This is the sequel to "Chance" which is a fanfiction based off the Bogeyman's song, but I still do prefer to call that sexy mofo Pyramid Head. If you haven't read the prequel, please do!

Hey guys. I know, early chapter?! Well, what can I say, I love writing, and I also love seeing this story play out. But I also love you guys. So here's a little snack for you. A little explaination, and mystery. And some Valtiel feature! In this one, Chance and Seishiro finally meet. What will their exchange be like?

Please do keep reviewing, share with your friends, whatever! Thank you so much for the support through all the drama and hardships I've had with my grandmothers passing away and my girlfriend breaking up with me, just, all the shit, you guys here kept me going, and I owe you a lot for that.

Love,

JapFan04

It was a tantalizing meal of all sorts, from the despair to the delicious moans, to the agonizing confusion and the self-loathing, the hatred. It kept coming, and coming and coming and the executioner wanted to consume it all.

The larger body thrusted into the abused form beneath it, the boy crying out in pure agony and ecstasy mixed into one disproportionate appetizing mess.

"J-Ja-Jaaames…" Chance mewled in his lust-driven, hypnotized state. "I-I'm full…!"

The boy coughed, black tell-tale liquid spilling onto the floor, body bent over the metal table and almost having been pushed over due to the power in the monster's vicious thrusts.

"Ungh-…!" He yelped as the large pair of hips met his behind once more with a loud slap. "Haa-!"

Worn. Tired. Dulled to almost everything, save for the overriding emptiness and suffocating darkness that engulfed him around and from within. Intoxicating. Corrupting. Burning and yet cold without feeling. Only rage. Only malice. Only desire. Only lust.

Bloodlust. Sexual lust.

"Mngh-…!" Chance partly-moaned, partly-cried, tears streaming down his face as the cock removed itself from his body. "Haa…don't…"

The ruined boy turned, kneeling on the table, directing his own head right into he executioner's crotch. Pryramid Head crooned, pleased at the sight of the boy's willingness, his acceptance to his dire fate.

A shy tongue made it's way up the length, covered in oozing black semen from their fucking, tasting the same substance that he already tasted in his mouth, bubbling up from his deepest insides.

"Nhh…" the light pink blush made his pale cheeks seem more lively that they had looked in a…long, long time.

Clumsy, tired hands, one scarred, held onto the monster's hips as the boy's mouth opened to wrap itself around the opening at the tip of the punisher's manhood. Licking. Suckling.

"Mhh…" Chance's lusty eyes fluttered at the taste of fresh precum, grayish in colour, compared to the monster's ejaculate. "Mh-hah…nn…uu…huh…"

More precut flowed, and the fragile human eagerly lapped it up, drinking it in. Pyramid Head growled, a low metallic sound that made something flutter inside Chance's chest. A feeling he had forgotten a long time ago. The feeling of pride. Something he hadn't felt ever since his mother's passing.

"Mph-!" he nearly choked as the entire head of the massive penis forced its way into his mouth, hands moving from the hips to grasp at the human-skin smock draped around the executioner's waist. "MPH-UU-MPH-!"

The boy's eyes widened and he cried against the phallus in his mouth as he felt a sharp pain in his ass. He looked up to see the long, tentacle-like tongue, dripping wet with saliva, extended from beneath the helmet, and his suspicions were conformed as he watched it move, feeling a thrusting in his ass as it did.

"Mphh-AH!" Chance pulled back, screaming as the tongue swirled around his intestines, touching everything inside him, swishing at the semen that flooded his entire body. "HAAA-! J-JAMES!"

Pyramid Head made a pleased sound, tasting the sweet insides that were both human and yet not human, tainted and yet clean. Perfect.

"AH-! D-don't…!" Chance shuddered, pressing back onto the tongue, feeling himself melt.

What…what was he wondering again? What had lead to this? No…he couldn't remember. It didn't matter. The idea was pushed to the back of his mind, and he enjoyed the physical attention he was always, always being given. He…felt right…like this.

"Mhh…~" Chance's voice pitched and he wriggled his pert little ass against the tendril, urging it on. "Jamessss…"

Urging Pyramid Head on.

The beast teased the boy's sensitive prostate, the latter's trained body responding with a desperate mewl and a nip at the penis in front of him, purring. The monster then grabbed the boy's hips, laying him onto his back, legs spread eagerly.

"Haa…!" Chance threw his head back, as the tendril was joined by the giant, slathered manhood. "AAAH-! HAA! AAAAA!"

His legs trembled, and he spread them wider, to try and alleviate some of the stretching he could feel himself experiencing.

"JAMES! H-HURTS!"

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so…so good…and he loved the feeling.

The lowers levels of the hospital were as rusted red as he remembered on that dreaded horror screen. Only it was real now, the fact making his skin crawl with both a light fear and excitement. However at the back of his mind. It was better to get it over with, and the sooner the better.

Or perhaps there really was a reason he was here.

"Oh what the fuck…" Seishiro twitched, seeing the inside of the elevator, looking for unwelcoming than the surrounding area he had just traversed.

It looked boarded up and old, like it was meant to be repaired and never was. There was no way in fuck he was stepping in there. He turned and stopped, coming face to face with a worn, old wall where there had been hallway.

"Jesus…you're kidding me." he growled.

It really looked as if something or someone, really wanted him to go down that elevator shaft.

He cracked his knuckles and his neck, sighing. "I'm not some pushover like James Sunderland." And he approached the wall, sizing it up, just as it seemed to size him up at the same time.

A balled fist impacted against solid, but old-looking wall. It burst through, crumbling the majority of it, and the arm itself was already turning a burnt colour, tattoos of ancient curses tattooed all over it, claws protruding just almost piercing through his own skin, and they would have if he didn't restrain himself enough so that they barely pricked the skin of the palm of his hand in his fist.

"What…?" He gasped a little, as he saw yet another wall, right behind the one he had broken through. "…you've gotta be fucking kidding me…"

He growled, this time the rest of him starting to bristle and change, as he always did when he got too furious or serious for his own good. He smashed the rest of the wall he was busy ripping through, pieces flying everywhere as the forced hi way through, determined and annoyed. He then clawed and smashed his way through the second wall-and as he expected at the back of his mind, there was a third wall. He climbed through the second wall and kicked through the third, finding a fourth and sighing, stopping as he climbed through the third wall he had destroyed.

"Fuck." he said, twitching and turning to look over his shoulder, his eyes widened slightly and he tensed as he saw the gaping doors of the elevator, finding the first to third walls nowhere to be seen.

Right back to where he started.

"….alright." he said, "You want me to fucking go down there, I'll go. But I'm not going to be the one regretting it, you be sure of that." He said to no-one in particular.

He approached the elevator, staring it down like it was the actual enemy, a creature with its mouth open, ready to consume him if he were to climb in. He grunted before entering, watching as the doors slid shut maliciously.

The elevator jerked awkwardly and swung a little, making the boy reflexively grip the handle at the side of it. He groaned in annoyance and cursed the elevator as it slowly made its descent into the true heart of darkness. A darkness he for some reason…felt like he knew well.

Seishiro shook it off quickly. This wasn't the time for that. Self-exploration was too cliche either way, he wasn't the sentimental type. Why? Well…he wasn't quite sure either. He couldn't bother thinking back far enough to know.

"…ugh." he ground out as the elevator began turning a violent red as it shook, the tell-tale siren triggering the change.

Somewhere in the mess of cogs, guts and filth, Valtiel turned the handles that simulated the switch between the fog world and the otherworld of hell. A irritation was slowly building at the back of his mind, forcing its way forward. Messing with his emotions, and causing nothing but pure rage to take over as the red took over the rusting grey. Like a mimic.

Something wasn't right, and he could feel it. But it wasn't the sense of danger that caused a rising of nervousness. It was more like…it was something he hated. A pet-peeve taken to the max, much like when Cindy forgets to close the door on her way out of his room and he has to be the one to get up himself and motherfucking close it. A problem he didn't need but for some reason kept on occurring.

It felt like that. Only…a thousand times stronger.

Valtiel, within the clockwork of the labyrinth, finished turning the tap, and now reached up, between two dangling pairs of legs. The strong hand wrapped around a lever, and with a loud CLANG, he pulled.

The elevator doors open to reveal a dark hallway, a gaping esophagus that sends its chewed up victims down to the acid of shadows to be taken in forever. But he wasn't chewed up, not just yet. As he stepped out of the elevator, Seishiro found himself…in a field.

"….this place is messed up." he concluded aloud, twitching with his irritation growing.

There was something…something about this open field that didn't feel right. It was grey, and dead like everything else…but he knew it was different. Something about it, was different. He walked out into it, noticing the elevator behind him too, was gone. It was almost round, surrounded by thick woods that were now leafless and lifeless, the grass browning or grey, burnt and dead. He knew this place…

Quickly, he made his way to the nearest tree and climbed it, smoothly jumping onto the first branch, then sliding himself up on the next one, jumping and swinging, until he reached the very top.

Once there, the boy looked long and hard at his surroundings. In the distance, he could see an open lake, uninhabited, and clean. The shape of it was unmistakable-Toulca Lake.

But where was the sign that read it's dreaded name? Where was the giant waterpower that was held up on an intricate steel staircase that looked menacingly over the water? Where were the roads leading to it? The houses nearby?

He wasn't looking at it from an inconvenient angle either, from where he stood, high over everything, he could see the whole of the lake, far into the distance…and yet no sign of man-made construction. A trick, maybe?

"Where the hell am I then?" he asked himself, making a one-eighty turn and looking directly behind him, where the town should be if the lake was ahead of him.

There was nothing there. No tall buildings. No houses. No billboards. No school. No hospital. Nothing!

"How…where did…" where did everything go?

In the distance, just right where the town would have started to sprawl out over the valleyed land, was a faint, white-grey pillar of smoke, rising. He blinked and decided it would be best to head there.

The journey seemed shorter than it should have measured, counting his steps and remembering how far it had looked from his perch. It was like the ground was shortening as he walked across it, trees zooming in faster than he approached them.

It was because that smoke, originating from an ancient fire, was where the town wanted him to be. Where he needed to be.

The boy stopped curiously, gazing at the flame that seemed to be just enters now, a form, huddled close to it, seeking warmth from the cold. That was odd, it really didn't seem cold…although the sky really did look grey, and the ground seemed dead along with the trees.

The form huddled, shivering, shaking violently, covered in a thin blanket that looked like it was traditionally woven.

"Hey…" he said, urging to it.

But whoever…or whatever it was, did not heed his voice.

"Uhm…excuse me?" he asked again. "Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good…"

He was about to take the hood he had on off, to drape it around the figure, when from within it's cloak, it drew a thick, short piece of wood, throwing it into the embers. Sparingly.

As the fire grew to consume its fuel, the figure sighed, and he recognized the voice. It was his own.

Seishiro walked around the fire, pace growing more nervous eyes never leaving the strange figure. As the coat out was slowly angled out of the way, he gazed at the face, own eyes in shock. It…it really was him…and yet…not him. Not really.

It was a woman who looked like him. Too much, like him. Effeminate, yes. But the eyes were the same.

"M…Miss…?" he asked hesitantly.

Who…who was this person?!

The girl still didn't seem to notice him, but gasped at a sudden onrush of commotion from somewhere behind him. She looked through him, and seemed frightened, anxious.

He looked back to find a young man, tanned by the sun and feet reddened by the earth, fur wrapped around himself from the skin of a bear, and the top of his head mounted by the horns of a bull bison. A native.

The woman's shoulders dropped as she recognized the other, and she smiled quietly, never speaking a word as he approached and spoke to her gently in a native language Seishiro just barely understood.

From the gestured, he picked up that he was giving her food and supplies, taking the thick fur wrapped around himself and wrapping her cold body with it. He brought a large sack, filled with wood and put it beside her. With a quick apology, he left, looking back.

Seishiro watched as he did so, gaze averting back to the woman who had his face. She removed the fur and the cloth from the top of her head, for sunlight to reveal…charred brown skin, tattoos of ancient curses, and bright golden eyes framed by spiked, messy white locks.

More noises came, and the woman suddenly shrank back into the fur, body changing, and becoming more lean and tough, muscles becoming defined-turning into a young boy. Somewhere around his mid-teens…the skin turned a light tan, and the hair a dark chocolate brown that hung in long bangs in the boy's face, eyes becoming a coffee tone.

With this new form, Seishiro felt like he was looking into a mirror.

Was…was there more…like him? Just like him? The same…strange skin and eyes and hair…the strange tattoos, cursing their very existence.

"Over here!"

Seishiro spun around, yelling in surprise as an older man, followed by several others, passed through him. Right through him, as if he were made of smoke. "FUCK-!"

"Looks like we've got ourselves another injun, boys…" one of them said as the rest of them surrounded the person by the fire.

Without warning, the young man from earlier returned, jumping the man who had spoken-the embedded a tomahawk into the settler's face, the man dropping dead.

The young man turned to the person who now stood by the fire, telling him to run-and Seishiro understood.

This…these…these were his memories…

Have you remembered?

"Wha-!" Seishiro gasped, turning to face the silent voice.

Valtiel hung himself down from the ceiling of the elevator, turning his head three-hundred and sixty degrees, shaking it violently as he detached himself from the ceiling and landed on the floor, facing Seishiro.

Have you forgotten so easily?

"…" Seishiro frowned, stepping back from the creature. "Forgotten…? What's there to remember?"

You really have become such a tool.

The boy growled, baring his fangs. "And you aren't? Servant of the dark. Servant of the light. What's the difference? You're as much a fucking tool as I am."

My poor liege.

At the curious remark, Seishiro stepped forward. "Explain! What's all this bullshit?! Explain or I'll rip you limb from limb, and you know I can…!"

Yes…That is more like you.

"If you don't start talking, I'm going to hurt you. A lot." He said, taking another step, hand raising and nails elongating into claws, skin on his arm darkening as he approached, emanating malicious intent.

Anger. Hate. Despair. Self-loathing. Fear. Loss. The things that turn the cogs of this dark reality.

"RRRGHH-!" The boy leapt at the archangel, claw in the air and slicing downwards.

All of these things, are because of you.

Seishiro's sudden anger was replaced and turned over by confusion, and his momentum faltered-much so that Valtiel took this as a chance, launching himself using powerful, mutated hind-legs, tackling the boy out of mid-air, and landing on top of him.

"UNH-?!" the wind felt as if it was ripped from his lungs from the impact, increased by the weight of the almost five-times-bigger creature on top of him.

Valtiel gripped the boy's shoulders painfully tight, his stitched-shut lips parting just barely to reveal the beginning of many rows of small, choppy teeth, like a piranha's. His form, changing, in the boy's presence, as always, appearing different depending on whom he came into contact with.

The angry blood-red tattoos on his shoulders reddened more so, becoming lambently more visible, and the leather that encased and formed his back began to wrap and stretch, growing, growing, and growing.

I know my purpose. What I am. But you…you have forgotten.

"What the fuck?!" Seishiro flinched at the pain of his shoulders, feeling claws dig into the skin and bone, that looked all too much like his own. "GET OFF!"

As he raised a leg to forcefully remove the architect from his person, great black, boned wings burst from the other's back-a crude representation of an angel, a mockery of the holy being…and a reflection of something…Seishiro felt like…he knew well.

I have always admired your work, my liege…what do you think of my tribute to you?

"….wha…" the boy stared, arm becoming human once more in his daze and confusion, thoughts screaming at him that he knew this form. "What…are you…?"

I am the servant of 'god'.

And something from his earliest memories mad the boy snap and put all his might into a kick, so powerful it caused Valtiel to shriek in deep agony as the foot collided against the other's stomach, sending the attendant to fly, broken rips slushing around in his rotten body.

The boy stood, glaring, smirking cruelly, arrogantly. "There is no 'god'."

He…was starting to remember now. That horrible feeling. The feeling of being abandoned…alone…lost…but from where did these memories come from? And how…how had he forgotten them.

…he needed to know. He had the right to know.

"Know this, you freak." the boy said, raising his nose high and glaring downward at the scrambling monster. "You alone decide for the world what you will make or break for it. Or if you simply…"

Seishiro drew his claws once more.

"Break it." He finished, swiping motion, rejuvenated by the feeling, the rage, the anger, the confusion, power increasing, drawing strength from the darkness deep within his soul.

That one slash caused the entire shoulder of the attendant to split from the rest of it's torso, three slashes accompanying it on lighter, but still deep cuts across the monster's chest.

"Now get out of my sight." he scowled, demeaning glare bearing down on the injured archangel.

Even in pain, though the arm that had once served him well began to flop and fall limp as Valtiel stood, full height towering over the shorter being. He had managed to say one last thing that troubled the boy.

As you command.

An eager, soft tongue, delicately licked at the darkness-shrouded needle-like teeth that nested the long tentacle that had removed itself from the boy's asshole just minutes ago, the large phallus still thrusting hungrily in and out of the weaker body.

"James…" Chance whispered against the sharp fangs.

Pyramid Head growled low as the soft lips parted, foolishly, daringly, to tease the monster's leather lips that stretched over foul, festering gums, holding the needles of bone in place. Slowly, hungry jaws parted, teeth grazing carefully-or as carefully as possible over the cushy pert pink that was Chance's lips.

"Mph-…huhnn…" He boy whined as he felt cuts spread across his mouth and his tongue, withdrawing.

He wanted, but he could not have. The pain, a sweet reminder. The inability to truly kiss this creature, an adornment to his already existing punishment. The yearning, driving him perpetually insane.

"Jahmss-hh…" he repeated, bloodied lips and tongue meshing together, stinging pain, red velvet dripping down between the, like sweet copper syrup.

Pyramid Head's tendril slapped up the river that dripped off the boy's chin, the friction between their bodies slowing until it was thick, and tantalizing, every slide of sliding up and back down, felt with intensity.

The boy's body arched and he cried. "U-UHuhn…~"

The slow, intense, friction caused the body being abused to peak, and the boy came…the light grey acid burring the inside of his urethra. He gasped in overwhelming ecstasy, in stinging agony, and in pure shock.

He had truly, become a possession of this beast. His old body, dead-executed, his soul murdered and eliminated, and his own ideals lost to the foul breath of rotting flesh.

The black foulness that filled his insides soon after his coming, added to the burning of his entire body. He coughed, knowing very well that what was to come from his mouth would never be food again.

His tears, bled a blood red and his skin faded into a translucent, sickly pale for a mere second, before regaining its tone and he collapsed against the head body that held him constantly.

"Haa…James…" he breathed, nuzzling the collarbone of the mighty executioner. "It…hurts…"

The boy's eyes wandered down, gazing at his own blackening semen and face turning a light pink at the sight. Truly belonging. Being owned. Feeling…safe. He shut his eyes and basked in the glow of these feelings that were stolen from him so many years ago.

Even…even if this was fake. Even if he was only being used. Teased. Abused. It felt real. It felt right.

A small, weak hand slowly found itself desperately holding onto the large, massive gloved hand. Never wanting to let go. Yearning. Hungry.

Seishiro's eyes wandered the grating that held him up from falling between clanking dogs and steam, hot melted steel that burned his skin even as it healed over and over and over again. Reviewing his thoughts. His self.

He didn't die-as far as he knew, as long as he decided he had the will to exist, the desire to keep moving, his legs would work, his lungs would heave, and his wounds would heal. Slowly. But surely.

The strength he carried was…nothing short of monstrous. Menacing, destructive. He never really hungered, and starvation was nothing but a feeling, induced by the desire to believe…he was human.

What…was he, then?

As if the world had heard his question, the hallway suddenly stopped in front large, rusted, factory doors. The true entrance to the labyrinth. Pausing just to wonder as to why he was really here, he kicked the door open in frustration in having to think far too much for this one stupid mission.

The room beyond revealed a bright, white light.

Seishiro hissed, skin flaring up and burning against the brightness, he shut his demonic eyes against it and his hair whitened, spiking, hooding, trying to protect him from the unwanted exposure.

"ARRRGH!" he hissed, trying to back way, only to hit solid white wall. "STOP! FUCKING STOP! RRRGHHH!"

He slashed at nothing, frustrated, before falling facefirst onto tiled, dirty, blood-covered floor. The light vanished and he was left panting.

"Rrrggghh…" he growled angrily at the vile, vile, vile light, annoyed.

"It's alright now."

"Hh-…" Seishiro flinched away from the voice, eyes still shut tight, though his body didn't burn anymore, he didn't take the chance. "You…"

Alessa stood over the boy, kneeling to his level and slowly reaching out to pat his head, stroking rough, needles for hair. "…it's okay."

Seishiro's breathing declined in intensity and he slowly opened his eyes to lay gaze on her face. His expression betraying distrust, and she slowly smiled.

"Welcome home, big brother." She said.

She was gone. And Seishiro was left to the heavy sound of clanking, spilling hot lava-metal, and hissing steam. He breathed in deep before sitting up, holding his face in his hands.

"Fucking hell…" he breathed, panting. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…"

His head snapped up and he stood, the surprise and shock wearing off, melting into pure rage. He roared in anger, kicking at the railing and causing it to break off from the platform grating, falling into the molten mess below.

A display of strength that mirrored that of the monsters of this wretched hellhole far too much. He cursed, looking down at the mess of hot orange that engulfed the steel slowly. He stared.

"…I seriously need to get home."

Chance played with a a large Creeper, one of its legs having been crushed entirely by Pyramid Head's giant boot as he lurched out of the room, dragging his signature weapon out with him. There were two kinds, ones that simply looked like giant beetles with deadly mandibles, and those with…distorted human faces, red underneath their exoskeleton shells.

He had seen them swarm victims before, eating them alive until they were nothing but bones. The one he was currently playing with, had a face.

He pulled at one of the more whole legs, watching it cry out in pain as he yanked then let go, then yanked and let go, over and over again. he poked its face with a finger, which it latched onto, biting into the flesh, and drawing blood.

The boy didn't even flinch as he watched the dark red blood flow, the creature tearing away at his flesh, before it slowly consumed the blood unintentionally. He watched in fascination as the Creeper's small holes for eyes widened and it chocked, coughing, screeching and then slowly turning black and halting its movements. Dead.

"Ah-…!" Chance gasped as a giant boot came down on what was left of the creeper, nearly smashing his finger against the floor in the process.

He looked up to find The Butcher, glowering down at him.

"…" he blinked, standing slowly, eyes never leaving the faceless monster's.

The Butcher growled and grabbed the boy's wrist, inspecting the bite-mark on his finger and voice flaring up more when he smelt blood.

"…it's fine…" Chance said, guessing the monster's thoughts. "It doesn't matter."

The Butcher looked from the finger at the boy without eyes, and scoffed, slowly letting go. Only now did Chance notice the little girl perched on the thing's shoulder.

Alessa smiled. "Would you like to play?"

"Alessa…" Chance said in w hushed tone, looking around to find something to cover his vulgar, naked self.

"Big brother." Alessa said, calling his attention from his search. "Play nice, okay?"

He blinked, to find that the monster and the girl had vanished. The heavy door opened, and he saw…someone he didn't recognize.

"…!" Seishiro stared, surprised at his own luck. "Hey! Kid!"

Chance gasped and staggered back, tripped backwards over the bones on the floor and falling. Seishiro rushed into the room, grabbing the boy's wrist and pulled him up, back onto his feet before he could hit the floor.

"Who…?!" Chance's voice was filled with panic and he tried to pull his wrist away.

"Calm down!" Seishiro said, looking at his own hand to make sure he wasn't in his…less appealing form. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Chance's eyes searched the others, and he swallowed. "Who…who are you?"

"I'm the guy that's going to get you out of here." He replied.

"Out…? You…you mean you're going to…take me away?" Chance asked, fear suddenly filling the tone of his voice.

Seishiro noted the sudden change in attitude and quickly let go of the boy's hand as Chance stepped back, farther and farther. It was best not to provoke an already frightened animal after all.

"I won't let you…" Chance said, voice growing more frantic. "You can't make me go!"

"Calm down…god…what have they done to you…?" Seishiro questioned himself more than he did the boy. "You're not thinking straight anymore. We need to get you out of here, alright?"

"No!" Chance shook his head, now reaching the far wall as Seishiro took steps forward when he had taken steps back.

"Look, I won't do anything." Seishiro said, hands in the air. "See…? I'm just a regular kid. Just like you."

What a lie.

"I don't care, you won't make me go!" Chance defiantly said, pressing into the wall even more as Seishiro stood before him.

"Why won't you leave?" he asked, "I'm trying to help you."

"Nobody ever tries to help me!" Chance suddenly screamed, making Seishiro jolt slightly. "All you do is help yourselves! You people do nothing but hurt me…you're all rotten and horrible…murderers…liars…"

Seishiro swallowed at that…because he knew, the other boy was right. "…I thought the same too."

Chance frowned. "You're lying."

"No…I…" Seishiro's eyes darted from the boy to the floor, scowling at his own confusion, weakness. "A long time ago…I was confused…and lost, like you…I didn't have anyone."

Yes…he…he was starting to remember now. That feeling…the scene with the native boy.

"I only had one friend." Seishiro explained. "And he took care of me. I didn't have anyone else."

Chance's eyes lit up slightly from the similarity in their standing. "…re…really…?"

"Yeah." Seishiro said, chuckling at himself. "In fact…I…it's…it's been…a long time since I thought about him. I can't even remember his name. I don't know how I forgot but…I guess that's just what happens to you, when you move on."

"There's nothing for me out there." Chance hissed, gripping his own arms and looking away.

"…I'll take you home with me, then." Seishiro said. "You, me, Cindy, and everyone else."

"…everyone else?" Chance asked.

"Yeah. You…want to meet them, kid?" Seishiro grinned as friendly as he could.

"…" Chance hesitated. "You…really want me to leave? Why…?"

"You don't belong here. Look what it's done to you." Seishiro pointed out.

Chance looked at his own feet, the outgrown nails already black, like claws, skin turning more and more translucent as the days went by. More and more, he was starting to.

"I do." Chance said. "Look at me…I'm a freak. I can't go back out there."

"…Look, it's Chance, right…?" Seishiro asked.

Chance looked up at the mention of his name. "…yeah."

"I'm giving you one, right now. Let's get out of here." Seishiro said. "I can get you back to normal. And then…"

"…and then?" Chance repeated.

"Then, everything will be okay again." Seishiro said.

But the insincerity of how sure the boy was caught Chance's attention and he soon retaliated. "You're lying! You're a filthy liar!"

