coming to school with black eyes and dried blood in his nose. Throughout the year he was eight, he wound up with twenty broken bones throughout the year. And the trauma wasn't just going to his body. At the age of ten, he was completely scatterbrained and random, and he suffered from selective memory patterns. The only thing he could always remember was his burning hatred for his father, and his undying love for his mother.

The very year he turned ten, around Christmas, his father was invited to the first annual Astelicorp Christmas party. It was an extravagant gala, to which all employees of Astelicorp were invited. Mary Ann was reluctant to go with her husband, but he was able to convince her that he had gotten a babysitter for their son while they'd be gone. Still hesitant, but afraid of his temper, she agreed to go. Of course, a babysitter never came. One was never hired, and the thought had never even crossed Reginald Sr.'s mind.

At the party, Reginald Sr. drank an incredible amount, ignoring his wife's pleas for him to stop. By the end, he was hardly able to stand he had so much alcohol in him. Regardless, he still managed to drag his wife into his car and drive off. They didn't get more than three miles before his drunkenness caused him to swerve off of the road. The car rolled down a steep hill, only stopping when it hit a tree at the bottom. Both of his parents were killed on impact.

The next day, Bob awoke to find his parents were still gone. This was quite peculiar. He grabbed some bread to make a sandwich, forgot what he was doing, and decided to watch some TV instead. What was on the screen when it came into focus would be the straw that broke the camel's back. It was the morning news, and they were covering the fatal accident his parents were in.

"Local authorities found the bodies of Mary Ann and Robert Franklin Reginald in their car, smashed at the bottom of a ravine alongside the highway. Police believe that Robert was heavily under the influence, and lost control of the vehicle."

He looked at the screen, his eyes widening.

"Mom... she's... she's gone..."

The anchorman's words still rang through his head. His eyes suddenly narrowed again, and he glared towards the driver's side of the car, still pictured on the TV.

"And it's your fault... you bastard, you killed her! You killed mom! I hate you! I hate you! I wish you were still alive, so I could kill you myself! I'd kill you again and again and again for what you did!"

All at once, what remained of Bob's sanity slipped out of his reach. The fragile, scattered remnants of his reasoning were shattered. In fury, he threw the remote into the screen, shattering it. He stormed across the room, knocking various things to the floor as he went. When he reached his father's toolbox, however, he stopped completely. His eyes became transfixed on it, like it was some sort of treasure chest, waiting to be opened.

It was locked, but with part of a lamp he had knocked over and broken in half, he was able to pry it open. Inside, he found many uninteresting things, all of which reminded him of the hatred he held towards his father. However, in the bottom, beneath piles and piles of tools, he found a large metal case. There was some faded stencil print on it, which even though it was still legible, he couldn't make out in his state. When he cracked it open, he found his father's most prized posession: his knife.

The blade was 16" long, serrated all the way down one side, barbed on the end. It was a piece of work, a killing machine, reminiscent of his father's days spent in the army. Stealing it would be the ultimate revenge on his father. Grabbing the knife, he jammed it into his pocket, and laughed crazily. As for the toolbox, and the rest of the tools, he threw them through a closed window, sending glass and heavy, sharp things flying everywhere.

He traveled around the house, intermitently raving like a lunatic, having very little control over himself or his actions. Occasionally, his brain would turn on again, but as if by some dark influence, it was forced out of working again. Bob wandered around breaking things and ranting for about fifteen minutes, before he knocked a book loose from a shelf which caught his eye. This was his mother's personal log.

His raving was halted, and he suddenly fell to the floor in a heap in front of it. Trembling, he reached for it and opened it up. Within the pages, he found all his mother's loving words about him, written down from the day he was born. There were a few pictures here and there, and he took each one of them. Between the last two recorded pages, he found a pressed rose. There was also, of course, some writing. But this writing caught his eyes. By some miracle, his mind unclouded enough for him to roughly comprehend what was written.

