Justicar: Intro
This was an idea that came to be after completing Silent Hill 2. Pyramid Head is a much-loved (and feared) character of the franchise, but no one ever really considers what's going through his mind as he's living out his existence in the town of Silent Hill. This is a series of pieces, each of which focuses around a specific event in Old Blood Pyramid Head's "life". There will be blood, gore, violence, lots of rage, questioning of existence, and also the infamous mannequin scene, you've been warned. Also, I already have most of the scenes written up, I'm just going to update when I find the time.
A few things to know before reading this series, I've made a few general assumptions to generally make Pyramid Head somewhat understandable.
In the game he never speaks, only moans, making him seem cruel, but generally unintelligible. For the sake of writing this, Pyramid Head more-or-less has James' memories and intellect. This means he knows why he exists, and can think for himself. Also, because he knows why he exists, and that James is terrified of him (for good reason), Pyramid Head becomes a dynamic character and a really fun one at that.
The time-honored debate about what's under the helmet has been addressed for my rendition of him in this piece. He might not have a "face" (I personally think he'd look something like James, but that's just me), but he has facial features. A mouth, a nose, and eyes (though he can "see" beyond his helmet). Also, according to the official art of Masahiro Ito, the stuff on the back on his neck is an airbag, so that's what I'm going with.
Silent Hill has designs on James, we all know this. Pyramid Head sorta instinctually knows the town's desires, but sometimes it'll also just throw him where it thinks he's most needed.
(hopefully this answers some questions and explain some things I present as fact in my version of the events of Silent Hill).
I don't know when I was born….if I was born. When I came into existence. In this town, grey and cold. I don't know how I born in this rust and dust of depravity, but I know why I exist. Death….her death brought the life into me. Mary…no. Her death bore the impetus for my existence, but it was a desire, a sweet, niggling little desire for punishment….James…..James Sunderland. He made me. Silent Hill….so full of memories and meanings, sights, smells, sensations. Here he found his wife most beautiful, and here, in her death, she returned, and he followed.