Author's Warning notes: Ok, this is my first MB fanfic, so obviously it's gonna be a bit rubbish. It's set at the end of S1, the boys still at the zoo and Vincy still blonde. These first few parts are simply pure fluff, you'll see why in the later chapters though. All the chapters are named and based around a playlist of my favourite songs that I thought fit the chapters. Oh and anyone who has seen the film 'Silent Hill'; yes this is basically a rip-off of the movie, but with enough Booshy twists to shake it up a bit. Fans of the video game, I do apologize for errors or lack of fitting descriptions here - I've never played the video game, this is just based from the movie. I should also point out that I'm a bit of a slow writer, keep getting distracted by the bores of real life, so expect the next part of this next month at the latest.

Obviously I don't own the lyrics, Evanescence do. And the Mighty Boosh belongs to the legends that are known as Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding. I don't own Silent Hill either, I just love the film and made a trailer...and it somehow morphed into this.

You can see the trailer by going on YouTube and typing the words "Mighty Boosh Silent Hill" in the search bar.

Enjoy!

Chapter One - "Haunted"

"Vince?…Vince?! Oh God, not again. VINCE!"

Long lost words
Whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here

Kicking aside the empty sleeping bag on the floor of the hut, Howard Moon raced towards the wide open door of the hut. He paused for a moment in the threshold, looking out at the empty sleeping darkness of the zoo. Silence wasn't making an unusual visit to the place, as there was barely much sound at any time of the day, due to the fact there were hardly any visitors, or even animals, in the first place. But tonight the silence irritated Howard, as he called out his friend's name to be met with even more of the bastard.

"VINCE!….VINCE!"

Nothing.

Howard tried to calm himself, his heart now racing even faster than from the moment he'd awoken to the high-pitched creak of the hut door swinging playfully on its hinges, the chill night breeze bursting in. At first Howard's instincts had told him that maybe the wind itself had just blown in the old door itself merely for the sake of annoying him. Well the wind had made it clear to Howard only months earlier that he wasn't exactly on top of its Christmas card list. But then he'd shuffled out of his sleeping bag and turned around to see that, in the spot where ,just before Howard had fallen asleep, had been the snoozing body of electro boy, Vince Noir, was now just a half-zipped-up sleeping bag and a discarded copy of Cheekbone magazine.

How long had it been from Vince leaving the hut till Howard waking up? The thought made Howard go ice cold. Vince could've wondered off into any part of the zoo. Or even worse, he could've walked out of the zoo and into the main roads, maybe towards the city. Then again, Howard tried to reassure himself, he could just be overreacting. It was also possible, after all, that Vince had just woken up and had gone for a walk. Though surely if Vince had awoken in the night he'd have done the usual ritual of poking Howard in the shoulder and repeating his name until the both of them were wide awake. Well maybe Vince had been unable to wake Howard and had given up and wondered off to find someone else to wake.

Howard ran around to the other end of the zoo toward the Chameleon Boudoir, stopping at the closed kiosk placed outside. He hammered on the wood fiercely.

"Naboo! Naboo, are you awake?"

The door of the kiosk opened and the tiny shaman stepped out.

"I am now, you muppet." Naboo grumpily replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What d'you want?"

"Is Vince in there with you?"

"No. Why? Ain't he with you?"

Howard narrowed his already small eyes, "Why would I be asking if he's with you if I knew he was with me?"

Naboo shrugged, "Maybe you wanna check you ain't seeing double. I have to do that sometimes."

"But…never mind," Howard shook his head. He wouldn't have been surprised if the shaman was stoned right now. But he was lucid enough to help and that was the best it seemed Howard was going to get. "Look, I dunno how long Vince has been gone for, I need you to help me find him."

Naboo rolled his eyes, before begrudgingly agreeing, "Alright, fine. You look around the zoo, I'll see if I can find him from here."

The first time this scenario had happened and Naboo had said those words, Howard had assumed Naboo was just shaking him off and being lazy by staying put, not making a single effort to find Vince. But he'd learnt in the five times this had happened that Naboo must be doing some shamanistic voodoo inside his little kiosk, as he always managed to quickly work out where Vince had gone to. Just a couple of times had Howard found Vince before Naboo had to tell him, which always gave Howard a chance to brag about his 'Wondrous Seeking Skills' - these being the times where Vince was usually found barely a metre away from the kiosk, in the Chameleon Boudoir. Seeing as he'd turned up there before, it was the first place Howard ran to after leaving Naboo's kiosk.

Howard entered the small dark room containing the cages of the chameleons, which were as wide awake as Howard was, watching him suspiciously as he entered. This was the one of the only times that Howard would admit to envying Vince's gift of being able to communicate with the animals of this place. He'd come to the conclusion that if he could speak to them then it would be much quicker for him to find Vince. What Howard didn't know was that even if he could speak to animals, none of them would speak to him anyway. They only liked the blonde girl with the big hair and the confusing face. Seeing that it wasn't 'her' who'd entered, they all scuttled away inside their habitats, whilst Howard turned on the lights to see if Vince was there like before.

He wasn't. And Howard was starting to panic once more that he'd ventured outside of the zoo. He turned off the lights and left back into the open small 'street' of the Zooniverse. Howard checked all the other nearby habitats; the reptile lounge, the monkey enclosure to around the chained door of the Jungle Room. Over and over he kept calling his friend's name, getting no reply.

"Vince! Vince!"

Silence.

"Vince! Vince!"

"Howard, I've found him!" Naboo suddenly shouted from around the corner.

A wave of relief flooded the jazz maverick.

Oh, thank God! He breathed, looking up at the starless night sky. He turned around to see Naboo jogging towards him, still dressed in just his Arabian pyjama trousers and without a shirt or his turban on. The shaman then raised his hand and pointed his finger in the direction up and behind Howard's head.

"He's up there! Look!" Naboo directed, his face suddenly sunken in with worry.

Up there? What does he mean 'up there'? Howard thought, confused, before turning around and looking up in the direction that Naboo was pointing to. He then felt his stomach flip.

Vince.

His best friend was walking slowly, in a heavy trance, along the roof of the shelter just above the lion enclosure. His eyes were half open and Howard could just make out an almost dopey half-smile on Vince's face. A similar smile to the one Naboo normally had on him after his usual 'fun' with a frog that had escaped from the amphibian tanks. Vince was wondering along, completely unaware of the waking beasts lying on the ground below him. Howard's fear shot up ten fold. All Vince had to do was slip…and if the fall didn't break his neck then the lions would surely rip from beneath his head just as fast.

Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow...
Inside...

"VINCE!" Howard called up as he dashed around the back of the lion enclosure, through the open 'Zookeepers Only' marked door of the viewer's lodge shelter and up the steps to the large flat roof, presumably the same way Vince had got up there. Why the hell did no one lock the doors to anywhere in this zoo? Howard groaned.

After rushing up the stairs two-at-a-time, Howard finally reached the top. He continued to call out to his friend, who had his back turned to him, and didn't even wince with recognition at the sound of his name being cried out into the night. Instead, Vince was now just standing on the edge of the roof, his mind unable to see around him the roof, the zoo, or the fall before him. Wherever Vince thought he was, it was the farthest away from a zoo he could imagine. He was hot. Not like the heat of a rare British summers day; the heat that Vince loved as it meant he could lie out on the grass with a cool flirtini in one hand and a copy of Cheekbone magazine in the other.. Hot as in fire. Thick, heavy, boiling smog surrounded him. But he could hear screaming. Loud and clear all around him, but not of Howard screaming his name. It was more than just one scream. It was thousand screams, high-pitched and burning with agony. Vince hated it. He hated it all. But why couldn't he leave? Why did he keep being dragged to this place, this hell, every single night?

"You belong here. This is your home. It's time, Vince. Come back to us. Come home."

"Home…" Vince mumbled, his forehead sweating from heavy embers that didn't exist. "Home…"

"Vince. Vince, just stay still. Vince, can you hear me?"