"Many years ago, when I was a young girl, I had gone walking. The summer was still young, and adventure was in the air. I decided that I was going to go exploring in the woods. For hours, I wandered around, until I found a beautiful clearing. And in the center of that clearing, in a ray of sunlight, was a rose bush, upon which grew the most perfect rose I had ever seen. Carefully, I picked it, brought it home, and I pressed it. I was ten at the time. I have long since passed my youth, and the wonders it once held for me are now fading. At Christmas this year, I hope to pass it on to my son, as a reminder that sometimes the most beautiful things are those that are wild, and are hard to find. A beauty like this is one of a kind, just like my darling son."

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Realizing now that it was intended as a gift for him, he grabbed it with care, and placed it in the inner pocket of his jacket. Tears streamed down his cheeks. What he was able to gather shook him, and those words became ingrained in the back of his head. This emotional moment would have lasted longer, had the police not began banging on the door. Apparently, someone in a neighboring apartment had called the police while he was losing his mind.

Unfortunately for them, he had no idea who they were, and in his mental instability, his first reaction was primal fear. The moment after he saw them, the knife came out from his pocket, and he stabbed both policemen in the stomachs. Before they could get to him, he jumped down a garbage chute in the hallway and managed to escape. This was the beginning of Bob Reginald's infamy.

For years, he walked the streets, his imbalanced mind causing no end to trouble. One minute, he'd be happy, the next minute, he'd pull a knife and stab somebody. Sometimes he ended up inbetween, and would have a big grin on his face as he slashed away at his victims. This eventually earned him the nickname "Happy Bob, the Homicidal Maniac."

It would happen that one of the more widely known incidents occurred a year after he initially lost his mind. He had broken a paperbox on a street corner and taken a newspaper. On the front page, an article read, "Astelicorp on the Rise". Normally, one would think nothing of this. And he didn't, at first. Then, he had a personality swing, forgot what he was doing, and looked back at the newspaper. At that moment, he decided it was time to pay them a visit.

It took him a few hours to get to the building on foot, but when he did, it was almost instantly a massacre. Nobody was safe as he hacked his way into the building. Blood stained the walls and carpets with each person he came across. Soon, a nervous call came on over the building's PA system.

"Attention all Astelicorp employees, Happy Bob is on the premises. He is armed and dangerous. All people in the building are requested to evacuate immediately. If you encounter him, do not approach. Run as fast as you can in the opposite direction."

It just so happened that one Cedric Astelimar, son of Feodoric Astelimar, was sitting in at a board meeting high up in the building when the message came through. Cedric was 13 at the time, thusly being the youngest member of not only the Board of Directors, but in fact the whole company. He himself amassed a small fortune, and in later years of his life would be given direct access to the remainder of the family's fortune.

Of course, on hearing this, all of the dignified old men ran out of the room in terror, grabbing frantically for their hats and coats. Astelimar, however, was not so frantic. In his mind, he indeed knew he had to leave, but he played it cool. After all, he WAS learning black magic, and could put what he knew to use, if need be. As he headed for the door, he suddenly realized something.

"Uh oh, I'd better swing by my office and grab my briefcase. I left my paycheck in there."

So he swung a quick left, and headed down the labyrinthic hallways towards his office. However, when he rounded a corner near the executive lunch room, he happened to end up in a worst case scenario. Right there, not more than three feet away from him, stood Happy Bob, putting the finishing touches on an unfortunate fellow who had almost escaped him. All at once, Bob let go of the man's shirt, letting him fall with a thud to the ground, and turned to face Cedric dead on. Their eyes met, and in Bob's eyes, Cedric felt the cold emptiness that brought him misery, and the burning anger that drove him to murder, both of which existed in this state of mind. He felt a few sparks beginning to leap from his hands instinctively, but before he would have needed to attack, Reginald jumped into the next room and was gone down an AC duct. Once again, he would have evaded federal agents.

When Astelimar finally reached his office, he found everything to be a mess. The walls were smeared with blood, his papers were strewn about the room, his computer screen was smashed open with his paper weight, and his handy letter opener was now halfway through his desk. It was disturbing, but of no real concern to him. After all, what are janitors for? But when he reached in his briefcase to check on his week's pay, he found that the check had been stolen.

"That thieving little bastard! I'll have his head for this!"

In the weeks following, Bob managed to get the check cashed. He now had a thousand some dollars. With this money, he managed to force a tailor to do business with him and got himself a new set of clothes. He now had a long black coat with short sleeves and tails, a gray and dark gray striped T-shirt, and a pair of thick blue jeans, all of which about eight inches too large, in order to have growing room. He quickly transferred his belongings to his new clothing, including the money he had left, and went along his way. Later, he lifted a nice pair of white tennis shoes off of one of his victims. His new wardrobe was complete, and just in time; his old clothes were getting a bit small.

By the time he was thirteen, he had reached the top of every crime organization's most wanted list. And it was because of this very fact that he happened to meet Jodie. She was about fifteen, and lived alone, for the most part. Her parents were out of the house most of the time, and what little time they were at home, they didn't pay much attention to her. It was in Jodie's nature to dress in dark colors and wear black makeup, though she couldn't technically be called a goth. Inside of her, she still felt warmth. This would be revealed by a certain mass murderer.

It just so happened that in the winter of his thirteenth year, he had been in the neighborhood of Jodie's apartment complex, when two federal agents happened to spot him and gave chase. As a maneuver to lose them, he dove into an old building, still running madly, hoping to elude them. No matter where he turned, they stayed on his tail, not more than ten feet away at any given time. This might have been the end for him, but fortunately, he was able to dive into an open room and shut the door quietly.

There stood Jodie, looking at the stranger in confusion. His stringy features, baggy clothes and shaggy hair seemed somehow familiar, yet seemed to elude her. Almost as if he felt her eyes probing over his body, he violently jerked around to face her. When she saw his face, her eyes widened, and she made a move to scream. However, Bob was too fast, and managed to cup a hand over her mouth just in time.

"Don't scream," he said. "Don't even make a sound."

Try as she might, struggling behind his grip, she couldn't get a sound out. He heard the agents in the hallway, thinking of what they should do. Bob knew they'd end up searching all the rooms in the vacinity, and tried his damndest to think. Soon, he was on the floor in a heap, a confused and pathetic look on his face. Just as she was about to scream, Jodie looked at his face. All at once, she realized that he wasn't evil, that he didn't kill of his own wishes.

So she hid him.

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From that point on, Bob pretty much lived there with her. He did still go out and kill people, though she continually tried to stop him. Still, regardless of his mental instability, she felt a growing connection between herself and Happy Bob, like she may have been falling for him. And even in his instability, Bob, too, was feeling a connection forming. Unlike everyone else, this girl cared about him, and that was something that he couldn't ignore.

But just as they were at their closest, the feds finally managed to track him down. When they broke the door down, Bob was hiding behind the couch, by the windows facing the alley below. Jodie sat upon the couch, somehow managing to keep her cool through the whole ordeal. The agents looked about under their sunglasses, then turned to face her.

Jodie asked, "Who are you?"

"Where is he?"

"Who ARE you"

"Tell us where he is, Jodie."

"Who are you, and who is this you're looking for?"

"We're very important people."

"And we need to see Mr. Reginald before something terrible happens to you."

Before she could answer, Bob dove out from behind the couch. The feds opened fire on him, and in the crossfire, Jodie was shot in the heart. She was dead, and Bob was quite well aware of this. Seeing no other choice, Bob went for the window. Just before he dove straight through the glass, he took a bullet in the left shoulder.

