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Silent Hill: The One with a Crappy Plotline; Episode VII
Walter awoke sleepily, blinking a few times. He wasn't sure of where he was, until he noticed Eileen peering into a refrigerator a little ways off.
"Hey, Henry! I found more pudding!"
"Really?"
Walter sat up, watching as Henry ran out of a hallway and into the room. "My God, this is a miracle!" shouted the brunette as he darted over to the fridge, looking in.
The blonde ignored them, examining his surroundings. For one, he was sitting on a couch, and a few yards ahead of him was the hallway in which Henry had appeared from; it took a turn to the right, and he supposed it lead to a bedroom.
To his right was a large table, and a little further ahead was the kitchen area Henry and Eileen were at.
He stood up. "Where… Where are we?"
The pudding fanatics turned, smiling with glee at Walter. "WALTER!" Henry cried as he rushed at the serial killer, who was expecting to be attacked.
Instead, Henry embraced him, tears running down his face. "Walter, Walter… It's like pudding heaven here! There's so much of it!"
Walter backed away from Henry, eyeing him warily. "Weren't you… trying to kill me?"
Henry wiped some of the tears away. "Well, I was, but I decided it wasn't fun if you were unconscious, but then when we regrouped with the Sunderlands and got this big hotel room, and I found all the pudding, my rage just dissipated…"
"Same with me!" chirped Eileen as she put her cup of pudding down and jumped at Walter, planting a huge kiss on his lips, causing him to stagger back, startled.
"Now, normally, I would never even think about doing that, but it's just so good to see you again, Walter!"
The woman grinned, picking up her pudding and spoon. "I don't know how to describe it… It's… It's like… Several orgasms all at the same time! It's just so pleasurable, and makes me so happy!"
Walter just stared at her as Henry hopped back with a chocolate pudding in hand. "Come, Walter, join us as we dance a very joyous dance! The dance of pudding!"
The last two Sacraments began to twirl around, their arms entangled. The blonde only looked at them as if they were whack-jobs… which they were.
"There must be only one explanation for this... I'm in Hell… Yes, that's it… About time, actually…"
He walked to the door. "Well, even though I am extremely happy for you two, I need to find my coat."
"Wait, Walter!" Henry called. "Be careful, 'cause in two hours I'm going to be back to normal and I'm going to want to find you and kill you!"
Walter nodded and walked out.
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"James, wake up!"
Laura jumped on James's groin, causing him to yelp and roll off of the bed and onto the floor.
"I thought that would wake you up. Frank wants us to all go out and eat breakfast," she informed him as he struggled to get up. "Go eat? What time is it anyway…?"
"I don't know, maybe ten o' clock…"
"Ten? Is Mary ready, because you seem to be?"
"Yep, and so is Frank, but Mary thought it was okay for you to sleep late; she said you'd had a busy day."
"Well, um, yeah… I did…" James frowned. "I better get ready then…" he said slowly thinking. "Is Henry awake?"
"Yeah, him and that girl are acting like they're drunk, but the blonde guy is still asleep."
"Oh, alright…"
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Harry Mason walked slowly through the aisle, inspecting all the articles of clothing. They were shirts- but he swore he noticed a thong somewhere in there- and he couldn't find anything Not that he needed a shirt, but he just felt like browsing around, and if something caught his eye he would purchase it.
The door to the store opened, and in walked a man with long, greasy blonde hair and beige pants. He had a sleeveless black shirt on.
Walter walked up to the counter, and a little, homosexual man skipped up to assist him. "May I help you?" he asked in a high- pitched, girly voice.
"Um, yeah… I noticed you trade coats, shirts, pants, so I wanted to know if an elderly man with a long beard had come in here and offered you a navy blue coat. He had a homeless look about him."
"I'm sorry, sir, but if I recall correctly no man by your description has visited, and no person has brought in a navy blue coat."
Walter sighed with disappointment. "Hmm… Alright, thank you anyways."
As he turned away to leave however, the man called to him. "We do have a lovely collection of coats, though, sir; would you like to see?"
Walter shrugged. "I guess so…"
The gay little man led Walter to the back, pointing at a long, black coat. "That is our best piece, sir, and plus it would look dashingly fashionable on you."
The serial killer scratched his head. "Uh, sure, I'll try it on..."
The man lifted the coat off the rack, and Walter put it on. "Hey, it looks pretty nice… but don't I look a little… Uh… What's the word…?"
"This may help you look a tad better," commented the gay worker as he took out a long, silver wig and stuck it on Walter's head before turning him around to face a mirror.
"What do you think?"
Walter studied it for a moment, grimacing. "The wig makes me look like some guy from a Japanese cartoon…"
"That's because the wig is identical to the hair of famed Final Fantasy VII villain, Sephiroth."
"Seph-… What?"
