This is based off the Boogeyman's song (But I'd prefer to call that sexy motherfucker Pyramid Head), which I found was quite beautiful. It's written in the way of fulfillment of the poem that the parents involved with the Order told to their children in order to cover up for the disappearing (and eventually sacrificed) children in accordance to the pact they made.
The poem can be found by looking up 'Child's Drawing' on the Silent Hill Wiki. Please do take the time to read the whole thing if you feel like it or just don't want to read the poem in the spread of the whole fic. This is from searching for 'Boogeyman' in the Silent Hill Wiki, explaining why I'd choose Pyramid Head over Boogeyman (in accompaniment to the fact that it sounds sexier to have an original name rather than some monster name that's been used to years.):
"There are several hints which imply the Bogeyman to be Pyramid Head:
There are visual similarities in the Bogeyman drawings alluding to Silent Hill 2
Mayan Escalante, senior artist of Homecoming, refers to the Bogeyman as Pyramid Head [4]
Coding in the game's files refers to the Bogeyman as Pyramid Head [5]
The BradyGames Homecoming strategy guide refers to him as Pyramid Head [6]
The Bogeyman figurine on Konami's merchandise was labeled "Red Pyramid Thing [7]
Various interviews with developers [8][9]
Ultimately, Tomm Hulett has said that whether or not the two are the same is up to, "[Each] player's interpretation."
Further on, there is the possibility of Pyramid Head's origins: "Pyramid Head may be based on a painting Alessa saw in the Grand Hotel just before she was burned alive by the cultists. [10] Another theory to Pyramid Head's origins is that he may be Alessa's incarnation of her "father" - a man unknown to her, wearing a mask that conceals his identity, an authoritative figure punishing those in Silent Hill that had punished her in the past." Which, i think is quite heroic, if not somewhat charming, don't you think? Kesesese~..
Also, sorry it is slightly inaccurate by the fact that not all the children just suddenly disappear at once-although I might try to fix that before this is posted up with some whatever-the-fuck, reasoning. In the game, I am well aware that a child is only sacrificed once every
Chance is my OC. And there will be some rather delicious PHXChance action. Because it takes one hell of a monster to tame a wild young man.
Please also take the time to read the Founding Families History, since the events happening in this fix will be based off the Sheperd's, Barlett's, Holoway's, and Fitch's family method of sacrifice.
There is an interesting sight labelled the Silent Hill Office of Tourism, and the sight seems pretty legit and its fun to go there and read what they've made up about the town, particularly:
"It is said that the whole area is sacred ground where native Americans conducted mysterious rituals. Before settlers came from Europe, Silent Hill was considered to be a holy place, and was referred to as ''The Place of the Silenced Spirits''.
Some say however it's based of Centrailia, Pennsylvania. However I have been told that there IS a real 'Silent Hill' town in California, made popular by the game series and movie 'Silent Hill'
Phew. I hope you all liked the smut in the last chapter. Looks like our little blonde is in deeper trouble than before, if you know what I mean ;P Ehh..not really much to say, just hope that this stays up here now that last bit has been written. On to the fic~!
Pyramid Head turned the unconscious boy onto his back, pressing a hand to his stomach one more time, feeling the movement of the now very active eggs, gestating inside. The demon watched each rise of the human's chest, each breath that drew life from the world of death around him. As tiny as the human was, he was a suitable host.
The breathing was shallow and deathly, however, and Pyramid Head remembered-if not miraculously so-that the boy had yet to eat. Hearing the Creepers skitter here and there, patiently waiting for the punisher to abandon the host of his brood, he picked the boy up, being careful with his abdomen in particular, choosing to leave the Great Knife behind for now, it's weight would make it impossible for him to manage moving along. At least his presence alone was enough to deter the Creepers from trying to take a bite out of his muse.
He moved along the hallway at an easy, but swift pace, the weight of the knife now no longer an issue. Chance didn't even stir, too far gone into his dreams to care about where he was. In the arms of his rapist.
As they walked, Pyramid Head gazed down at his gateway, his prey, his prize, and now his host. This child was sworn to him, as death to the knife. The lies of his ancestors had now come back to haunt him, and as a consequence, he was the executioner's to play with until he got bored. It'd been a long time since fate had granted Pyramid Head a toy. And like an immature, instinctive animal cub, he was rather pleased, excited, even. He stopped in front of one of the hallway rooms, opening one of the side-doors and entering.