He landed with a thud in a pile of snow about three stories below, but it wasn't quite fresh, so in spots it was iced over. Bob ended up with a fractured ankle to go with his bullet wound. Unable to run, and halfway certain that somebody was after him, he did the only thing he could. With all his might, and a broken rung from a fire escape ladder, he was able to pry a manhole cover open enough for him to crawl down into the sewer undetected.

There he pledged to destroy those who killed Jodie. Until they were tortured and dead, he would always remember those faces, and he would look for them wherever he would go. Within a week or two, he did indeed manage to come across both of them, and he killed them in the most brutal way he ever had anyone before. Bob cut them open and force fed them their own organs, a death nobody would wish on even their worst enemy.

Then, for a year, he vanished back into the shadows, living out of the sewers. As he recovered from his wounds, his homicidal tendencies seemed to dull. Through some sort of chemical change, a different kind of insanity was pushing the homicide back into the reserves. No longer was he killing people, but instead, running about ranting, jumping and climbing on things, believing in realities that simply didn't exist. The murderous intents were still there, but somehow they had become bottled up, coming out far less frequently than before.

In 1995, the Giygas Wars began. During the beginnings of this year, people were beginning to relax more, since they hadn't heard anything about Happy Bob in over a year. And thanks to him growing and aging, it wasn't as easy to recognize him anymore, either. However, one complete stranger, who was returning home from a long, unwanted trip to another universe, would be told of him and know him right away. This fellow was known as Zero Diamond, but at this time didn't know who he actually was due to an incident that happened upon him when he was five.

They met up in Twoson, and Zero chased him for hours on end. Bob seemed to think that it was all some kind of game, running and jumping, babbling on about how he liked Skip sandwiches, and the like. It was near the end of their chase that a powerful henchman of Giygas's, the Blue Cow of Doom, happened to see the two of them. He took control of the whole town of Twoson, and used the two of them to head up a trap for a second group of heroes who were and remained unsung ones. This group was Foppy and his crew, Wote the Ninja, Charles J. Carpainter, Sugar Saturn and Dr. Timothy Andonuts.

Together, their group managed to snap Zero and Bob out of their trances, as well as the whole town of Twoson, and the two forces banded together to try and find Ness and his party. It was hard, but they did eventually meet up. They fought side to side to the end. After Ness and crew made it back to the past in the Phase Distorter III, Dr. Andonuts built the Phase Distorter IV to follow them. Thanks to Foppy and friends's help, and a final prayer from Paula's long-lost sister, Giygas was utterly destroyed. However, they were at ground zero when Giygas exploded, and were sent flying back to the present in a wave of unexplainable evil power, saving Ness and friends from being obliterated. However, nobody remembered the envolvement of Foppy in the defeat of Giygas, thanks to the explosion of evil having several unforeseen effects on them.

A year later, 1996, on the anniversary of the defeat of Giygas, Ness and friends got together for a picnic to celebrate. Little did they know that high above the planet, hovering in space, a sinister craft floated. All at once, a red beam fired from it, and the world was frozen in time. However, for whatever reason, several individuals remained uneffected by the ray's power. One of these people happened to be Happy Bob.

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The night previous, he had drifted into the Threed Hotel. When the world froze, he woke up, because his bed suddenly felt like stone. The Dukes of Haazard was on TV, the General Lee just floating in mid-air. He tried to take a shower, but even when he was able to force the nozzle to turn, the water wouldn't come out. And outside, he didn't have much luck either. He attempted to stab several people, producing nothing but sparks due to their absolute frozenness.

Soon, he met up with a group of folks fighting a regenerative blob of a monster. For no particular reason, he decided to join up with them, and helped out in the fight. It was because of these people that he happened to meet a certain somebody. Her name was Sandra Polestar.

When he first layed eyes on her, his heart throbbed in his chest. All he could think of was her. Even throughout further struggles to save the Earth, he seemed preoccupied with her. He had even learned of her being the one who prayed to finally defeat Giygas during a conversation between her and her sister Paula. But even with all his interest, she didn't seem interested in him. To further complicate things, a failed experiment by the aliens, Crypha, met up with Bob and decided that he was cute. Unfortunately for Bob, her touch was charged with electricity and cold, and she really liked giving him hugs.

