A/N And Here's the next chapter posted for your enjoyment, or disconcert. I have been listening to the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack all day. That's some good music, right up there with Silent Hill, The Piano, and Final Fantasy X. Whoops, my mind wandered.

Disclaimer!: Refer to the first chapter for the basic disclaimer blah-blah. Posting this annoying disclaiming is beginning to cause me to suffer mentally. I'm hoping that all you intelligent people can just look back to the first page, if you really WANT to. I don't see why though. And if anyone ever sues me all you'll get is some bad condition C.D.s, a few drawings of video game characters (James, Seymour, Yuna, Regina…), my English homework and $3.54 in change.

A/N OH! I forgot to mention that the guest in this chapter is owned by Squaresoft, and Squaresoft ONLY! And I don't mean any offense towards him, really. ^-^; I'm only a writer.

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James blinked at the horrific scene before him. He rubbed furiously at his eyes, hoping that this was just a crack-induced delusion but, to his disappointment, he was wrong. He felt as if he could bathe for three hours and scrub himself raw with a wire brush yet he would never be clean again.

Before him, was Traffic-cone. He seemed to be brutally ass-raping a pair of mannequin type demons against a wall. In the corner of the room, was a purple teletubbie-like thing rocking back and forth, as if spellbound by a melody. Just staring at James with a huge grin that was so disturbing that it was menacing.

James cried in agony as he ran to a nearby closet that didn't really help because of the convenient wooden slots that acted as vents to the outside world. Poor James could still see everything. He drew out his handgun and curled into a fetal position on the floor.

"Why game designers!? WHY!?" James shrieked to the ceiling above him which really didn't give a shit.

He peeked out the vents to see that Traffic-cone was now standing outside his door, causing James to shriek once more. He quickly drew forth his handgun and backed against the wall of the closet aiming it at Traffic-cone.

Traffic-cone was clearly mocking James. Just something about it, the way it stared at him. It placed incoherent thoughts into his mind. Images that James couldn't piece together. He shuddered and fired a few shots at the offensive creature. Traffic-cone jumped in surprise at the shots and retreated from the room, dragging a big-ass knife behind him.

James carefully stepped out of the closet and looked around the room. The nasty teletubbie still stood there… menacingly. James felt a shiver of disgust run through him as he raised his handgun and fired three shots into the thing. It quivered and fell over in a twisting mass. James was taken by surprise as a childish voice emitted from it:

"Oooh, come on! Don't you want to play with me? We can have lots of fun!"

James stared.

"Play with me!"

He put a bullet through the things' head, disgusted beyond belief by the childish voice and the squirming teletubbie-like appearance. He even stomped it a few times to make sure that it was dead. He hated kids. The sound of a child's voice to him was so obnoxious that he could curl in a corner and spew his guts out. James really was shaken by this event.

This town was out to get him. Playing with his mind.

Nonsense. James shook the idea off.

There definitely is more to this then I think, but I'm just here on a murder mission, nothing else.

James stared at the room around him. The two mannequins were dead, soaked in pools of blood. Their gluey bodies shining in some unearthly gleam. Stale semen stained the wall, and a bloody mass that used to be a teletubbie sprawled out on the floor. Definitely an interesting scene. Just then, the door opened slowly. James held up his gun to the door, in case something was to lunge at him.

Instead, a creepy-looking man stared at James. The appearance of the man completely clashed with the environment of the apartments. First off, he had striking emerald blue hair that stuck out stiffly at the sides and hung down to his elbows. Another branch of hair came down over his face like a large bang, only zigzagged queerly. You could spot this guy from a mile away. And he seemed to be clad in a long, navy blue robe that exposed his chest and gathered at the center with a green obi tied in a bow. The appearance was really quite comical to James.

The man took a quick look around the room and decided that he would be better off elsewhere. He slowly closed the door and retreated.

"No!" James yelled, running after the clearly deranged man.

James burst open the door into the hallway only to find it empty.

"Dammit!" James complained. He looked around at the doors that he had available to him. He selected a nearby door and jiggled the handle. This door cooperated with James and allowed him entry. The room would have been empty besides the fact that a horribly mauled corpse was spread out in the kitchen and retching noises could be heard from somewhere. James followed the noises to a bathroom and opened the door to find…

A HORRIBLE RETCHING MASS OF FAT SPEWING INTO A TOLIET!

Oh, my mistake, it's human.

James squeaked in horror. The Horrible Retching Mass turned his head towards James and sighed.

"Hi." It said weakly before turning to retch some more. The Horrible Retching Mass's ass crack was clearly displayed for James in all it's FMV glory.

James was beginning to wonder what he did to piss off God.

The Mass finished spewing and turned to face James.

"My Names' Neddy" He said. "I swear I didn't do it! I swear! It was like that when I came in here!"

