SILENT HILL-LAKESIDE NEST
The landscape became increasingly familiar, as Noah plodded along in the Robbie suit.
All the surroundings, the sights, even the smells told nostalgiac stories about his youth.
This had been his home, the only place he'd been happy. His parents had done so much,
they'd been so good to him. Life at that point was as it should have been for all children,
and then death had swooped down and heartlessly robbed Noah of that life.
Everything after that time had been as nothing, an immense blur like a wet eraser smudged over a
beautiful family portrait. And what had happened to this town in his abscence? When had
Satan himself seemingly claimed this town for his own and changed it in such sorrid ways?
Noah heard a horribly anguished groan, stopping just inside the gate of the amusement park
and hugging the wall cauiously. He peeked quickly arond the edge, regarding the initial area
of the park with curiosity. There were more, two more Robbie kun bunnies to be exact.
The pink one was groaning and convulsing in agony, as the white Robbie kun bashed him with
what looked to be a very large maul. Noah watched the carnage, turning his eyes away as the
final blow the white Robbie kun dealt bled the pink one's head profusely. It staggered towards
the other still, singing the white Robbie's fur with a flamethrower before falling facefirst
right on top of it. Noah withdrew back against the wall, his mouth contorting in disgust as
the pink Robbie incinerated itself. The genocidal white rabbit did a funny little jig, dancing
in front of his fallen comrade's flaming corpse. "Holy shit, they really are the bunnies from hell!"
Noah whispered, watching as the white Robbie kun depostied his dead friend into a eerily oversized
gurney. It wheeled him off, routinely skipping as Noah knew it would. He stealthily followed them,
seeing now that the bunny costume had been a good idea. No way could he take on too many
more of those things, and who knew how many were lurking around here?
God, his hand was absolutely numb, Noah had to keep from grunting with effort as he moved.
He could feel it swollen to twice it's size already, surely fractured and most likely broken.
The white Robbie wheeled the gurney to a weird looking cage elevator near the gift shop,
pushing the button and bobbing happily as it waited. Noah hung back, hidden atop
a stairway leading down as he observed the creature. Why would it kill it's own like that?
Were they some kind of self destructing species time had long forgotten, or what?
Noah was about to tell himself that was too much like science fiction, but all things
considered he wished he'd watched a little more of it. It might have helped him get used
to the insanity this town reeked of a little quicker.
The elevator finally arrived, as the white Robbie wheeled it's dead pal into the car.
It turned and put a hand on it's hip in a lackadasial manner, selecting a floor as it's head
twitched slightly. As soon as the elevator started moving, Noah advanced to it himself.
His one good hand gripping the remington from within the suit. Without any hesitation he
skipped despite his scorched leg, mimicking the movements as best he could.
It seemed to work, as the white Robbie gave him a single overexagerated wave.
It's body bounced energetically, as if it were incredibly joyed to see another of it's kind.
Noah returned the gesture, biting his tongue to keep from screaming as the pain
washed over him. The white Robbie turned it's back, pulling the sheet away from the dead
pink rabbit as if to show off it's catch. Noah took his chance, bringing the shotgun up inside
the suit and firing point blank into the white Robbie's head. Both shots went clean through,
as the white Robbie turned back to face Noah. "Well goddamnit, that's no good.." Noah swore,
reloading as fast as he could with his wrist all fucked. The white Robbie actually seemed happy, as if
it thought Noah was playing a game with it. It put it's hands over it's mouth and mimicked
giggling, the most terrifying mime there ever was Noah thought. The white Robbie
took the flamethrower from it's counterpart's dead hand, holding it up for Noah to see.
He took the gesture to mean it was his 'turn', meaning Noah was about to be roasted.
At a glance, the buckshot while ineffective against the white Robbie had put several
small holes in the cage elevator behind it. Noah jumped as best he could with two
injured legs, dropkicking the rabbit with both feet as he felt the shiotgun slide down
his leg. The hair trigger went off, blowing through the foot of Noah's costume and
adding enough impact to his attack to launch the crazy rodent clean out of the elevator cage.
It fell as if it were on some enjoyable ride, raising both middle fingers at Noah as it crashed against
several objects before fading into the void below.
Satisfied with that, Noah picked himself off the ground and pulled the sheet back over the pink Robbie.
The floor it had selected was eight, and the elevator was currently whizzing by the twenties so Noah had a few mintues.
He used them to shed the Robbie suit, taking out a first aid kit and using the bandages inside to bind his wrist and ankle.
