Author Note: I don't understand why cats hate dogs. I mean it is just pointless. A bit like this author note.

Disclaimer: For the third fucking time I don't own Silent Hill or the characters Walter Sullivan, Bobby Randolph or Douglas Cartland. They belong to Konami. I also don't own The Pyramid Head Show and its producer. They belong to TheTruesonofJenova.

Another Author Note: This is my third attempt at this chapter.

Once again we are back in the studios of Downtown Silent Hill. As usual the creatures of the town are busy working on the set of 21 Sacraments Game Show. Two Numb Bodies are standing behind a refreshments table. Their job is simple; offer refreshments to the creatures and humans. It's a simple job and does not involve the use of arms. After all the Numb Bodies do not have arms. Evolution screwed the poor buggers over when it came to arms. They do not even have teeth. Their only form of defence is by headbutting their enemies, best known as Heather Mason. Worst of all it take numourous headbutts to actually cause some damage. Evolution well and truely screwed over those poor buggers but I digress.

As the Numb Bodies continue to serve refreshments; Walter Sullivan enters the cleaners cupboard better known as his changing room. Walter is running rather late you see. He has just been in a rather shady meeting with none other than Doctor Micheal Kaufmann. What was said and done is unknown. What was said and done does not need to be known. It was just your everyday unusual meeting between one homicidal-evil-bastard and one drug-dealing-bastard. The good doctor would never try to sway things his way now would he. He is a fine doctor after all.

As was said Walter has just entered the cleaners cupboard/changing room. He is currently selecting what he should wear for todays show. It is going to be a tough decision. His decisions are the blue blood-stained trench coat or the blue blood-stained trench that he wore when he killed George Rosten.

It alsoseems Walter has already raided a wardrobe before arriving at his changing room. To be precise he raided Father Vincents. He is currently wearing Vincent's pant, white long sleeved shirt and vest. It is unknown whether or not he is wearing Vincent's underwear. Which would explain why Vincent, wearing ritual robes, is trying to convince Leonard Wolfe that Walter is a non-believer.

With a sigh Walter chooses the blue blood-stained trench coat that he wore when he killed George Rosten. As he is slipping into the trench coat the familier cheesy theme music for his show begins.

Walter rushes out of the cupboard and heads in the opposite direction of the set. He runs down the corridor until he is finally in front of a large box. On the the side of the box 'Walter's Toys' is written. Walter opens the box and starts digging through it. He first pulls out two sub-machines guns, followed by a pipe and finally the infamous spoon. He quickly looks over his 'toys' before picking up the spoon and running back in the direction he came from.

Just as the annoying theme music ends, Walter arrives on the set. Out of breath Walter gives the audience a small wave. He is then tackled from behind by a rather odd man wearing a buisness suit. The man begins beating Walter with a briefcase that he just so happened to be carrying. Walter pushes the man off and jumps up, at the same time pulling out his trusty spoon of doom. The man notices he is about to fight a battle he will lose and decides to give up.

"I am the producer of The Pyramid Head Show." The man announces while holding his hands up in defeat. "I was meant to beef up the Pyramid Head Show. I couldn't be arsed so I decided to kill the competition instead. Please forgive me for I am a weakling. Please don't kill me." The producer begs Walter.

"Meet me in my room after the show." Walter says as a small yet very sinister smile appears on his face. The Pyramid Head Show producer scuttles away leaving Walter to his adoring audience. Well more like a bunch of insane, impatient creatures who want blood and want it right now.

"Welcome to another edition of 21 Sacraments Game Show." Walter says overly happily to the now not so angry audience. "We had to sack the Haunted Borley Mansion narrator. He kept egging the Insane Cancers. They were offended. We had no choice. So I'll be introducing the contestants this time." Walter says sounding far from amused by this turn of events.

"The first contestant for today comes all the way from the spot I killed him. He is friends with two other victims and enjoys stuff about the paranormal and occult. Give a horrible welcome to Bobby Randolph." A husky looking black teenaged boy walks slowly onto the set. He looks rather dazed. The second he sees Walter he shrieks in fear and hides behind a nearby Closer. The Closer, not too impressed by this, picks Bobby up and throws him over to Walter.

