My imagination went on vacation again.
So here is a crappy crossover story that popped out of my ass.
Summer, 1915
The year has been lonely. The rain poured from the rooftop, only to be caught in the buckets that surrounded the house located in Beecher's Hope. The rain was all that Jack thought could fill in his heart. He was lonely. He had no family, no friends, and no hope. All he had was the burden of the farm.
His eyes lifted from the book he was reading. In the distance, horses passed the arches. He felt something hit in his nerves. Twenty horses left marks on his walkway. Men in uniform approached the house. Luckily, Jack was able to run into the house in time, grab his possessions, and hopefully flee from the back.
Everyone knows what you've done.
The year has been quiet. All Jack had was the horse he shared a deed of. He placed his gun strap around his back. Bidding farewell to his longtime home, Jack jumped onto the Kentucky Saddler. He rode past the trees in hope he wouldn't have been spotted. He rode through the Tall Trees, making his way out of the law. Jack rode through the slippery cracks to travel North. He passed the border of Texas. He passed the border to Arkansas, only moving Northeast. Jack passed whatever state had his name on paper.
Everyone knows what you've done.
With the hopes of his bandana, Jack finally hit the state of Maine. He hoped no one was able to recognize him. He hoped no one would be able to see beyond the dark garment, and see who he truly was: a murderer. Jack didn't want to be a murderer; he wanted revenge for his father's death. However, revenge only placed a bounty on the poor Gunslinger's name, and a high reward.
The horse trotted through the damp dirt of a small town. Jack wasn't able to see anything. It seemed abnormal. A fog was suddenly in the air. "Something doesn't feel right," Jack said to himself as he jumped from his mount. After a couple steps further into the town, the horse suddenly whinnied. Turning his head, Jack noticed the road had suddenly collapsed. The horse became victim, and fell to a bottomless death.
Everyone knows what you've done.
Jack walked further into the town. The Gunslinger suddenly felt a hint of paranoia. Ash was extremely present and flying in the air, yet no building ever caught fire. No one has occupied the town. Automobiles have been scattered and dormant. Every building was empty and dusty. Newspapers remained scattered and floating. Jack approached every end of each street. Every exit seemed blocked.
Jack lost count of the years he's spent in that town. He's read every single book. The libraries and archives he's been to has been disorganized. However, Jack saw that the town changed within each year. He's woken up to new kinds of ruined technology showing up. The Gunslinger has been greeted with drastic changes, such as paved roads and traffic signs.
Yet everything still seemed wrong with the town. He became accustomed to its "rules." Every time he felt like he could escape with a bullet to the head, Jack has only been revived and awakened in that room he called his own. The fog blocked the sun. The ashes turned to snow, and then to rain.
The most important deteriorating value in Jack's life, due to the town, was indeed his sanity. The Gunslinger thought he was losing it when he approached new creatures. They tried to kill him. They tried to take him, and make him one of their own. They tried to torture him, and cause him pain. The Gunslinger knew his mind was going down the drain when he realized the monsters were from a parallel reality. Jack saw that world appear right before his eyes. The walls ripped and was replaced with flesh and dripping blood. The floors flaked away to reveal metal boards, tile, and rusted chain. Jack felt the world overtake him. He felt the environment mess with his head.
Jack saw his father in his dreams. He saw his mother roam the "Otherworld." Jack read books on the influences of the town as the environment changed. He knew everything about a cult called "The Order." He read of the "Wish House," and the orphans being brainwashed into religion. Jack thought the cult had brought him into the town. He thought the cult had saved his life, but he also thought that they were the reason he was trapped in insanity.
Just as the town knew of what he's done.