Author's note: Finally, I've got some motivation after I played "Corpse Party: Book of Shadows" for the first time. Because of that, my brain nagged me to continue this for at least for a bit. Yeah, "Neighbours in Hell: Hardcore" is somewhat similar to the Corpse Party series, so it's to be expected.

It was a long night for Woody being locked up in a dimly lit small room. There was no odour of any kind. There were lights, but like the stars in a night sky they do little to lift the blackness. And he had to lie there... all alone. He was trying to fall asleep, but there was this unusual pressure his head that feels uncomfortable. He often switched sleeping positions, but the pressure still remains. The bed itself seems so cheap, it is as if it was made out of stone when in reality it was not. It did not help that he was wide awake, mulling over his girlfriend Shelly - who knows what the Occultists are doing to her now, they are not even mentioning about it. Would that be on purpose perhaps? He was also afraid going back to that... house. From there, he might soon get discovered by the psychopath Rottweiler or get choked by the house's poisonous air alone. Either way, he would meet perhaps the most meaningless end - never to be heard or seen again... That definitely terrifies him to the point of shedding a tear. At the same time, he was also hoping he would succeed to end the hellish nightmare.

The next day, Woody is being brought to the laboratory's office since Joe already wanted to talk to him.

'I don't know why, but for some reason I get a feeling about this.' thought the young man.

That assumption was correct. Because Joe, without even turning around to look at him, already started lecturing him with these words:

"Your tricks are pathetic and unthinkable, Woody." without even a single "hello" or anything of the sort. Simply straight to the point "The whoopee cushion trick...is your creativity limited?"

Woody held his head low while trying to think of a good response to that.

"I want to remind you," after finally turning around and letting out a sigh, the hooded man continued "that it's a serious customized project from the top of our organization. Your existence and Shelly's life depend on your intelligence, agility, and angering the wanted maniac Rottweiler."

'Hold on... didn't he insulted me yesterday?'

Then the hooded man was silent for a whole uneasy minute. Well... more uneasy for Woody.

"I want to ask something."

"Go ahead..."

"Is Shelly alright?" he asked him "I mean if you can't let me see her, then please at least tell me!"

"An hour ago," Joe started answering his question "she had to be stabbed for her chattiness..." there was even a noticeable smirk on his almost expressionless face.

"What... did... you... say?!" wide-eyed and in disbelief, he was already on the verge of wrath.

"You heard me." he replied to him "She was getting... maybe a little too annoying especially with her pointless 'Where's he? Where's Woody?' nonsense."

He himself angrily gritted his teeth, and as a prankster was even considering doing something very despicable to him. Until he remembered that there was a security camera in the room and another for each room. So even if Woody did not wanted to, he resisted any anger-induced urge in him.

"Be prepared for work and carry on with the task..." Joe said this while he was giving a seemingly deadly glare at him.

Truly frightened, the young man did what he told him to without hesitation.

Sometime later, Woody was about to face the same dreadful grim place for the second time - he attempted to stay calm, brave and at the same time swallow his pride. However, he could not help but tremble and thinking to himself it is all a long nightmare while slowly stepping closer towards the entrance. When he finally did, once again he was met with the indescribable mixture of neurotoxin and visceral decay in the air, and with the overly unpleasant sight. Woody trough the keyhole, and he already noticed that the psychopath Rottweiler is only walking back and forth for a bottle of beer... or at least the poor young soul thinks it is beer in it, but he could not be absolutely sure, because he knows that there is such a thing as red beer.

Then he considered he would be still safe in the hall, so he collected the saw from the chest of drawers. He dashed as fast as possible to the bathroom to search through the medicine cabinet, in which he found some laxatives, he also grabbed the toilet paper while he was at it.

Woody was about to go into the kitchen, but he stopped himself when he heard some footsteps getting louder and louder. Out of complete paranoia, he hid in the wardrobe. That is completely understandable - anyone would have done that in a situation like this. Then he went back in front of the kitchen door and made sure it was safe. He used the laxatives on the red... beer?

Afterwards, he grabbed the rotten egg from the small fridge thinking:

'I probably should save this for a bit later'

He went to the bathroom and blocked up the toilet's drain. Meanwhile, the maniac got his beer, Woody returned to the kitchen to use the egg. When Rottweiler drank the laxative beer he made a run to the bathroom while looking really annoyed.

'That'll keep you in there for quite awhile, you demon from Hell!' Woody thought as he was setting foot into the living room 'I can't directly ruin you, but I can do this!'

He sabotaged his sofa by sawing all of its wooden legs, he did the same with the television's antenna. After exiting the room, the young man yet again hid in the wardrobe. Meantime, Rottweiler was done with the toilet and went back to the kitchen to get yet another beer... despite every other bottle of it being laxative. Well, even insane people can be stupid and oblivious sometimes. As soon as the overweight madman entered the living room, he got angry over the television antenna being ruined, but he fixed it regardless. When the madman sat down on his sofa, he immediately tumbled over.

"I know someone is in my house. Once I find whoever it is, I'll play with their insides!" he said these words with an emotion which was a strange mix of anger and light-heartedness.

Woody heard his words, which made him feel like as if his stomach turned upside down. However, he also felt slightly more relieved when he heard an unlocking sound from the entrance door. It surely meant that he was done with the current trial. He exited the house and collapsed on the ground coughing violently. But after a few moments later, he suddenly felt better - it was Joe's deed.

Later, Woody was taken back only to get locked up in that one small dimly lit room. He is still alive indeed, but miserable. Especially since Shelly is gravely injured, which made him have serious doubts. At the same time, he mentally prayed that she will live. One of the reasons why he stays strong and listen to the merciless Occultists.