Stainboy, using his obvious expertise, was called in to investigate mysterious glowing goo on the gallery floor #BurtonStory
— BurtonStory (@BurtonStory) 19 novembre 2010
He felt his heart pounding hard against his ribs. As he bent down, he saw his own reflection on the surface of the puddle. #BurtonStory
— Stefan Ronge (@stefanronge) 20 novembre 2010
Withholding his breath, he lightly poked the surface of the puddle. The surface shifted strangely, slowly spinning into action. #BurtonStory
— Laetitia (@LaetitiaBalland) 22 novembre 2010
The chandelier swung, the art on the walls shook against the walls, and the goo began to take form. #BurtonStory
— Catherine Faas (@catherinefaas) 22 novembre 2010
Slowly beginning to encircle Stainboy, the gelatinous mountain of goo looked almost familiar. #BurtonStory
— Jessica Toledo (@TheNerdyMommy) 22 novembre 2010
“The goo pulled him closer and closer. He suddenly realized why the goo looked strangely familiar. #BurtonStory” #BurtonStory
— Keith Pierce (@_Keith_85) 23 novembre 2010
But how did the goo end up on the gallery floor? And more importantly, why? #BurtonStory
— Nastasha Gotangco (@nastasharie) 23 novembre 2010
It clung tightly to him, he could feel the chill of the gelatinous goo creep up his arm, true to his nature he did not panic. #BurtonStory
— Jayme Phelps (@Jbutterfly19) 23 novembre 2010
A plan was what he needed. Stainboy had always been the curious type, but right now, he had no desire to wait and see. #BurtonStory
— Anne (@ALMSB) 23 novembre 2010
As the goo continued to engulf his body, Stainboy noticed the chandelier, now swinging furiously. Could he reach it? #BurtonStory
— Zach Hisert (@zachhisert) 23 novembre 2010
Stainboy reached up as high as his arm would allow, the goo keeping him just inches out of reach of the chandelier #BurtonStory
— [ – + ] (@TetroniMike) 23 novembre 2010
It was like his arm was shorter than it had ever been in his whole life. His finger tips scraping the cold metal chandelier. #burtonstory
— JoshJack (@JoshJack) 23 novembre 2010
Untying his cape, he tried one desperate attempt and blew into the goo-ed fabric to make himself a balloon to stand on. #BurtonStory
— NadiaInfamousEgghead (@InfamousEgghead) 23 novembre 2010
Standing on the balloon he grabbed the chandelier and started to swing with all his might. #BurtonStory
— Zaheer (@TheZaheerShow) 23 novembre 2010
He thrust his body back and forth, squirming and kicking his legs frantically to loosen the goo’s grip #Burtonstory
— Andrea Yip (@andrealyip) 24 novembre 2010
The violent swings caused small pieces of the ceiling to fall down on the goo, causing a strange reaction. #BurtonStory
— Noam (@noamchirps) 24 novembre 2010
@BurtonStory The goo changed colour and started to pulsate. Stainboy looked down at his feet as the goo released it’s grip and #BurtonStory
— Sean Ryan (@SeanTomRyan) 24 novembre 2010
began to bubble. The air got dense and hot. Stainboy closed his eyes and held on to the chandelier as hard as he could. #BurtonStory
— Pablo Goldbarg (@pablogoldbarg) 24 novembre 2010
But, fate conspired against him. There was a groan of metal as nail by nail, the chandelier lost its hold on the ceiling. #BurtonStory
— Susanne Chan (@suzoc) 24 novembre 2010
@BurtonStory out of nowhere, his fall was broken. Stainboy opened his eyes. What just happened? And who had just saved him? #BurtonStory
— Matt Reid (@ReidOrDeid) 25 novembre 2010
@BurtonStory His vision blurred from the goo, Stainboy rubbed his eyes and a face came into focus. He heard a girlish giggle. #BurtonStory
— ange1ina (@ange1ina) 25 novembre 2010
As his vision cleared, Stainboy started to realise that his rescuer wasn’t actually a girl, despite the laugh. #BurtonStory
— Bart Sycamore (@ClockWorkBart) 25 novembre 2010
by its enormous iron hands. Little did he know the robot could not hear. It smiled at him, and Stainboy started wondering why #BurtonStory
— Stephanie K (@stephanie_k) 25 novembre 2010
with a sudden clunk, a door slid open on the robots’ chest. Stainboy stared at the dark open space with trepidation #Burtonstory
— Melissa Hoare (@BellyTricks) 26 novembre 2010
From deep within the robot he could hear the clink of softly grinding gears. Stainboy looked closer and thought he saw #BurtonStory
— Sarah Lewis Steele (@sarsteele) 26 novembre 2010
something shinning. He took a step closer to the open door when suddenly he was sucked hard into the open space of the robot #BurtonStory
— Jill (@GilliandeSalva) 26 novembre 2010
He must have passed out, for when he came to he was hanging upside down in a laboratory. To his dismay, he realized he was not #BurtonStory
— e m i l y (@sandy_frink) 26 novembre 2010
the only one around. There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of rusty corpses hanging there. The sight was frightening. #Burtonstory
— Anthua Ramírez (@Anthu_RV) 27 novembre 2010
He could see movement in the far corner of the room but could not make out what or who it was, he could only hear the sound of #BurtonStory
— Kyle Stumpp (@ShadowNamedEnvy) 27 novembre 2010
and he could hear the distinctive girlish giggle breaking the painful silence of the laboratory. He turned and realized in fear #BurtonStory
— Emily (@123445678987654) 27 novembre 2010
that the room was full of robots #BurtonStory
— Jay Moussa-Mann (@jbmoussa) 27 novembre 2010
he tried to break free from the shackles, as a twisted, little old man in a lab coat was now just a few feet away from him #BurtonStory
— Lee Cristiano (@leecristiano) 27 novembre 2010
only managed to make a loud clanking noise that echoed throughout the lab. #BurtonStory
— sianje (@sianje) 28 novembre 2010
He continued to struggle as the old man inched closer & closer, the goo on his lab coat beginning to glow. Stainboy tried to #BurtonStory
— Down & Nerdy (@TheDownAndNerdy) 28 novembre 2010
He continued to struggle as the old man inched closer & closer, the goo on his lab coat beginning to glow. Stainboy tried to #BurtonStory
— Down & Nerdy (@TheDownAndNerdy) 28 novembre 2010
clear his mind and focus, instinctively relying on his training for extricating himself from tight situations. #BurtonStory
— dimeloads (@dimeloads) 28 novembre 2010
The old man whipped his head around and stared at Stainboy. He brushed the dried goo off his coat, adjusted his glasses and #BurtonStory
— leeloodawn (@leeloodawn) 28 novembre 2010
Suddenly a robot walked in and grabbed Stainboy so fast that he couldn’t offer resistance #BurtonStory
— Fernando Valderrama (@gatoconrevolver) 29 novembre 2010
see where he was being taken. The robot came to a stop and released Stainboy. Could this truly be happening? Stainboy took one #BurtonStory
— Sara Câmara Leme (@scacleme) 29 novembre 2010
He saw very narrow stairs, and realized he was in the underground of the Gallery. The walls had tiny goos all over #BurtonStory
— Inês Xisto (@ixista) 29 novembre 2010
them. Stainboy stood and looked at the robot, it was the same one that had brought him here, goo still covering its tracks. #BurtonStory
— Kyle Stumpp (@ShadowNamedEnvy) 29 novembre 2010
#BurtonStory This was the second time this robot had saved his life. Careful not to speak, Stainboy gestured towards the stairs
— shari buehler (@wch1208) 30 novembre 2010
trying to tell the robot to bring him back upstairs. But the robot couldn’t move anymore, something was #BurtonStory
— RougeVelvet (@MarieEveFilion) 30 novembre 2010
wrong. The robot stood motionless before sparks flew from it’s antenna and then slumped forwards as if it was switched off. #BurtonStory
— Leah Strachan (@Leah_Kitsune) 30 novembre 2010
Stainboy stood and stared. He moved towards the robot and reached out his hand to touch him. Just inches away, the robot #BurtonStory
— Ghoulish Delight (@1Ginger3) 30 novembre 2010
with it’s last spark of power motioned that something was behind Stainboy. Syringe in-hand #BurtonStory
— Lee Cristiano (@leecristiano) 30 novembre 2010
Panic washed over Stainboy as he saw the old man’s smile widen and his grip tighten on the syringe #BurtonStory
— Grace Cowtan (@Torontog24) 1 dicembre 2010
, his eyes looking like punctuated ping-pong balls. This was the culmination of his two greatest fears. Needles, and #BurtonStory
— Cory Flanigan (@seeflanigan) 1 dicembre 2010
death itself. The robot couldn’t save him now. It was up to Stainboy. As the old man grimaced with his yellowed teeth, Stainboy #BurtonStory
— Tonya Nelson (@TonyaKNelson) 1 dicembre 2010
a maniacal girlish giggle roared from behind. #BurtonStory
— Eduardo Monforte (@eduardomonforte) 1 dicembre 2010
Stainboy swiftly kicked the scientist in the groin. The scientist bend over in pain and the syringe plunged into his leg. #burtonstory
— Customary / Twist (@CustomaryTwist) 1 dicembre 2010
Stainboy darted for the stairs. Looking back the scientist was struggling to get up, goo flowing from his eyes. Stainboy turned #burtonstory
— Dave Bullis (@Dave_Bullis) 2 dicembre 2010
back to the direction of the gallery, however when he reached the top of the stairs he looked back to see the robot sprawled on #BurtonStory
— Jo Kelly-Fenton (@Jokellyfenton) 2 dicembre 2010
on the landing, the merest hint of life flickering in its eyes. Stainboy was conflicted – run or save the one who had saved him #BurtonStory
— Madam Wordsmith (@madamwordsmith) 2 dicembre 2010
Feeling morally bound, he headed downstairs to face-off with his enemy, save his new friend, and end this gooey nightmare. #BurtonStory
— Lee Cristiano (@leecristiano) 2 dicembre 2010
Conquering the final step, he scanned the artwork on the walls, then caught glimpse of the spot where the goo had been. #BurtonStory
— MD (@TheManDorf) 3 dicembre 2010
Still unsure why the original goo had seemed so familiar, Stainboy’s feet trudged a path through the gallery’s wooded acreage #BurtonStory
— Matt Mintz (@rocklad) 3 dicembre 2010
collection of art. Then he had a thought. Could the answer lay in the actual artworks themselves? Maybe a code? A secret? #BurtonStory
— Graham (@SavageBiscuits) 3 dicembre 2010
He examined each painting closely, searching for anything that was somewhat recognizable. He then approached a piece of artwork #BurtonStory
— Leah Strachan (@Leah_Kitsune) 4 dicembre 2010
something so astonishing that Stainboy had to take two steps back and a deep breath. Could it really be? #BurtonStory
— twago.it (@twago_italia) 4 dicembre 2010
that his genetic disposition was the result of one of his father’s crazy experiments. However, he was filled with doubt too #BurtonStory
— A Snyman (@A_Snyman) 5 dicembre 2010
He knew it could all end here.But he wanted answers.He needed to know the truth.Breathing hard,Stainboy stepped towards the goo #BurtonStory
— R. R. Ramzipoor (@quicksand186) 6 dicembre 2010
key to his power, and his heroic obligation to stop it from harming anyone else. As he ate the goo, a luminescent green glow #BurtonStory
— Lee Cristiano (@leecristiano) 6 dicembre 2010
inject the goo into his body. Stainboy watched with amazement as each stain slowly disappeared, leaving his body clean and dry. #BurtonStory
— Leah Strachan (@Leah_Kitsune) 6 dicembre 2010
A lonely puddle of stain sat below Stainboy’s feet. He peered down at the murky entity which had driven his very existence. #BurtonStory
— Jessica Toledo (@TheNerdyMommy) 6 dicembre 2010
From this day he became known as Stainlessboy. The one who solved the case of the mysterious glowing goo on the gallery floor. #BurtonStory
— Sara Câmara Leme (@scacleme) 6 dicembre 2010