The room was small, an old, worn, half-melted television sitting in one corner, still using the antennae from when they were first invented, though no plug suggested it was even powered. On the opposite side was a just-as-worn-looking bed, without so much as covering or pillow. But it would have to do. He placed the boy down on the exposed mattress, watching as his lower gut writhed with life, bumps moving along beneath the surface of skin. He could feel the excitement the eggs were emanating from finally having something warm to wrap around them. Pyramid Head growled, watching as he straightened himself.
The eggs would gestate for awhile longer before hatching and killing each other off, devouring each other until there was only one left. Since the process was a sort of free-for-all, instead of an actual selection, it was likely none of them would even survive. But that was alright. Pyramid Head was immortal. No rush.
And now that the eggs had made room for themselves inside the boy's body, impregnating him wouldn't be impossible the next time. Although it would take longer. Pyramid Head turned, but instead of leaving he sat down against the wall. Without his presence, the Creepers and Alessa-knows-what-else could come in anytime, sniffing at the smell of fresh, live young.
"Is he gonna be alright?"
"He didn't take too hard a hit from the crash, but…it's clear that…well…"
"Yes, but is he gonna be alright!"
"He's fine. We've performed several X-rays to see if there's anything broken just in case."
"Doc…!"
The voices were everywhere. Talking about him. Some were close, some were far. But he could hear them all. They were talking about him; and he could recognize at least two: Kurtis' and John's. Chance breathed hard, unable to see, to move, to feel anything. Why? What was happening! Why couldn't he see! Where was he!
A small beeping suddenly became louder and louder, increasing in speed.
"His heart-rate is rising!"
"Quick, get the ibuprophine!"
"Kid…!"
"Chance!"
"Kid, fucking hang in there!"
Chance jolted awake, gasping in cold sweat, finding himself staring at a dark, filthy ceiling. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things, before turning his head to see where he was. A mattress, old and rough to the touch, but it was better than being left on that metal table's cold surface. He could feel the loose string here and there prickling his back in places.
The memories from before he lost consciousness came trickling back slowly, before flooding back full force. Chance suddenly wished he'd been left there to grow cold and die. Slowly, he sat up, yelping-his fears were confirmed by a great stinging pain in his backside, straight up his spine and gut...his gut! Now that he had remembered…yes…he could feel them, crawling around inside and squirming.
He lay back down, panting and straining so as not to injure himself further. No…it couldn't…no fucking way…
A trembling hand, filled with hate shot up to his gut, the palm and fingers feeling the slight but very present wriggling just below his flesh.
"No…God-damnit...no fucking..."
No! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Just as his overwhelming emotion shot to the hand that was at his gut; making it want to squeeze, to dig and to punch, to kill anything and everything that was moving around inside of him, a much larger, stitched hand gripped painfully at his wrist.
"Gh-!" Chance flinched, feeling the joint move a little, a tell-tale crack resounding as it was yanked high up. "AAH!"
Pyramid Head did not let go of the hand; since he especially didn't need his host murdering his brood before they were due. Chance glared for a second before sudden tire overtook him and he choked, slumping forward and panting hard.
Right. He still. Hadn't. Fucking. Eaten.
Pyramid Head realized this and at once roughly hoisted the boy over his shoulder, careful not to squeeze too hard, lest he be the one to crush his offspring.
"Hey!" Chance managed a hoarse yell, surprised at how dry it sounded.
Then again, he hadn't had anything to drink either.
The monster turned, taking a spare spear off the wall before venturing out of the room. Chance struggled, good hand managing to try and dig his nails into the monster's impenetrable flesh. He kicked as best as he could in his weakened state, but the pain he felt was hard to overcome. In the end, he gave in, going limp and quieting down, watching the grating under the monster's smock pass, with every step. Then he remembered yet another, just as important detail.
"Hey!" Chance yelled. "No fucking way! I'm fucking pants-less! I'm not going anywhere!"
But it seemed that Pyramid Head's skull was thicker than his helmet; and he completely ignored the boy's ranting, venturing forth until he reached the end of the hallway.
"Huh?" Chance blinked. "Hey. Why'd you stop walki-WUAGH!"
Pyramid Head swung the boy, carrying him in his arms so he could put a giant hand over his eyes. If Chance were ever to try and escape, Pyramid Head wouldn't want to be the one to show him the proper way out of the deepest part of the labyrinth.
"GAH!" Chance kicked with his good leg. "Put me the FUCK down! If you're not gonna fucking hurt me, leave me the fuck alone!"
Pyramid Head trudged on, ignoring the boy's constant complaining and flailing. Chance grew tired after a little longer of hearing nothing but footsteps and doors passing. After the beast walked much, much, further, he felt a slight warmth and out of curiosity, shuffled. Pyramid Head's grip loosened, and finally, the boy was allowed to see. They were outside, around the middle of town, far away from the school. Whatever path the monster had taken from the labyrinth, it allowed him different locations according to his preference.
Or maybe it was just fate's hand dipping in to the beast's aid; prolonging the boy's torture.
Chance's stomach was acting up again. It growled and growled with a newfound fury. Chance flinched, curling up, hands over his abdomen as the light of the ashen sky made him realize just how long had passed since he was deep underground. The journey had to have at least taken an hour.
"Ghh…ugh…" he choked, not wanting the monster to hear just how much pain he was in.
Humiliation. Frustration. Anger. Shame. Regret. Despair. it was as if his body only knew how to feel those things this whole time. But…
…but he needed to keep fighting. He needed to…
Chance's stomach gave a loud growl.
...he really needed to eat something.
Pyramid Head put the boy down surprisingly in a gentle manner-to Chance anyway, it was a strange action. He then reminded himself of those…terrible things in his abdomen and shuddered, looking at the ground that was covered in snow-like ash, filled with embarrassment. The beast pushed the boy forward anxiously, the human's hunger well in mind.
"What?" Chance snapped, face flaring up in a mighty shade of red as he dared a glare up at the monster that would no longer-at least it seemed…
…at least he hoped, wouldn't hurt him anymore.
Pyramid Head's helmet turned, the low sound of metal groaning as it did, the end of the pyramid pointing, like a commanding arrow, towards an abandoned store. Chance grunted and turned his attentions to the same store.
It was old, as anything else in this godforsaken, world-forgotten place. The ash that landed on the small retractable cloth roof had piled up so much it had weight in, in certain places, causing the fabric to tear. There were mounds, where the ash had broken through and fallen to the ground in heaps. The store read 'Dan's Convenience Store' in white paint on the glass-a classic style that was never used in shops nowadays. Chance blinked, tired mind and aching, starving body forgetting almost everything as he approached the doorway-which, of course, as already broken in by whatever the fuck could have done such a thing.
Probably even the punisher slowly following behind him.
Lack of sleep makes one cranky. Hunger makes one prone to anger. Desperation makes the fingers weak against the slippery substance called sanity. A combination of these things was much worse…
Chance frowned at the sound of being followed by that…that horrible…THING. He was about to turn and yell at the other not to be followed when one of the mounds of ash caught his foot, and he came sweeping down towards the doorframe with a yelp, skull ready to crack open against the edge. Once again, a strong hand shot out and cupped the boy at his stomach, the pressure from it's nighty grip making the odd squirming in his stomach, just under his skin more obvious.
"Grkh-!" Chance choked with disgust, suddenly no longer too eager to eat that particular moment.
That's what that thing wanted, he figured. He wanted to keep the boy alive long enough to have those little monsters come out. Hell, for all Chance knew…they were going to tear through his flesh like those ass-ugly aliens.
Pyramid Head's cry was pitched and angry. The boy was far too clumsy at being careful! The larger male lifted the boy off the ground once more, stepping into the shop and promptly venturing over to the counter to drop his already over-abused behind, non-too-gently on it. Chance grunted, feeling his tailbone crack a little, probably from being strained since…
No, he didn't want to think about. Instead he angrily glared up at his captor, refusing to move. Pyramid Head didn't seem to move either, like he was staring back at the challenge. They stayed like that for a little while, before Chance finally looked away, still frowning, gritting his teeth. He couldn't run, not in this state. He couldn't hide, not with the monster right there. He couldn't escape, not if he was in Silent Hill. There was no such thing. He was trapped, like a motherfucking rat. And he hated it. He hated this feeling.
Satisfied with the boy's submission, Pyramid Head turned and slowly, leaving the store, which he found quite unamusing in the million times he had been anywhere in this cold, dark, lonely hell. However he was not careless, standing guard at the door, the only way in or out, spear at his side.
Chance sat there, biting his lip. He was so. Fucking. Hungry. But if he ate…that would be giving that damned raping metal-head what it wanted. But no. He wasn't going to just lay down and die like a tired dog. He was going to make it out of here. He was going to fucking murder those-what he now understood all too well, were eggs inside of him, and he was going to fucking get out of this nightmare and back to where he-…
"Is he alright now?"
