Welp, it's butter cake time. :D
Here, have (half a chapter of) Henry. C:
Weren't the women ever going to give up?
They argued and hit one another like spoiled children, Eileen and Cynthia. Eileen already had red welts on her cheek with pinpoints of blood where Cynthia scratched her with her faux nails, and Cynthia found just how skilled Eileen was with a knife. Silent Hill women were lawless, and that repulsed the taciturn, altruistic Henry. He mulled briefly over shoving one of them into the path of an oncoming sub. He glanced hopefully this way and that, waiting for a train to come barreling by.
Nope. Not a sub to be had. The gods worked in Cynthia's favor today.
"Ladies..." he tried speaking out softly. "Ladies?"
Eileen brandished her dagger threateningly. "I swear, I will kill you again, Temptation." She used Cynthia's 21 Sacraments name, a low blow, but enough to shut the annoying demon up.
Henry rubbed his temples, wishing he could teleport back to Room 302 and pick up where he left off on his newest novel, a guilty pleasure titled "Eclipse", something he and his book club elected to read. Valtiel enjoyed it thoroughly, and Alex plotted suicide by running into the street and pleading a monster to put him out of his misery.
"Butter cake...?" he reminded them.
"Screw Valtiel." Cynthia waved him off with one bloody, greenish hand. "If he wants butter cake so damn bad, he can come get it himself."
"Let's check the bathrooms," Eileen suggested.
Eileen and Henry hopped down onto the tracks and back up again on the other side, leaving Cynthia on the opposite terminal.
"Coming?" Eileen chirped innocently.
Henry whispered, "You know that's where she was killed, right?"
Eileen's hand flew to her mouth in mock shock. "Really?" she gasped.
"What's with you guys?" Henry genuinely did not know the reason for their animosity.
Eileen scoffed. "Nothing- let's move." She strode on, mumbling to herself. Freakin' men, she thought, shaking her head and heaving the door to the women's bathroom open, avoiding the sticky puddle of dried blood.
Henry shrugged at Cynthia from across the terminal. "What the hell, huh?"
oOoOoBUBBLESoOoOo
Bogeyman angrily knocked back a shot of vodka, slamming it down on the wood bar with excessive force. The bartender ducked from the flying shrapnel, and his drinking buddies leaned away. Red growled as he picked a shard out of the square hole in his helmet, and Harry nearly dropped his appletini.
"What's the matter with you?" the bartender snapped, staring at the broken mess of clear fluid and glass littering the splintered crater created by the fury of Bogey's fist.
"Why don't you tell me?" Bogey stood up menacingly, a full meter taller than the man.
"S-sorry, man- thing- whatever you are." He backed into the drink case, knocking over a few wine glasses."I'll clean this up right away." With that, he bolted from the bar.
Bogey triumphantly sat down again, swiveling his stool to face the round tables where people ate, drank, smoked, and watched the nurses do their things on their red stages, steely eyes meeting him. The nurses stopped dancing, surprised by his sudden outburst, and even the music scratched to a stop.
"Free beer?" He tried lightening the mood, swiveling back and ducking his head, a bit difficult to do because of the rusty pyramind he lugged around on his head. "Dammit."
"Huh?" Red finished his Jaegerbomb, deliberately setting it down gently.
"Everyone knows me as being the polite Pyramid Head," Bogey growled. "You're the one who'd start a bar fight, Red, and here I am, scaring that rookie out of his wits."
Red laughed thunderously, so loud the earth seemed to tremor. "You wuss! That can't even be called a bar scuffle! I'll show you a real bar fight."
Bogey grabbed his friend's shoulder, but that did not stop him from getting up and finding his Great Knife.
"'Ey, you!" Red pointed at a Butcher, then a Raw Shock. "That guy said your mother was fat!"
"No one calls my mother fat!" the Butcher roared, flying across the room to yank the unsuspecting Raw Shock from his seat and unleash a world of hurt.
Satisfied, Red leaned against the bar and watched the spectacle unfold. "See? That is what I call a bar fight. Watch this Butcher repeatedly beat the Raw Shock while the Raw Shock can only kind of claw him with those weird back feet. And bite him. That creepy ass deserved it."
Bogey, horrified, could only gawk.
"Yeah, it's time to go." Red fled the scene, Harry trailing behind him.
Bogey politely called to the bartender, who eyed the Pyramid Head apprehensively from a dark corner, "Check, please?"
Red jerked Bogey along. "Put it on the tab!" Bogey ordered.
Murphy Pendleton was left to bitterly sweep up sparkling fragments and wish he had never committed the crime that landed him here. A felon, this Silent Hill bar was the best work he could find after escaping the crashed prison bus. He fit in here, and found a sort of humanity and companionship within the creatures that he was denied beyond the town's evergreen sign. At first, the place was more dangerous than the inmate named "Bubba" and dropping the soap in a prison shower (he'd swiftly learned two things: One, how to snatch objects mid-fall and two, he did not need soap if the first lesson failed) but it grew on him.
With a filthy old rag, he swept shattered shards into a wastebasket, indifferently spectating the violent fight progressing into a full-on war. The nurses had left their respective poles and were taking sides, cheering on the winner. In a surprising upset, it was the Raw Shock, devouring the Butcher head-first. Murphy shuddered and focused solely on the glass.
A red glow startled him and he dropped the wastebasket, gazing into the corner like a child in the headlights of a rapidly advancing truck where he'd been standing a minute ago. Oh God, the memories were flaring up again...
The Void leered at him silently, pulsating and advancing ever so slightly.
Oh shi- He leaped over the bar and dashed out of the building into the fog, tearing off his apron and discarding it carelessly on the curb.
That's all, folks. :D Happy New Year!