"Home…I've gotta go home..."

"Vince, just turn around. It's me, Howard. Just turn around and we'll go home, yeah?"

Vince finally did turn around to face Howard, who was slowly edging nearer towards him. Howard felt glad as soon as Vince faced him as he'd told him to, but the relief was short-lived, as soon as Howard noticed Vince's eyes. Because they weren't Vince's eyes. Vince's eyes were supposed to be two round sparkling blue pools full of child-like wonder and joy that both endeared and annoyed Howard. The eyes that he was looking at now where thick black stones with roaring amber flames for irises. Alright. That had finally made up Howard's mind once and for all. This was no simple 'sleep-walking' case. There was something seriously wrong with Vince. Whatever it was, he'd find out later. At the moment he had to focus on coaxing his friend safely off the roof.

Howard held out his hands towards Vince. Although the idea kept popping into his head of just running up and grabbing Vince, Howard knew the worst thing you could do for a sleep-walker was surprise them. So he had to be patient, which was a hard enough task to do with Vince when he was fully conscious. Howard kept his hands out straight, moving one small step at a time closer to the blank-faced Vince.

"C'mon, little man. Let's just get off of here and go home. Back home to the hut." Howard said gently.

Vince shook his head, his glowing eyes staring straight through Howard, "No. I need to go to my home. My real home."

"Vince, you're real home is-"

"Silent Hill." The words came out of his mouth in a cold hiss that was so un-like Vince that it made Howard wince. The name itself had also struck a cord in Howard.

"Ok…ok, then we'll go to Silent Hill. I promise. But first you need to-" Howard's attempt to humour Vince obviously failed, as a twisted grin spread across the smaller man's face.

"No! I need to go now. NOW." Vince turned his back on Howard and once again looked out to the night-sky as if the drop before him wasn't even there. "I'll go back! I'll get there, I'll….I'll fly there!"

"Fly?"

"Yeah!" Vince was now laughing to himself as he spoke, "That's what fairies do, innit? They fly!"

"But you're not a fairy though are you," Howard said lazily, a snipe of agitation in his tone.

Vince turned to face him again, still grinning. If it hadn't been for the two demonic eyes, it would've looked like Vince was back to his old Sunshine self. His laugh was also so much colder and deeper than the one that really belonged to Vince. He spread his arms out at his side in the form of wings.

"Aren't I? Aren't I a fairy?" He cackled. "That's what they call me. Fairy-boy! Fairy-boy!" Vince began to chant in a sing-song playground voice. "Look at the pretty fairy! Ey, let's make the pretty fairy dance! Let's make him sing for us!"

Howard had no clue of what to make of the scene in front of him. He didn't have the faintest idea what was happening to his friend but it scaring him worse than any monster or villain he'd encountered recently. It was as if Vince was drunk or high. Yet he was so in control of his movements. Even his steps backwards to the edge of the roof where somewhat steady. Howard's throat went dry.

"Let's see if the fairy can fly, shall we?!" Vince sang aloud, whirling back around to face the edge. The lions at the bottom had been awoken by the electro boy's chanting above them and were now pacing at the bottom in their den, just waiting for their midnight snack to fall to them. Vince lifted his bare right foot and held it above them, ready to step onto nothing. He made a move forward-

"VINCE!" Howard cried, rushing forwards, even though Vince was too-far out of his reach. There was no way he could reach him in time.

I know you're still there...

Something then whizzed through the air, shooting past Howard's ear and stabbing itself into Vince's neck. Vince gasped aloud, before rolling his eyes back and falling in a crumbled, slightly shaking heap on the roof. Fighting the immediate confusion, Howard quickly noticed a tranquilizer dart embedded in Vince's neck. Howard looked around to see Naboo holding his blow-pipe in his hand, breathing a sigh of relief.

"A little bit quicker would've been nice, Naboo." Howard said, the words coming out less gratefully then intended.

Naboo frowned, "I thought everyone liked a bit of suspense. There's just no pleasing some people."