"He should be just fine but…we still don't know what caused such a reaction. Are you sure he isn't allergic to any medication?"
"Hell, fuck if we know! Just fucking fix him!"
"Doctor!"
"Yes, nurse?"
"Sir…it's…your daughter. She's gone missing."
"What?"
"Doc! Hey! Where're you-"
"Ormia…!"
Chance breathed hard, groaning and sitting up on the counter he had passed out on. His head was throbbing, and he could feel strange pains in his arms, like needling sticking in, deep. What had he just seen? Ah, he couldn't remember…
He shook his head. Maybe…it wouldn't be such a bad idea to eat...
He hopped off the table, looking around and only now noticing just how dusty, and yet full the shelves were. It looked as if the shop owner had literally just packed his bags, left everything and ran for it. Considering what kind of place his home had become, he wasn't surprised. He'd want to get out of town as fast as he could as well if he could.
Chance dusted his now numb behind off from the filth left on the counter. Thankfully not every single part of town was gore-covered and stench-ridden. The store was untidy, but at least it wasn't a killing floor. Chance first looked in the back room, and was slightly surprised, but a little pleased to find it had been a small bedroom, complete with a television set and a small kitchen. Looks like the shop owner had lived here he worked. Chance almost jumped at the closet, throwing it open and grinning tiredly when he found an old pile of clothes that had been neglected by their abandoning owner.
There were old socks, some dusty shirts-which made him sneeze when he picked them up-and a set of overalls, and finally! Finally, a set of shorts. They were a little baggy, and maybe a size too large, but they were all he had for now. It was better than walking around pants-less. He slipped them on all too eager, being reminded sourly that he had lost his flickblade.
"Damn…must still be in that room…" he thought aloud.
Well, it would if that thing hadn't cleaned up yet. Did he even clean up, or did he let those creepers just eat whatever leftovers he had lying on the floor?
The boy sighed and went back to rummage through the cans and dried foods, wishing there was something more fresh, but stomach just thankful at the sight of edible goods. He looked around for something to pry a can of preserved tomatoes with, but frowned when he saw nothing in plain sight, once more, wishing for his flickblade. He turned, venturing back to the counter, digging around in the drawers, some broken, some locked. He blinked, picking up a pack of crackers and stuffing them into his pocket, along with a screw.
Now, thankful enough that there was an extremely out of place screw and neglecting to ask why it was there, he turned his attention to the doorway. Eyes wandering down, he spotted the brick that kept the door open and swallowed-just the thought of having to get near that…monster again for a meal was less than pleasant to say the least. His stomach churned with more than just disgust though and he relented, approaching the door slowly.
Pyramid Head's gaze lowered along with his approach-noting the boy's new garments. Watching his every move, sniffing the air and tasting it for any hint of fear-a hint that the boy would run. Half hoping…he would. Chance however would not give him the pleasure of another chase so soon, and bent down, picking up the brick as slowly and cautiously as he could. His eyes never left that damned gore-covered helmet. Did it even have eyes? Could it see through that thing?
Whatever. First thing was first. He was starving. Chance turned and hurried back to the counter, slamming the can down onto it and wiping the screwdriver on his newly found shorts, placing it above the lid of the can. Arm shaking with the strain and not enough energy to lift the brick, he slammed it onto the blunt handle of the screwdriver, the sound of air releasing alerting the boy that he was successful in breaking through the tin. He smiled a little, eyes widening and hunger renewed by the smell that leaked out.
He repeated the action, turning the can all the way until the lid caved and fell into the mess of tomato-saturated water. He used the screwdriver to lift it out before tossing it aside and turning the can upside down into his waiting lips. He gorged, not waiting to chew the soft fruit all the way before swallowing it down, thick preserved water and all. The slime-like olive-oil-smelling water oozed down the side of his lips and down his chin, but he ignored the tickle, all too happy to know he was finally getting some food into his system. When he was done, he licked his lips and gave a little burp, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He frowned and realized what he had done to his favorite jacket and took it off. At least his shirt was alright.
It was rather warm, surprisingly warm, considering the ash that fell from the sky looked like snow. He was far too hungry to think that it was because of possible memoriam of a great burning fire that the ash resided from, which was too, the cause of the unworldly warmth. Chance tied the jacket at it's arms around his waist, going back to searching for food. In the midst of his search, he had a brilliant idea. Removing his jacket, he folded it inward and tied the arms together, to make a sort of crude sack. What he couldn't eat now, he'd save for later.