Walter looks at Bobby and smiles. It could almost pass for a smile of sympathy. Of course since Walter is getting close to strangling the poor boy once again the smile is most certainly not that. "I've already killed you once, so I won't be today." Walter says to the boy. "But that doesn't mean our second contestant for today won't kill you. Nobody will cry over this guys grave. His hobbies include following girls in malls in just a trench coat and boxers, selling fish on the sly and shooting his offspring. Please give a yippy-yi-yay to Douglas Cartland."

Douglas struts onto the set wearing nothing but his boxers. He does his usual Superman pose just as a mannequin squirts tomatoe sauce at him by accident of course. Walter shakes his head and mutters something about it going to be a long night under his breath.

"The first round as usual is the question round. Are you happy Douglas and 02121?" Walter asks our two unfortunate contestants. Douglas nods his head like those nodding dogs found in the back of cars. Bobby stares at Walter with a look of horror and fascination. Could Walter be the red devil? Could he know who the mother of God is? Is he really Batman? All these questions are currently floating through the mind of Bobby Randolph. No one said Bobby was bright when he was alive.

"First question of this round. It is once again nice and simple." Walter thinks for a moments "Well maybe not nice. It is very easy though. Although it would bea little too hard for Harry Mason. The question is: What is 2145 divided by 96? I'll give you a second to think about it." Walter looks between the two contestants. Douglas is busy working out the answer on his fingers and toes, while Bobby is still looking Walter in horror but the fascination has gone. "Times up. Answer me now." Walter announces.

Douglas stops counting on his fingers and toes. He looks up and with a look of confusion on his face. "Er...I'll take a guess. The answer is 22.34375." Douglas answers, quite uncertain about the answer he has given. Bobby suddenly shudders for no reason. Walter nods his head.

"No, the answer is not a sudden shudder. The answer is 22.34375. Douglas gets one point." Walter looks at Douglas as if he is pondering something. Possibly how to kill the sea-smelling-detective. Most likely involving a chainsaw and a box of unholy instrumants. Walter points his index finger at Douglas. "Are you really called Douglas?" Walter asks. "You look like a Julian to me."

Douglas steps back and holds up his hands as if he were surrendering. "My name is Douglas Cartland. I'm a detective." Douglas says going into his usual Superman pose. As usual something ruines the pose; Bobby sneezing on Douglas. Douglas wipes away the mucus that came with the sneeze.

"As I was saying the scores are Douglas with two points and Bobby with zero." Walter says glaring at Bobby - who is now once again staring at Walter in horror. "Is Bobby going to actually do anything? or just be a lazy bastard and stare?" Walter asks to no one. Douglas looks at Bobby and then prods him in the cheek. "Nope. Just going to be a lazy bastard. You'll be lucky if he moves." Douglas announces. At this point Bobby falls face first to the floor.

Walter shrugs. "Okay, once again, as I was saying the score is three points to Douglas and zero to Bobby." Walter says this as two Mothbats pick up Bobby by the back of his coat. The Mothbats hover while gripping Bobby to make sure he stays standing this time. "Okay. Next question; In the first edition of 21 Sacraments Game Show Cybil Bennett died. How did that bitch die?"

Douglas just shrugs, Bobby continues to be held up by the Mothbats and Walter himself has a confused look on his face. "I-I'll just accept Douglas' shrug. I don't remember how. Don't really care either. She ate my cookies. So the answer is just shrug." To prove that is the answer Walter shrugs.

"The question round is so boring I'm just going to assume Douglas got the third one correct." Walter says not looking too happy. There is really no reason. Maybe he is having man problems. "The scores are six points Douglas and zero to Bobby. I don't know how Douglas has six points, there is a possible three points in this round. Next round: Foetus Eating."

Five Minutes Later

Bobby is still being held up by two Mothbats, Douglas is looking at the foetus in front of him in disgust and Walter is playing ping-pong with Little Walter. It appears that Little Walter is winning although this is because the Older Walter is allowing it. Despite being an evil homicidal bastard, Walter has a soft side. Of course this only appears when Little Walter is involved.