He hid the blood soaked scraps of what was once his favorite shirt under the sheet with the pink Robbie, and glugged
down a health drink before getting back into the costume. Just as he zipped up the elevator stopped, the cage door
whisking upwards and giving way to the dank and rather rusty looking hallway beyond. Noah took a deep breath,
and began wheeling the gurney ahead of him as he skipped his little heart out. Down here there were many more
Robbies alive and dead, and it seemed to be only the pink ones selected as targets. Noah once again gave silent
thanks to his father for leaving him a white Robbie suit, as he trotted merrily down the hall. Up ahead was a pile
of pink Robbies, with some white ones dropping off more. Noah followed suit, leaving the flamethrower behind
with the pink rabbit. He had no more room for weapons and they seemed to be of no avail against these
devilish critters anyway.
The white Robbies seemed accepting enough, most paying him no mind at all. The ones that did only waved or
made clownish gestures towards him, which Noah dutifully returned. He seemed to keep up the guise for hours,
until his exploration of the Robbies' nest for lack of a better word led him to a huge sideways door. It was a good six feet
up and Noah had to jump in order to turn the knob and open it. It led away from the nest, and Noah saw no more of the
Robbies as he proceeded down yet another rusty looking hallway. Noah finally decided to dispose of the Robbie outfit,
tossing it into a random closet that had things which could have been giant mutated cockroaches living in it.
Noah shivered at the sight of them, closing the door quickly and keeping the shotgun in one hand as the
bow and quiver went over his shoulders. Noah's limp was worsening, as he realized he'd grazed a toe with that
shotgun powered kick to white Robbie's head. As he explored deeper into what seemed to be basement levels
spreading throughout the tpark, things were looking rather hi-tech. In fact as he reached a door to the surface,
he had to input a six digit code to open it. Noah almost immediately tried 'G-O-T-C-H-A' which of course, was correct.
"And I got you Robbie, you fuck." Noah spat out proudly, opening the door. Directly in front of him was the walkway
for a haunted house, and Noah had to stop for a second as memories of squealing with delight as he ran through
the dark halls and cheesy scares as a child came rushing back. Good lord, he had really been here..There was
no denying that now.
Noah found two boxes of shotgun shells convieniently placed on the stairs leading up to the haunted house,
placing them in his already full pockets as he continued on. The first room was empty, as a cheery announcer
spoke from the intercom system. 'Welcome to the haunted house, we hope you enjoy your stay.
Please enter through the door when you feel ready. Have fuuuuun! HAHAHAHAAAA.." The lame laughter
trailed off unexpectedly as Noah rasied an eyebrow. He opened the double doors ahead of him, entering a room
covered with blood and marks from a sharp something or other all along the walls. Noah didn't even wait
for the announcer to speak, and simply pressed on through the next door. The next room was actually a little
creepy, with a man rocking back in forth in a big chair and facing an even bigger window. Noah almost
thought it looked like James for a second, and walked over closer to him. "James?" Noah called out quietly,
as the man refused to move. Noah went closer, touching the man's shoulder. His head fell off directly,
rolling away from Noah as he tried not to have a heart attack about it. "This fucking place..." Noah
cursed, walking back onto the set path through the room. A body suddenly fell from the ceiling with
a resounding scream, receiving two barrels of ammo from Noah who fired on pure reflex before he even saw
that the body actually was real. It dripped blood steadily to the floor, having the girth of two men and sporting
a backwards baseball cap that looked hideously wrong on any man that fat, dead or alive. The look on the
man's face suggested he had not been a nice person, and had met with someone even less nice who had
killed him quite brutally. A long, almost swordlike gash ran across his whole length, and Noah couldn't
help but ponder what kind of evil murdering bastard would do a fellow up in such a way. Whoever had done it was
right up there with the kind of sick bastards that murdered their spouses and derived joy from playing in toilets.
The next room, while different from Noah's memory had the same spiked ceiling that always fell and then stopped
a good two feet above any average heighted person's head. It wasn't until Noah had already gone past, that the
ceiling fell the rest of the way, crashing through the whole floor as it fell forever into darkness. Noah turned,
throughly scared by the sudden mishap. 'You bastards!" Noah shouted out, as the announcer chuckled and gleefully
apologized. "Sooory! This place is just falling apart, as you can see." Noah pursed his lips, vowing to beat the announcer
good if ever they met. The door ahead, Noah remembered led to the last room, a winding hall of mirrors.
Noah opened the door, his breath taken away all at once as Estelle greeted him with her heavenly smile.
"You've done so well Noah." She encouraged, as Noah looked beyond her to see James standing nearby. James was smiling,
smiling so very wide and wrongly as he raised a massive knife over Estelle's head.
