A/N I took me a little while to get this chapter up x_x. