Disclaimer: I really don't own this. Except for Albert. Kinda.

5.1 (Tumblr ask)

Albert was once again breaking into buildings for fun and profit. At least it was supposed to fun until he saw the mirror. It had strange writing on it. Words that said 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi'. As Albert peered inside, he saw his Mother and Father. Alive and well. He saw himself, looking healthy and sane. Not looking like he had spent 'Hell week' in Hell. He walked up to the mirror with tears running down his face, and started to smash it to pieces with his bare hands. "Screw you! What gives you the right to do that! Goddamn it!" He stood there, his hands bleeding badly for a minute or two. Before leaving the building, as quickly as he can.

5.2 (Goosebumps)

"What the hell."

Those were the words that Albert found himself saying as he looked though his loop memories. An evil amusement park? An evil puppet? A haunted mask? Was he in the twilight zone again? He seriously needed a drink.

5.3 (Fallout 3)
Albert was at his workbench building a strange device. His dog, Dogmeat, was sitting by a microphone that was connected to a couple of speakers and a terminal.

{I really don't think this will end well,} said the robotic voice of Dogmeat.

Albert sighed. "Dogmeat, don't you trust me?" Albert said.

{At the moment, no.}

"You are a such a worrywart. Look, I looked over the math with the others, alright? Twilight's a fricking genius, and the others aren't lacking in the brains department either. "

{And that's supposed to help? They're insane!}

"I'm telling you, you'll be fine!"

{You are trying to make it so I can shoot lasers from my mouth! I will certainly not be fine!}

5.4 (Don't Starve)

"Say, Pal. You don't look so good, you better find something to eat before night comes."

Albert moaned and rubbed his head. According to his loop memories, he had found this old radio, and it had said it would help him deal with his issues, if he would build this weird machine. Which he did. And now he's in a forest-type place. Something was telling him that this loop is going to suck.

5.5 (Fallout 3)

For some reason, Albert had his MIRV on his workbench. This concerned Butch because last time he was on his workbench, he had made his missile launcher heat-seeking.

"Hey uh, Albert. What are ya doing with your MIRV?" Butch said.

Albert looked up from his work.
"What? Oh nothing much. Just had a spark moment. I noticed that my MIRV could do with an upgrade or two."

"Like?" asked Butch.

"Well, I thought it could be a MIVR that duplicates the mini-nukes so I just have to load one. But then I thought to make it a Gatling MIRV. Think about it!"

Butch promptly fainted.

Author note: Please don't kill me. I've been really busy with college, I'm running out of ideas, and I've been having computer troubles. I have yet to master mobile. With that said,

Story info

5.1

I wrote this to a Tumblr ask, and I was impressed with myself. Albert has issues. That's the full story. Move to the next number.

5.2

I agree to the theory that all the stories in Goosebumps are connected in someway. Hence the multiple references. And yes, Albert has been to the 'Twilight Zone'.

5.3

Based off the hoax that Dogmeat could somehow shoot lasers from his mouth. And yes, Dogmeat can talk now. Because Science.

5.4

Albert's picture would have him looking at his Pip-boy. while in his Regulator outfit.

Albert's nickname would be "The Wastelander."

Albert's Motto would be "This is new and interesting."

Albert's skills are: Comes with his own light (his Pip-boy), has twice as much storage, weapons and tools break twice as fast, is already halfway insane.

Albert would have 75 Sanity, 150 Health, and 150 hunger.

(By the way, Albert died within three days. By Treeguards.)

5.5

There's a mod that can make your MIRV Gatling. I just ran with it. Also yes, Butch is the crazy person minder. For now.