The landscape became increasingly familiar, as Noah plodded along in the Robbie suit.
All the surroundings, the sights, even the smells told nostalgiac stories about his youth.
This had been his home, the only place he'd been happy. His parents had done so much,
they'd been so good to him. Life at that point was as it should have been for all children,
and then death had swooped down and heartlessly robbed Noah of that life.
Everything after that time had been as nothing, an immense blur like a wet eraser smudged over a
beautiful family portrait. And what had happened to this town in his abscence? When had
Satan himself seemingly claimed this town for his own and changed it in such sorrid ways?
Noah heard a horribly anguished groan, stopping just inside the gate of the amusement park
and hugging the wall cauiously. He peeked quickly arond the edge, regarding the initial area
of the park with curiosity. There were more, two more Robbie kun bunnies to be exact.
The pink one was groaning and convulsing in agony, as the white Robbie kun bashed him with
what looked to be a very large maul. Noah watched the carnage, turning his eyes away as the
final blow the white Robbie kun dealt bled the pink one's head profusely. It staggered towards
the other still, singing the white Robbie's fur with a flamethrower before falling facefirst
right on top of it. Noah withdrew back against the wall, his mouth contorting in disgust as
the pink Robbie incinerated itself. The genocidal white rabbit did a funny little jig, dancing
in front of his fallen comrade's flaming corpse. "Holy shit, they really are the bunnies from hell!"
Noah whispered, watching as the white Robbie kun depostied his dead friend into a eerily oversized
gurney. It wheeled him off, routinely skipping as Noah knew it would. He stealthily followed them,
seeing now that the bunny costume had been a good idea. No way could he take on too many
more of those things, and who knew how many were lurking around here?
God, his hand was absolutely numb, Noah had to keep from grunting with effort as he moved.
He could feel it swollen to twice it's size already, surely fractured and most likely broken.
The white Robbie wheeled the gurney to a weird looking cage elevator near the gift shop,
pushing the button and bobbing happily as it waited. Noah hung back, hidden atop
a stairway leading down as he observed the creature. Why would it kill it's own like that?
Were they some kind of self destructing species time had long forgotten, or what?
Noah was about to tell himself that was too much like science fiction, but all things
considered he wished he'd watched a little more of it. It might have helped him get used
to the insanity this town reeked of a little quicker.
The elevator finally arrived, as the white Robbie wheeled it's dead pal into the car.
It turned and put a hand on it's hip in a lackadasial manner, selecting a floor as it's head
twitched slightly. As soon as the elevator started moving, Noah advanced to it himself.
His one good hand gripping the remington from within the suit. Without any hesitation he
skipped despite his scorched leg, mimicking the movements as best he could.
It seemed to work, as the white Robbie gave him a single overexagerated wave.
It's body bounced energetically, as if it were incredibly joyed to see another of it's kind.
Noah returned the gesture, biting his tongue to keep from screaming as the pain
washed over him. The white Robbie turned it's back, pulling the sheet away from the dead
pink rabbit as if to show off it's catch. Noah took his chance, bringing the shotgun up inside
the suit and firing point blank into the white Robbie's head. Both shots went clean through,
as the white Robbie turned back to face Noah. "Well goddamnit, that's no good.." Noah swore,
reloading as fast as he could with his wrist all fucked. The white Robbie actually seemed happy, as if
it thought Noah was playing a game with it. It put it's hands over it's mouth and mimicked
giggling, the most terrifying mime there ever was Noah thought. The white Robbie
took the flamethrower from it's counterpart's dead hand, holding it up for Noah to see.
He took the gesture to mean it was his 'turn', meaning Noah was about to be roasted.
At a glance, the buckshot while ineffective against the white Robbie had put several
small holes in the cage elevator behind it. Noah jumped as best he could with two
injured legs, dropkicking the rabbit with both feet as he felt the shiotgun slide down
his leg. The hair trigger went off, blowing through the foot of Noah's costume and
adding enough impact to his attack to launch the crazy rodent clean out of the elevator cage.
It fell as if it were on some enjoyable ride, raising both middle fingers at Noah as it crashed against
several objects before fading into the void below.
Satisfied with that, Noah picked himself off the ground and pulled the sheet back over the pink Robbie.
The floor it had selected was eight, and the elevator was currently whizzing by the twenties so Noah had a few mintues.
He used them to shed the Robbie suit, taking out a first aid kit and using the bandages inside to bind his wrist and ankle.
