About Us

THE INMATES RUN THE ASYLUM, FOREVER AND A DAY.


This brand was born from nightmares, late-night horror marathons, Classic Cartoons and a refusal to dress normal. We mix horror, humor, 420 grit, Insanity and attitude into clothing that looks like it escaped from the asylum.
Our mission is simple:

  • Shock with original designs.
  • Amuse with twisted humor.
  • Premiere Premium institutional gear.
  • Equip every Certified Nutjob with streetwear that makes people stop and stare.

Every drop is fresh out the Rubber Room.

Every design has a story. 

And you’re officially part of it now.

Rubber Room Apparel was built for the Certified Nutjobs — the ones who never fit the mold. Horror fans, 24/7 Halloween heads, Oddballs, The Nut Jobs, Hip-hop heads, Goths, Punks, Metal Fiends, Skaters, Con-Goers, Outcasts and the straight up forgotten… if you live loud, dark, and unapologetic, this brand is for you. 

Every design is created to stand out big and detailed making it impossible to ignore. We focus on big front prints with clean finishes to give you that special feeling. That feeling that will make you to want to wear it again the second you take it off. 

We want you to feel confident about spending your hard-earned money. So, we're not here to flood you with fluff. We're here to serve stuff that you never seen before on a platter that makes people stop and say: "Where the hell did you get that?". Quality matters from the artwork to the final feel — if it's not right, it doesn't make it out the chamber. This isn't fast fashion; this is something that reintroduces insanity.

This place was built by artists who never colored quite inside the lines. Every drop is intentional. Every character has a pulse. And the chaos? Completely deliberate.

You'll meet characters you didn't know you needed. Some funny. Some dark. Some A little unhinged and Some Heartwarming. Some attire may cause attachment issues or even separation anxiety. Nightmares come in all forms.... All I know is this place isn't for everyone. It was never meant to be. But if you felt something reading this.... you might already belong here. 

Welcome to the Rubber Room.

Wear Your Nightmare 


Meet Pota, my little homie. Even though he looks like a potato he was my friend. I made him with googly eyes and a marker! Then I went away to padded cell land and yep, he was abandoned. But in a sheer stroke of luck, I met Willie. Who the heck is Willie you say? He was the guard on night duty. So, I asked Willie, "Will You Bring Pota to Me?". I asked him for weeks over and over. I was starting to sound insane! I told him I had a potato friend. He Thought I lost it or something. Eventually Willie gave in and retrieved Pota and we bonded like never before. I even took him home with me where he lived for about 5 months. Love you little bro.