HI! Welcome back to the search for delicious, buttery goodness. I just thought I'd tell those of you who aren't really sure what butter cake is that it is an object in Silent Hill games 1, 2, and 3. It's an in-joke, with players trying to locate all the boxes they can. BUTTER CAKE MUST BE IN DOWNPOUR. I AM CREATING A PETITION.

*chants* BUTTER CAKE IN DOWNPOUR, BUTTER CAKE IN DOWNPOUR

Oh. Anyway, enjoy. :D (And happy likely belated birthday to Ark Rage!)

Henry, Eileen, and Cynthia began their hunt in Subway World, and not the kind of Subway World with the delicious sandwiches. Since Henry was the type to always be prepared for blood-sucking dogs and loons seeking to complete the 21 Sacraments, he brought his favorite ax.

Subway World would seem like a strange place to begin the quest for butter cake, but those who had been to Silent Hill knew butter cake could hide anywhere.

"Enlighten me." Eileen rolled her eyes. "Why are we looking for butter cake on subway tracks?"

"Don't question the man," Cynthia replied, running a finger down Henry's crimson cheek. He glanced at Eileen awkwardly and continued walking.

"Should we check the snack bar?" Eileen suggested.

"Does Subway World even have a snack bar?" Cynthia jumped down the taller brunette's throat instantly.

Eileen raised her eyebrow, then jerked her head in the direction of a darkened snack bar. Cynthia did not comment.

Henry vaulted over the counter, narrowly avoiding the corpse of a skinless dog; he rummaged through the cupboards, reading off the contents under his breath.

"Shotgun shells...handgun...health drinks...chainsaw... What the hell kind of snack bar is this?" Henry mumbled, lifting the bloody chainsaw above his head. Cynthia started and scooted back. Eileen strode forward to claim it, shooting a pointed glance at her nemesis before testing it once, alarming Cynthia even more.

"Ah! One box!" Henry tossed over a yellow package, emblazoned with a picture of a cake and the words "Butter Cake" in large, blue letters. "And...that's all."

oOoOoOo

Alessa bounced ahead of Red as they traipsed through the dusty halls of Alchemilla Hospital, the young girl bugging the Pyramid Head mercilessly.

Whatever, he thought, I need a cigarette to deal with her.

As he withdrew the pack, Alessa's dark eyes widened and she smacked it away. It spilled its contents (the remaining cigarettes, all three of them) down the hall; Red turned angrily on the little jerk.

"What was that for?" he growled.

"You shouldn't smoke because you'll get lung cancer and then you'll die!" Alessa explained. "I learned that in school."

Red sighed heavily. "And when have you ever gone to school? You're a manifestation."

Alessa simply shrugged.

Red shook his head.

"Do you and Bogeyman get along?" Alessa asked, walking backwards so she could face him as they continued on.

"No." He shoved past her.

"Why not?"

"He's an American knockoff that has no place in Silent Hill. I'm surprised the pansy isn't morbidly obese," Red replied.

"He's my friend!" Alessa stomped on his foot. "Take back what you said!"

"Honey, this isn't the kindergarten playground. This is the real world. The real world is a cruel, unforgiving place. There are no take-backs." Better to teach children valuable life lessons when they're still young.

Alessa ran away, crying.

"Get back here!" Red yelled, making a futile attempt to catch her as she sprinted into one of the rooms. He followed her into the pitch-black area. "Way to go, you're cornered." He chuckled softly in triumph, feeling his way around.

A blue-clad shape raced back out; Red turned in pursuit. Too tall for the short doorway, he effectively clotheslined himself, landing painfully on his back. When he made an effort to get back up, a butter cake box slammed into his chest and knocked him down once more.

"Screw this," he muttered, reaching for his cigarette pack. "I need a smoke if I'm going to be dealing with her." Then he remembered they were all scattered across the hallway. He didn't bother getting up.

oOoOoOo

"Do not fret, my dear, for soon we shall find the butter cakes," Frank soothed as he, James, Maria, and Heather tromped through Lakeview Hotel.

Lakeview Hotel, when not transitioning into the Otherworld, was a beautiful place. Teeming with Abstract Daddies and Graychildren, who came to visit when Midwich Elementary School ran dry of victims, but still a good place to relax.

"Is he talking to the flipping umbilical cord again?" Heather inquired quietly to Maria.

"Of course." Maria sighed. "Is it just me, or are we getting nowhere?"

"We can go to Room 312!" James suggested.

Maria shook her head, and Heather felt as though she were missing something.

"Any... particular reason?" she inquired.

James paused, then shook his head. "Not really. Just a bunch of holes I pounded into the walls and my wife's corpse."

Heather squeaked, "Oh."

"Do you want to split up?" Maria asked, leaning closer to the younger woman.

"Sounds great." They turned and loped down the hallway; the men did not notice.

You may have noticed I skipped Alex's group. The chapters are going to go with one bunch of people, so I don't have one million oOoOoOo's every time I switch to someone else; he, Bogeyman, and Elle will be next. :D I hope you liked this chapter enough to review, and until next time, buhbye!