"Aha, you win again Little Walter." Walter says trying to sound disappointed but failing. "Now why don't you go play with one half of Mother of God, the other half of Mother of God and the snotty little brat." Walter tell his younger self. Little Walter scuttles off in the direction of Alessa, Cheryl and Laura.

"The rules of this round are simple. In fact there aren't any rules." Walter says looking at Douglas and Bobby. Two new Mothbats arrive and relieve the two holding up Bobby. Walter sighs and shakes his head. "I hate those little bastards." He mumbles to himself. "All you have to do is eat that foetus and whoever swallows first wins the game."

Douglas continues to look at the foetus in front of him in disgust. After all he is not a foetus eater. He is more of a human flesh eater himself but that is another story for another day. "Isn't this Claudia's job to eat these things? What will she do without her daily foetus?" Douglas dares to asks.

Walter once again shrugs. He has been doing that a lot lately. "I don't know. Should I care? Besides I have a much more pleasent surprise in store for her." Walter says with a sinister smile on his face. He then proceeds to bursts into evil-genius-laughter. An Insance Cancer burps in the distance. Joseph Schreiber falls from out of the sky. Walter is still laughing. A Humping Ape attacks an innocent old lady. Claudia Wolfe escapes Brookhaven Hospital. Walter is still laughing.

A Closer walks onto the set while Walter is still laughing of course. The Closer says something to Douglas and Bobby and then leaves. Bobby clearly is still in stare mode, Douglas just looks disgusted. Douglas picks up the foetus with both hands and slowly brings it towards his mouth. Walter is still laughing.

As the foetus nears Douglas' mouth; Claudia Wolfe bursts onto the set out of nowhere. She charges towards the foetus in front of Bobby. She scoops it up with one hand and rams into her mouth and swallows it whole. She then pull the other foetus out of Douglas' hands and repeats what she did before. "Foetus tasty." Claudia shouts gleefully. She then leaves the studio while doing the Can-Can. Douglas stares in the direction Claudia went dumbfounded.

Walter finally stops laughing as a Closer informs him what had just happened. "Well that crazy bitch just ate the only foetuses we had. So that means Douglas wins this time." Walter looks towards Douglas. "You get to sort out Bobby."

Douglas nods. He knows what his duty is and he must do it. He walks over to Bobby and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Son..." Douglas starts and then sighs. "...being pregnant at your age is nothing you should be ashamed of and..." Douglas is giving Bobby the same speech he gave Heather not so long again. Weird duty.

With a scream Walter charges at Bobby. He tackles Bobby to the ground causing the two Mothbats to flutter away. He pulls out his trusty spoon of doomand begins to stab Bobby in the neck with it. He does this repeatedly for a few minutes before standing up once again. Then from nowhere Walter pulls out a sub-machine gun. He empties the entire clip into Bobby. If Bobby was not dead before, he most certainly is now. Bobby is dead once again.

"And now we can conclude this edition of 21 Sacraments Game Show. The studio is covered in blood. The audience is covered in blood. Douglas is covered in blood. Walter is covered in blood. It has honestly been a bloody good edition. Goodnight."

Next time on 21 Sacraments Game Show: Stanley Coleman vs. Sein Martin

Author Note: I've now decided to thank each reviewer. Oh yeah and isn't the image of Claudia doing the Can-Can just funny.

Dholofox - The type that rolls on the floor. Well I hope you don't catch a cold. Very cold down there. Damn, so is my room for that matter.

DarkJesterKID - DJ. Old buddy. Old pal. When are you getting your working on our fic? Or are you doing Dennis the Pimp first. I really want Dennis the Pimp again. He was awesome. PH's dog deserves to be known. He rocks.

California King - I could tell you right now who will die and who will survive. I'm not going to though. Although, I do know that that character over there will die at some point.

Truesonofjenova - Your producer screwed up. You should fire him. I heard Dahlia is the expert in that area.

Wolf Ravensoul - Ah, you sent me e-mails! I remember all. I have to say I love that idea and I think I may do just that. After all if there can be Foetus Eating there should be Valve Spinning.