"Okay, listen up, you pointy-headed freaks." Valtiel looked from Red Pyramid Thing to the Bogeyman, clasping his hands on his lap. "The trucker's gone, but that manifestation of Alessa is still running around here. Go find the little brat for me."

"Why can't you do it?" Red tilted his aptly-named head.

"I could ask you the same question. Why can't you do it?"

Red scratched under his helmet's rim. "I have stuff to do."

"Like hell you do. Get to it, you two. You've done nothing but sit around for both of your existences."

"That's not true," Red argued. "I was really busy for a while there. My schedule's already filling up."

"No, it's not," Valtiel replied flatly. "James isn't your problem anymore. You already skimped out on that responsibility. Don't pretend you didn't. Faking your own death and everything..." Red grumbled in irritation. "And you." He turned his twitchy attention to Bogeyman. "What the hell, you only killed the one guy? You barely got your knife dirty. Ever since then, you've just wandered around the Otherworld. Get lost, both of you."

The two trudged out of Nowhere, stopping outside the chapel door. Bogeyman sighed heavily. "…How are we supposed to do this?"

Red shrugged. "Guess we'll figure something out." Red tossed his spear to himself, snatching it out of the air. "How hard could it be? We'll just corner her or something. Easy catch."

"God, you really are clueless, aren't you…" Bogey gripped his knife tightly. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

"At least I'm original."

Bogey stopped mid step, turning slowly to Red. "What… the hell… did you just say?"

Red shrugged, folding his arms. "I think you heard me well enough."

The Bogeyman stared at Red for a long moment.

"…God I hate you."

The pair wandered the wasteland that is Silent Hill, trudging along at their typical, slow amble. As they passed in and out of the Otherworld, Bogey looked to Red. "You're glowing, y'know."

"Yep."

"Why do you glow?"

Red looked up at the taller monster. "You first."

Bogey nodded. "Blood is red, so I glow red."

"Is it so you can compensate for hardly spilling any?"

"I split that asshole in half."

"I can do that. All it takes is a hard swing."

"I did it from bottom to top." Red walked along silently for a moment. Bogey spoke up. "So what about you?"

"Red's my name, red glow's my game, right? Heh…"

"Quit being emasculated and answer the question."

Red sighed. "I dunno why the color is specific. I guess it's just because I'm that much of a badass. But uh… I glow whenever it's dark."

"No reason?"

"Oh." Red shifted his grip on his spear. "There's a reason, alright…"

"What is it?"

"Well. Y'know what they say… When the lights are down, it's time to get down." He elbowed Bogey a few times. "Eh? Eh?"

"Gay."

"What?"

Bogey lifted a hand, shoving Red away. "I don't swing that way."

"Alright, fucker, that's how you want to be about it?" Red grabbed the point of Bogey's helmet, yanking him to face him. "Then here's what's gonna happen. You and me, we're going to make this stupid errand into a race. Whoever brings her to Valtiel first is the one who definitely isn't gay."

Bogey grunted. "Deal." With that, the two parted ways, heading in opposite directions on the foggy streets.