Silent Hill 4: The Roommates
AN: Okay…this is from the house I made on Sims 2, featuring a certain duo as room-mates. Any reviews will be very welcome, and I would really appreciate any input – if there's something you wanna see, or a situation you'd like me to put them in, then I would love to hear it!
Part One: Single White Male Seeks Roommate
Henry Townshend sighed, cursing the day he'd ever first fallen in love with a camera. While his photography was good, and had earned him a small-time job at the Ashfield Press, it wasn't the highest-paying job in the world, and despite everything that had happened…well…
To make a long story short, after a series of unfortunate events, Henry somewhat lacked the funds to move out of his Satan-infested apartment. Even worse, he was starting to get a bit short-handed when it came to the rent money. So, up on the main bulletin board in South Ashfield Apartments, and in a small article in the newspaper, Henry had posted a small advertisement:
SINGLE WHITE MALE SEEKS ROOMMATE
South Ashfield Apartments - room 302 - 2 br, 1 bath
Also included, of course, was his phone number, some directions to the place, and his name, naturally. It had been about three weeks, and he hadn't gotten anything…and rent collection was already a few weeks overdue. He had given Mr. Sunderland the money he could spare here and there, but as patient as the landlord had been, it was clear he was wearing thin. However, just when Henry felt that the remodeling of the odd chamber he found a certain cadaver in just a few long months ago was a wasted effort, there was a knock at the door.
Though he wasn't expecting anyone to be here to accept the position of co-bill-payer, Henry still had a quiet and introverted temperament. So, straightening out his shirt as per habit of his social insecurities, Henry was just reaching up to run one hand through his hair as he pulled the door open, not thinking to first check the eye-hole.
When he saw a soft pair of blue eyes with darkened edges set in a pale face, framed by shoulder-length blonde hair, Henry let out a gasp, slamming the door shut. His breathing increased, and immediately feeling idiotic, he rushed to open the door again and apologize to the person who just COULD NOT HAVE BEEN the person he'd just thought he'd seen. Keeping his eyes level with the floor, Henry scratched the back of his neck.
"Sorry, it's just that…well, I saw you, and you looked…"
Henry felt his spine go rigid, as he saw a pair of black boots with a pair of slacks overlapping them, and a long, navy jacket overlapping them. Swallowing, he slowly, painfully slowly, looked up.
"…an awful lot like someone that I…"
A cold feeling of dread grabbed hold on Henry's spine, as he saw, rather clearly, the person that he was afraid he'd see…
"…no…"
…Walter Sullivan.
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Yes, I know, this is extremely short. Sort of just a teaser, if you will, as I am not totally sure how to write their conversation. I don't get a lot of time to write, so this will be a slow-growing work, as I have work, school and community service, so there could be loooong gaps in updates. See you next time, remember to R&R!