James blinked.

"The horribly mauled guy?"

"No, no," Neddy replied, "The bear! Didn't you see it? That stuffed bear! It's head is gone! And I didn't do it! I swear! It's so horrible!" He turned to retch some more.

James stared at Neddy blankly. "WTF?"

This guy clearly has some mental issues. James didn't even bother to introduce himself, he just left; after snatching a key from the shelf first, of course.

He returned to the hallway and began trying random doors. Finally, a locked door opened with the turn of his key. James stepped inside the room and looked around. Towards the side of the apartment, the Scary Man from earlier was reading a brochure opened up on a side table. He turned quickly and faced James.

The man was scarier then James initially thought. On one of his hands, he had menacing elongated fingernails; kinda like claws, James thought. And on the guy's forehead, he seemed to have exposed veins in an odd pattern. James felt uncomfortable.

The creepy guy stared at James then slowly narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

James blinked, then replied, "I'm looking for my wife. She's as dumb as a rock and horribly fussy. She also wears a tacky pink dress. Have you seen her? Say… how did you get into this room if it was locked from the outside and I had the key?"

"Never mind that," He sharply replied. "I haven't seen your wife."

James didn't like the creepy guy's voice. It was too calm… and girly. James began to wonder if the guy was a homosexual, or a eunuch, or maybe even a pedophile.

"What's your name?" James asked, skeptical of the mans existence.

"I am Maester Seymour Gaudo."

"Pretty extravagant for a name, don't you think?" James asked in a snotty tone.

Seymour blinked.

"So, how did a colorful guy like you get here? Why are you here?"

Seymour stared at James questionably. "To tell the truth, I haven't the faintest idea…"

"Damn." James whined, "I was hoping that you would know about this place. You seem a little sane to me… more so then the others anyway. Do you know where these demons are coming from?"

Seymour cackled oddly, "Sane? You think I'm SANE?!"

James slowly backed away.

"How could ANYONE who went through life wanting to kill off the world be SANE?!

James felt his back bump up against the apartment wall.

Seymour was slowly approaching James. "How could I be sane when I was screwed up mentally by my peers for being a half breed, After my own father banished me, after my mother killed herself before me when I was young!? I've always had macabre views on life. Life is HELL while death is eternal rest, free from pain!"

"Alright, alright!" James was beginning to panic. This guy really was screwed up. "Get away from me you fucked-up bastard!"

At this moment, someone came out of the bedroom and stepped on to the scene, distracting Seymour's attention. It was good old Harry.

Harry looked around questionably. "Uh… Oh! it's you! The nice man!" He waved frantically to James.

James considered strangling himself with the telephone wire.

"You remember me? I'm Harry!"

"How could I forget." James sighed.

"So… have you seen a little girl? Short? Black hair? Around seven years old?"

Seymour raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't seen your damn kid!" James snapped.

"Oh… Well have you seen-"

James quickly bolted out the door and closed it behind him, locking it with the key.

Seymour ran to the door. "Hey! Wait! Don't leave me in here with this man!"

James laughed evilly, he had the wonderful feeling that he was losing his sanity. "Why not!? I'll be killing two birds with one stone! A scary pedophilic maniac, and an obsessive compulsive lunatic!"

Seymour sighed. "You know, I could just blow up the wall…"

James snickered. "No you cant! Your in a pixilated environment with extreme physical limits!"

"NOOO!"

"Yes!" James hissed. He turned and ran down the hallway, far from the angered voice of the pedophile and the ever annoying Harry. He threw open another door and stepped inside.

"Angelica!" James yelped in surprise.

Indeed, Angelica was laying on the floor in front of an ominous mirror, a toothpick clutched in her hand.

"Mommy! " She yelled, throwing herself at James.

"Gah! No! We've already been through this!" James squeaked.

"Oh…" Angelica turned away. "I've been a bad girl mommy."

"James." He corrected.

"James…" Repeated Angelica. "I-I… I just can keep this. Who knows what I might do with it." She slowly approached James and extended the toothpick towards him. When he reached to take it she jumped back in surprise. "NOO! NOOOOO!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!" She screamed the placed the toothpick down on a side table then ran out of the room.

James was scared.

'I wonder what the hell her problem is…'

He picked up the toothpick and noticed a small red stain on the end of it.

'…Whatever.'

He pocketed the toothpick and made his way out of the room, back into the never-ending hallways of Woodflank Apartments. This place was really getting to him. It was as if his worst crack-induced delusions were coming to life before his eyes. James was confused. As he wandered absentmindedly, he came across a locked fire escape. Using the toothpick, he managed to pick the lock. But there was no fire escape, just another building a few feet away with an open window. James decided that nothing of use was left behind in the apartments, so he stepped across the opening and into the other building, Green River Apartments.