That wasn't the end of his troubles, either. Bob began to be visited by the ghost of his father, who gave him nothing but grief. Often times, they would fight, and his father always gained the upper hand by blinding his son with rage. By now, Sandra was pretty concerned for him. It wasn't the first of his troubles. He was beaten nearly to death by one of the engineered monsters from the aliens early on, ended up with a frozen arm, which she dispelled, and beat on Everdred pretty badly during a training session.

It was after said training session that Bob finally cemented a relationship between himself and Sandra. Everdred had warned him to stay away from Sandra, since he felt protective of her, due to his feeling responsible for her disapperance. Regardless, he still felt he had to see her. He began checking rooms in the sleeping quarters. Most were empty. Just as he was about to give up, there it was. The last room on the right. He peered in the window, and there she was, sleeping. On the counter on the other side of the small resting quarters sat her sister Paula. Bob opened the door and poked his head in.

"Paula, may I please come in?"

"Sure," replied Paula. "She's asleep, though."

Bob came in and sat down on the counter across from Sandra. He bowed his head down slightly to look at her.

"Sandra..."

He paused.

"You're so pretty..."

Again, he paused.

"Staring at you like this makes butterflies fly around in my stomach."

He looked up, then back down at her.

"I wish there were some way I could prove myself to you..."

He stared off into space, wondering if there were any such way even possible. Excluding his knife, he posessed nothing he could give her to show his feelings. Then he remembered something. He opened his jacket and smiled gently. Out of a pocket, he pulled a pressed rose.

"Mom, you were such a sweet woman to me... not like Dad. I learned so much from you before you passed on... And I think you'll be happy to know that your most precious gift to me is soon to find a new home with the person who is most precious to me..."

Bob then turned his head upwards, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes. He then gazed into the heavens, wondering if his mother was up there watching him...

In her dreams, Sandra was seeing this unfold. All at once, Bob's truest feelings for her were revealed. But that wasn't all. Grakul came to her, and told her about things that were to come, about the two great monsters that she would have to face with the others. And then, she was given a green pressed rose, from Bob's mother. She told her that she was glad her son found his true love, and that she wanted him to have that rose so he'd know she was still watching him.

When he was given the green rose in her dreams, in reality, he was hit with a flash of energy, became dizzy and fell to his knees. Paula helped him up, and soon after she woke up, Sandra helped him up, too. Of course, when he came to his senses, he was slightly embarassed. She told him about the green rose, and about his mother still watching him, then hugged him. He was so overjoyed by this that he fainted.

In the end, they had to team up with Captain Jamar and head scientist Eric of the Nomad against the mutinous scientist Nole and his ultimate monster Olympus. Olympus had several forms, and each one was a combination of two members of those who were unfrozen, and its final form was a combination of Sandra and Bob. However, unlike the earlier forms, it was able to develop its own true personality. It fell in love with Nole, but since he himself had fell for Sandra, it decided it was going to kill her to try and win his love. In the end, both of them wound up dead, and Happy Bob and Sandra went on to be happy together.

The End.

Happy Bob will return, in...

"Femme Fatale."

Famous Quote - "You bastards... you... you killed her... the only girl I ever knew who liked me at all... and you bastards took her away... mark my words... I will find you, and you will suffer... you'll be eating your guts, while I stand by, laughing at your horror... dragging your death out over a course of days... You'll pay alright... in spades..." - When Bob's first girlfriend gets the axe, and he gets shot.

Picture - www.zxdware.net/avhh.php
Plenty of pictures can be found here.

[ZeroDiamond]

Heh heh, wow. Bob got seeded a lot better than I'd have expected. Neato. Sure hope he at least gets an honorable mention in the end.