…if there was a later, he corrected himself.
"You just gonna stand there?" Chance frowned, glaring at the blockage in the door created by Pyramid Head's massive body.
Pyramid Head stood there silently, staring, judging. Musing. Chance could feel it. He could feel it in his very bones. Like this, he was like a pet. Considering his predicament…probably much worse than that. Either way, he had no intention of becoming a breeding tool for such a creature. But he knew what this sadistic monster could do, and he didn't dare just break out in a run for it. He was still limping slightly after all.
"Tch." Chance spat before he went back to filling his jacket with cans and packets of preserved goods. "Stupid fucker…"
The boy was foolish. With a pending attitude adjustment to boot, thanks to the years he spent riding around with the gang. No matter how scared he was-Chance didn't back down easy. He recovered well, too. As he was in the middle of stuffing his face with some canned peaches, they heard it.
A loud, boisterous, annoying sound. A sound that pierced through the soft ashes that fell through, casting them aside in it's blast, and calling forth the true nature of hell. To Pyramid Head however, it was like the call to work. And his job was to die for.
Chance nearly choked when he was yanked from his little binge, being lifted off the ground. "HEY-! WHAT GIVES?" He scrambled to grab his jacket and held it close to his still grumbling stomach.
Time was short, the monster knew. He had to put his gestating brood away and get the job done, else he'll have to wait for the next siren for another present. Yet another soul for him to feast on and feed his already festering, cold, iron body.
"The HELL! I'm not going back there!" Chance protested, kicking and hitting his filled jacket against the back he was hoisted over carefully. "Put me the FUCK down!"
But the executioner did not listen, instead baring forward and away from the empty streets that were now changing, swallowed up by the anger of human-weaved hell. Chance gasped as he saw the crackling in the streets, bringing the same oozing despair and gore that covered the labyrinth of the beast.
Loud cries, signaled the rising of creatures and monsters that mankind could only hope would remain in nightmares. The boy shook his head in disbelief and protest at the sight of strange bird-like creatures, with knives for beaks and yet bat-like wings. The snarling of more of those demonic, sliced-up dogs, sniffing at the delicious smell of a human meal and another beast's brood in one package. He flinched, pressing himself consequently closer to the monster that had been the cause of his recurring tortures, now, hopelessly, his only chance out here.
He cringed in realization of this morbid truth, hearing fate laugh in his face, loudly, proudly.
Desperation makes one stupid. Frustration makes one blind. That moment, he was both of those things. the denial of his inevitable fate was all it took for him to trigger the flood of foolish thoughts, driving him into the depths of wild panic. Like a caged animal, he acted.
"I'm not going to live like this…" he said through gritted teeth, watching the road as if passed before his eyes in intervals, in time to Pyramid Head's steps. "I'm not…"
He was not going to give in!
Chance raised the screwdriver he had been palming along with the jacket he had, and in one swift, frantic move, he jammed it into the hand that was holding him securely against the shoulder he was bent over. Pyramid Head let out a low groan, flinching at the action and bringing his hand to see the damage. The tell-tale screwdriver penetrated through and through the palm of his hand, revealing the rotting bone and black blood that ran through his withered veins.
Chance dropped onto his back, coughing from the collision against the hard sidewalk. But he stole himself and staggered to his feet, dropping the cans and taking his jacket away with him. Pyramid Head's helmet tilted in a pondering manner, before he pulled the screwdriver out of his hand, having dropped the spear. He lowered the uninjured hand once more, staring at the wound for yet another second before swiftly turning on the boy with a metallic screech.
"Mngh…!" Chance shut his eyes as his legs heaved, limping slightly as his injured thigh throbbed.
He could hear the soft pat-pat-pat of his sneakers against ash turn into a squish-squish-squish against blood and guts, bone fragments and teeth. He didn't dare look. But he knew where to run. There was only one place for him to go. Only one place he could possibly trust in this damned hellish plane. Home.
Pyramid Head grunted, picking up his spear and watching as his prey skittered away like a frightened little mouse. He breathed slowly, considering the coming chase could wait until he had fulfilled his common duties. Fate's hand pointed elsewhere for now, another unfortunate child, being the punisher's current target. The call to slaughter overwhelmed his parental instincts and drove him to the bloody execution's stump once more. Afterall, it wasn't just the boy who hungered.
