Leon S Kennedy. Arthur Reed. Elmo. Pyramid Head. Salad Fingers. Roy Mustang. The Warden.
All these beings are completely different. But one thing brought them together. The Waiting.
Leon had just finished his mission in Spain and his protection of an airport when he was in his apartment, watching his ramen noodles heat up in the microwave. He cursed all the women who had turned him down so far, as he had not had a proper meal to eat in a week. Ramen Noodles, Pizza, Hot pockets…it was like being in high school again, except his body did not take in the mostly plastic food as well. He felt like he had a brick in his stomach. Suddenly, his kitchen floor went vertical and hit him in the head. Darkness ensued.
Arthur was at home, trying to find his magic pencil. It was so short, and he was worried. He tossed a book about clouds aside, and tried to calm himself down, counting from 10 to 0. For the life of him, he could not remember where he had left it. He wondered if D.W. had taken it, or if perhaps Pal had eaten it. He shook his head and the latter, because Pal would have puked all over the carpet, again, if he had eaten the pencil. He looked behind another book, when he leaned over and hit his head on the bookshelf, ragdolling then and there. Arthur was out before he could even feel the impact of his forehead hitting the bookshelf.
Elmo giggled as he fed Dorothy. It was almost time for his nap, and he snuggled into bed. Something was underneath his back, and he felt around."Dorothy, can you try to guess what is under me?" Dorothy said nothing, and swam behind the big letter D in her tank. "She must be taking a nap too!" Elmo giggled. He pulled the purple crayon out from under him, and inspected it in his small, red hand. Suddenly everything went black. Elmo didn't even have time to ask 'Who turned out the lights?' before he lost consciousness.
Pyramid Head had a long night ahead of him. He was strolling through Silent Hill, dragging the carcass of a human who had dared fire a shot at him. He had intended to skin the thing, but was too lazy. All at once he dropped it, the red residue staining his hand and smock. The beetles he had raised on meat ate the thing, and even the comes were broken down by the acid the beetles emitted when eating. Pyramid Head swung his sword around, clipping a light post and smashing the rusted remains of a public mailbox. He liked the power, but resented the fact that he has always doing the bidding of the People In Charge. Slowly stalking into a building which he sometimes kept his collection of pink items, Pyramid Head wondered why the usually reliable light was not on. He collapsed on top of a table, breaking it.
"Rusty Spoons" said the hunched over man in the corner, as he rubbed a spoon he had kept for so long. Several finger puppets were in a frying pan in front of him. "Punishment for you sods. You will stay there until the red water comes out. I like it when the red water comes out. Milford Cubical? Are you there? Yes. Stay there Mr. Cubical. You have been bad." The man got up and puttered around his shack. "Since the Great War I have wanted to go to France, and now with those idiots out of the way, you can! Why is everything going all foggy? Where are my-"His monologue was cut off by him falling into a table and cracking his head against the venire.
"Paperwork," Roy sighed as he looked at the stack in front of him. There was no way he could get it all done by the next day. It was simply too much to ask. He looked warily at the other Alchemist and military personal puttering around the office. Some were answering phones; others were wrestling with their own stacks of paper work. Just as Roy was wondering who he could shove the paper work off on, something caught his eye. A spider was hanging off the ceiling in the far corner of the office. It was just the distraction he had wanted for the past few minutes. He went to the other side of the office, intending to deprive the spider of oxygen, and then watch it die. It was not that interesting, and it was not something he would relish, but it was better than paperwork. As Roy stood on the chair, he suddenly felt like something was propelling him forward and making him do a back flip. Everything went black.
The Warden saw Alice on his surveillance screen, and looked at her tight and protruding ass. She was so hot when she brutally beat an inmate for spilling milk on her skirt. He leaned back and adjusted his glasses marveling at the glory of his jail. Nothing could be better than sitting back and watching chaos ensue. An inmate was running through the halls, knifing people and screaming with rage. Jailbot came up behind him, and his body was reduced to nothing more than chunks of meat as Jailbot ripped the man apart. The warden chuckled slightly at his, and then leaned back in his chair more. Mid lean, he fell and crumpled against the window. The warden was in a sea of blackness, gone.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction. If you like what you see, then tell me and I'll gladly continue. Any and all negative comments are welcome, and will be taken into account. If this gets some feed back, the next chapter will probably be longer.
~Dustin