But before Howard could say any sort of thanks to Naboo stepping in just in time, his attention was stolen away at the sound of hushed whimpers and mumblings on his other side. Howard looked back to near the edge to see Vince curled up, eyes closed, shaking as if having some sort of epileptic fit. It pained Howard to see his best friend so helpless and scared; lost in his own warped thoughts. Howard moved to get down on his knees beside Vince and gathered him up onto his lap, holding him tight to try and stop him from shaking.

Howard ran his hand over Vince's moist forehead. Even though, for some reason, he looked even more pale tonight - Howard guessed it was because of the moonlight - he wasn't cold. In fact, he was burning up. At least his hell-fire eyes had disappeared beneath their lids and Vince seemed to be refusing to open his eyes again. Instead he continued to shiver and writhe slightly in Howard's arms, fighting the sedative trying to calm his body, muttering pained words, only two of which Howard could make out. The last two words he wanted to hear.

"…Silent Hill…Silent Hill…Silent Hill…."

What Howard first assumed was beads of sweat on Vince's cheeks, he soon realised were tears.

"Shhh, shhh, Vince. Vince, it's ok. You're safe now. I've got you." Howard tried to sooth, holding Vince tighter to his body, Vince's head pressed against Howard's chest. The writhing began to slow down, though Vince's face was still tight with fear and agony. Howard put a hand to his friend's hot face. "Vince, shhh. It's alright now…"

Vince then stopped shaking completely, his movements restricted to the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe normally again. He sank down to rest his head in Howard's lap. Howard continued to watch him, feeling as if he couldn't look away until Vince's face was back to its normal peaceful contentment.

"That was a close one." Naboo decided to speak again.

"They're getting worse now. Every night…" said Howard, his eyes still on Vince. He then tore his eyes away to look at Naboo, "You sure you ain't got anything to see what's wrong with him?"

Naboo shook his head apologetically, "We've tried everything, Howard. Cleansing rituals, meditating, Night'Ol - nothing seems to work."

There was one thing they hadn't tried yet, thought Howard wearily. Of course they hadn't tried it yet because they really hadn't wanted to. But now it was clear they had no choice.

"Look, first thing tomorrow, I'll go see a mate of mine; Dennis." said Naboo.

"Not another one of your mates who works at Dixons, is he?"

"No, you idiot, he's the Head Shaman." Naboo sniped back at Howard's doubtful tone. "He's the one who trained me in the ways of magic. He knows way more about the occult than I do. He should know how to help Vince. I'll go see him tomorrow, I've gotta get a book from him tomorrow anyway."

"What? A spell book?" Howard asked.

"No, Richard Hammond's autobiography. Dennis works at WHSmiths on Friday's." Naboo explained in his usual dead-pan tone. He then began walking back down the stairs, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, cheers Naboo."

"Oh, and Howard…"

"Yeah?"

"Try locking the door to yours and Vince's place next time." And with that, Naboo was gone.

Once Naboo had left the roof, Vince decided to stir on Howard's lap, murmuring slightly in his sleep, his nose nuzzling against Howard's body comfortably. Howard looked back down to his friend on his lap, finally looking somewhat serene again. It felt it would be a crime to have to wake him up again so they could go back to the hut, but Howard knew it had to be done. The lions were throwing disappointed cries of hunger up onto the roof where the two men were sat. Howard sighed, unable to take his eyes off of Vince. He absent-mindedly ran in his fingers through Vince's soft blonde strands, as he was just about to gently wake him up. But then-

"Mmm, Howard?" mumbled Vince suddenly, his eyes still closed.

"I'm here, Vince. What's wrong?"

Vince let out a huge yawn before continuing, "Tell the lions I'm sorry and I'll feed them tomorrow. They won't give it a rest."

Howard couldn't help but smile. The Vince he'd thought he'd lost - or was about to lose - just a few moments ago, had obviously come back to him. For now.

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you,
Loving you
I won't let you pull me down

AN: Nothing to say except...Reviews are Love. Did you know that?