"Chance-!" Seishiro fell back as he felt hands go to his throat. "GHK-!?"

"LIAR! LIAR!" Chance screamed at the top of his lungs, the sound coming more like a monster's than anything else.

Seishiro felt his breath come short, and his windpipe constrict. How-when did the grip get so crushingly strong?! Chance pressed and pressed and pressed, the body tainted by the seed of the mightiest monster in this cursed town, driving force derived from the essence that flowed through his whole body. Poisonous. Dangerous.

"DIE!" Chance exclaimed, grinning wildly.

"KHH-Din't…wn…d…this…" Seishiro wheezed, pushing the others weight off of him.

Chance fell onto his back, sprawled, Seishiro's hands pinning his wrists down. "GAAH-!"

"Khuh-…khuh-huh…" the boy on top of him glared down. "…you really, don't want to do that."

Chance struggled, but his body was malnourished and weak, he couldn't fight back. Then the boy stopped moving entirely. He stared up, cold dead eyes boring into Seishiro's skull.

"Hey…!" Seishiro blinked. "Kid! He-GHAA-CHK-!?"

A giant blade, pierced right through Seishiro's body, right down the middle, slipping between the ribs and through the spinal chord. He choked, kicking as he felt himself get lifted from the floor by the metal stuck through his back and chest.

Pyramid Head uttered a deep battle cry as he swung the blade, flinging the boy off of it, and smacking the body against the wall. A tender hand gripped at his smock, Chance leaning into the monster's side, shielded by the massive form. The boy smiled, under the shade of the massive pyramid.

"…now die." Chance said cheerfully, smiling even as his eyes expressed deep sadness.

Somewhere, the old him, crippled and forever dying. Still remained.

Seishiro vomited at least a bucket of blood onto the floor and he strained, pain erupting throughout the whole of his chest. He leaned against the wall he was thrown against. Looking up, feeling a sudden pressure on his thighs, he saw Chance's bare form, straddling him.

The boy above him smiled, deep black sclera making his silvery corneas even more prominent. "She said I can play with you. As long as I…play nice."

Seishiro bit back the urge to change and slash at the very boy he was trying to save, his the pain caused his dark soul to try and heal the wound. His eyes turned bright gold, pupils becoming slitted.

Chance took no notice of this, and his eyes turned those deadly colours, flashing. "Let's play."

"KHH-?!" Seishiro gasped feeling his right palm split, and his left hand smash entirely. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

The Bogeyman's sledgehammer removed itself from the boy's destroyed appendage, and The Butcher slowly pushed his Great Cleaver through the entirety of the boy's palm.

"AAAAAARRGHH! KH-AAAAAAAH!" Seishiro cried in pain, loud and long. "AAAAAHAAAAAAA-!"

Chance licked his lips at the delicious screams of terror. "What's wrong…? Aren't you having fun?" He asked, looking genuinely worried.

Hate everything that only wanted to hurt him. Lash out at anyone that ever dared to cross him. Retaliation, revenge….retribution.

These were the things he had learned from his 'god'.

"Don't you like it?" Chance asked, the cleaver and the hammer no longer there, he leant forward as the boy he sat on's hands fell limp and useless.

Seishiro could feel pained tears prickle and fall down his face. "Khh-…ngh-…" But he was too stubborn to ever give in. "Fuck…that hurts…"

Chance's grin widened and his head almost split in half horizontally, large tendrils emerging from what was once his mouth. Each one appeared to be an exact copy of the punisher's long, tongue, tip sharpened when he was ready to strike.

Seishiro gasped as everything went black and he felt his very skull ripped into by the other boy's tongues.

So...I know someone here wanted to see a seme Chance. I think a couple of you or more. So I edited this, and I said I'd do my best. So here we go! I know there's a request from ReaperLuci for some tentacle action, and I know how to fit that in perfectly~...

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