Pyramid Head dragged the squealing boy by the tuft of his hair as his little legs kicked about. Another sacrifice, a needed slaughter to complete this world, just that little bit more.
"M-Mommy…! Mommy…!" Billy sobbed, squealing like the disobedient little pig he had always been, snot running down his nose and into his mouth.
The executioner was already growing weary of hearing the boy's cries. As deaf as he was to most pleas, thoughts of the safety of his little fledglings made him unfortunately that much more aware of little details than he was used to. Eager to finish his meal and find the boy as quickly as he could, he hurried towards the abandoned hotel, dragging the signature Great Knife with low grunts.
Quickly tossing Billy into one of his fallen cages, he turned the door closed with his foot, kicking it, jamming it into a forced lock. Billy continued to sob fruitlessly, crying for the parents he so constantly went against, now needy for them. Pathetic.
Pyramid Head turned, trudging over to a large, menacing furnace. The small flame within was soon stoked, and rose up high and hot.
Inklings of little, simple thoughts went through his dark mind. As far as he was concerned, as succulent the skin of a human was, their…personalities-Is that what it was called?-were very different to each new victim. This little gift for one, was one he'd rather enjoy silent. He bided his time, tolerating the little sobs and cries until the child was far too tired to protest any longer. Every human had it's limit, and…
The furnace roared and chugged to life, making the monster growl in anticipation.
…it had been awhile since he'd had a cooked meal.
The journey was long, but the site of his house was nostalgic. The sound of the distant, but still familiar memory of the creak of his front door was soothing. The smell of the old wood, covered in dust and age was warming. It wasn't the same, but was good enough for him. It was better than staying in that death maze, filled with the stench of blood and the sound of grinding cogs that crushed bone and hooks that hung up rotting trophies in cages.
However, Chance suddenly cringed as he walked through the font door. The flesh of his abdomen coming to life, squishing and rippling against the moving eggs inside of him. No! No way! No way this was happening!
He suddenly felt sick, and finally collapsed onto his knees for the how-many'eth time. But the movement did not stop. Deep inside, the gestating eggs responded to the now digesting food Chance head finally provided his starving body. With little cracks and pops, the creatures emerged from their shells, fed by the nutrients the boy's body had unintentionally provided their developing forms.
"H-HWAA-!" Chance cried, feeling the sudden bulging of his stomach, hands shooting to quell the stretching of his skin and flesh, he stood and staggered backward, colliding against the wall. "Gya-AAH!"
He felt a sting as teeth tore at his flesh from inside, the creatures, recognizing each other as yet more food, now scrambling against the squishy pillows that were their host's insides, clawing at each other ruthlessly, screeching and biting, tearing and growling. Violent. Cruel. Like their father.
"Gukh-?" Chance keeled over, vomiting onto the floor, his organs being abused by the rapid movement of the hatchlings inside of him. "Ghu-…aa…hhuaargkhh-!"
He vomited again, the color of his puke turning from the usual green, tinging to brown, and soon to red, the more he vomited. He felt the urge to squeeze his stomach and punch at whatever was causing his sickly state. If they were going to kill each other off, he would gladly help the process along!
Chance gripped at the first bulge he spotted surfacing under his skin, gripping at it and gritting his teeth. "Krrhh…!" He bit his lip through the pain, muffling his own cries as the creature he took a hold of struggled to break free.
But gripping this much of his own flesh was painful, and he soon let go, giving in to the sting of that thing's claws and teeth trying to rid itself of the offending hand. He bent over, allowing another wash of blood-stained puke to ride up and out of his throat. He stared at the floor, amazing at how much bile and copper-tasting scarlet he could throw up in one sitting.
Was...was he going to die? Like...this...?
Sooooo….what do you think or want to happen? And AWHMAHGWASSHHHH! *gushes like a drunken baby duck being blown away in the wind* FREAKING AlbinoF0x offing MESSAGED ME. IM SO EFFING HAPPY! /./ My idol~! Hehehe. So I'm really happy. I'm sorry if I've been a little lazy and sloppy for this one. I'll go over it one more time before posting it actually. But yeah…as you know, my grandmother recently passed, and it's still…kinda hard. Not to mention the fact I've got a huge pile of homework laughing in my face right now. I wrote this during class just to get it up here for you guys, teehee. XP
Until next time! Thanks to everyone that's been following this and facing it so far! Your constant support is what keeps me going!