Walter shook his head. "Um, thank you, but it's just not the same," he said while taking off the wig and coat. "I'll just have to find that homeless guy…"
Suddenly, the glass entrance door and panels exploded. All three of the store's occupants turned to see two men in black body suits run in through the smoke, gas masks planted on their faces.
"He's here, Mistress," said Evil Minion Dude Number One(Who will be known as EMD#1.)
Evil Minion Dude Number Two nodded. "Yes, he is here."
Walter and the gay worker had crouched behind the counter, whilst Harry was standing still, watching them.
"How splendid," came a seductive, female voice. A figure suddenly walked out of the clearing smoke.
It was a woman, with long blonde hair flowing down her back and near her collarbone. She had bright, purple lipstick on, and was wearing a really, REALLY long, minkcoat, which was wrapped around her body, but that was good, because she didn't have anything else on, and this isn't an 'M' story…
…Moving on…
She also had on black gloves and boots, and huge, sparkly earrings. She seemed to be smoking something through a long, thin gray tube.
"Oh my God…" said the little gay man, fear evident in his expression. "What?" asked Walter somewhat plainly.
"It's Amelia Maxwell… I didn't think she would come so soon."
"What do you mean? I've never heard of her."
"She's one of the most powerful figures in the underworld… Money, weaponry, drugs, she's got it all…"
"Then… why would she be here, in this store?"
"Our quality is best… she usually sends representatives, but I missed a payment…"
"Payment for what?"
"…Wooden bird models…"
"Bird models?"
"Yes, I collect them… and it just so happens that Miss Maxwell does as well… she offered to give me a few… for a price…"
"And because you missed a payment they've come to do you in?"
"Yes, basically," the worker answered before standing and waving at the crime lord and her two henchmen.
"Ah, Miss Maxwell, I wasn't expecting you so soon…"
The lady took an inhale from the tube, before blowing a ring of smoke out. "Hello, Fabio, I heard… that you had missed a payment…? I sincerely hope that is not true."
Fabio giggled very nervously. "Well… Um… It… It is, true…"
Amelia sighed deeply… "Oh, Fabio, Fabio, Fabio… We warned you, several times… but I suppose I have nothing left to say…"
She turned to her servants. "You know what to do."
"Yes!" they exclaimed in unison, before EMD#2 unveiled a machine gun from under his right gauntlet. As he started unleashing hell on Fabio, Harry dove forward, pushing the gay little man down before he could get hit. Instead, the bullets headed straight for Walter, who quickly dropped down.
Harry took out his own handgun from his jacket; he rose swiftly, pulling the trigger once, his aim dead on; the single bullet pierced EMD#2's gasmask right in the forehead before he could even fire again.
Amelia's right eye raised. 'Hmm… Not bad looking…'
EMD#1 pressed a few buttons on a device wrapped around his left wrist. Three more henchmen dropped through the glass ceiling, ropes dangling as they landed.
The one facing Walter quickly readied a pistol, aiming it at him. "Here!" Harry yelled while throwing another gun over the desk; it fell into Walter's lap, allowing him to quickly down EMD#3.
EMD#4 ran at the serial killer, unsheathing a Japanese sword from behind his back. He swung at the blonde, who rolled out of the way as the blade sliced through the desk.
Before Walter could shoot though, EMD#5 had already thrown a knife, which hit the pistol out of his hands. The serial killer barely slid to the right of another slash as EMD#5 launched another knife at him.
Walter quickly caught the knife, and countered against another sword attack by striking EMD#4 across the chest; he fell instantly.
Meanwhile, EMD#1 was caught in a fierce gun battle with Harry, while Fabio was crouched behind the remnants of the counter and cash register.
Harry kept running around the store, reloading his weapon as EMD#1 didn't let up with the rain of bullets.
'He's good… Really good,' thought the novelist as he ducked and fired a few shots at his opponent, who mimicked his movements and avoided the bullets. But he was faster than Harry, and managed to nail him in the left arm; Harry cried out in pain as the weapon dropped to the ground. "Don't move," warned EMD#1 as he walked up to him and positioned the gun right on his left temple.
As this occurred, EMD#5 had kicked the knife from Walter's possession and delivered a quick jab to his jaw.
Walter tried his best to block or dodge the hits, but EMD#5 was just too speedy, and succeeded in knocking the blonde down and holding him there with his boot.
Amelia began to clap, a smile on her face. "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant… I applaud you two for defeating three of my followers."
"What do you plan to do with us?" inquired Harry as he cupped the wound on his arm. "I haven't exactly decided, but I suppose I can take you prisoner for the time being; you both may make excellent servants."
Fabio stood up, smirking. "Does this mean you'll let me go?"
Amelia laughed. "Of course not, Fabio, as you'll be joining these fine men; let us go."
(So… how will Walter get out of this one? And what role does Harry play in the Lord's great plan…? Especially the younger Harry, who has no clue who Heather is? You'll just have to wait and see.)