He hid the blood soaked scraps of what was once his favorite shirt under the sheet with the pink Robbie, and glugged
down a health drink before getting back into the costume. Just as he zipped up the elevator stopped, the cage door
whisking upwards and giving way to the dank and rather rusty looking hallway beyond. Noah took a deep breath,
and began wheeling the gurney ahead of him as he skipped his little heart out. Down here there were many more
Robbies alive and dead, and it seemed to be only the pink ones selected as targets. Noah once again gave silent
thanks to his father for leaving him a white Robbie suit, as he trotted merrily down the hall. Up ahead was a pile
of pink Robbies, with some white ones dropping off more. Noah followed suit, leaving the flamethrower behind
with the pink rabbit. He had no more room for weapons and they seemed to be of no avail against these
devilish critters anyway.
The white Robbies seemed accepting enough, most paying him no mind at all. The ones that did only waved or
made clownish gestures towards him, which Noah dutifully returned. He seemed to keep up the guise for hours,
until his exploration of the Robbies' nest for lack of a better word led him to a huge sideways door. It was a good six feet
up and Noah had to jump in order to turn the knob and open it. It led away from the nest, and Noah saw no more of the
Robbies as he proceeded down yet another rusty looking hallway. Noah finally decided to dispose of the Robbie outfit,
tossing it into a random closet that had things which could have been giant mutated cockroaches living in it.
Noah shivered at the sight of them, closing the door quickly and keeping the shotgun in one hand as the
bow and quiver went over his shoulders. Noah's limp was worsening, as he realized he'd grazed a toe with that
shotgun powered kick to white Robbie's head. As he explored deeper into what seemed to be basement levels
spreading throughout the tpark, things were looking rather hi-tech. In fact as he reached a door to the surface,
he had to input a six digit code to open it. Noah almost immediately tried 'G-O-T-C-H-A' which of course, was correct.
"And I got you Robbie, you fuck." Noah spat out proudly, opening the door. Directly in front of him was the walkway
for a haunted house, and Noah had to stop for a second as memories of squealing with delight as he ran through
the dark halls and cheesy scares as a child came rushing back. Good lord, he had really been here..There was
no denying that now.
Noah found two boxes of shotgun shells convieniently placed on the stairs leading up to the haunted house,
placing them in his already full pockets as he continued on. The first room was empty, as a cheery announcer
spoke from the intercom system. 'Welcome to the haunted house, we hope you enjoy your stay.
Please enter through the door when you feel ready. Have fuuuuun! HAHAHAHAAAA.." The lame laughter
trailed off unexpectedly as Noah rasied an eyebrow. He opened the double doors ahead of him, entering a room
covered with blood and marks from a sharp something or other all along the walls. Noah didn't even wait
for the announcer to speak, and simply pressed on through the next door. The next room was actually a little
creepy, with a man rocking back in forth in a big chair and facing an even bigger window. Noah almost
thought it looked like James for a second, and walked over closer to him. "James?" Noah called out quietly,
as the man refused to move. Noah went closer, touching the man's shoulder. His head fell off directly,
rolling away from Noah as he tried not to have a heart attack about it. "This fucking place..." Noah
cursed, walking back onto the set path through the room. A body suddenly fell from the ceiling with
a resounding scream, receiving two barrels of ammo from Noah who fired on pure reflex before he even saw
that the body actually was real. It dripped blood steadily to the floor, having the girth of two men and sporting
a backwards baseball cap that looked hideously wrong on any man that fat, dead or alive. The look on the
man's face suggested he had not been a nice person, and had met with someone even less nice who had
killed him quite brutally. A long, almost swordlike gash ran across his whole length, and Noah couldn't
help but ponder what kind of evil murdering bastard would do a fellow up in such a way. Whoever had done it was
right up there with the kind of sick bastards that murdered their spouses and derived joy from playing in toilets.
The next room, while different from Noah's memory had the same spiked ceiling that always fell and then stopped
a good two feet above any average heighted person's head. It wasn't until Noah had already gone past, that the
ceiling fell the rest of the way, crashing through the whole floor as it fell forever into darkness. Noah turned,
throughly scared by the sudden mishap. 'You bastards!" Noah shouted out, as the announcer chuckled and gleefully
apologized. "Sooory! This place is just falling apart, as you can see." Noah pursed his lips, vowing to beat the announcer
good if ever they met. The door ahead, Noah remembered led to the last room, a winding hall of mirrors.
Noah opened the door, his breath taken away all at once as Estelle greeted him with her heavenly smile.
"You've done so well Noah." She encouraged, as Noah looked beyond her to see James standing nearby. James was smiling,
smiling so very wide and wrongly as he raised a massive knife over Estelle's head.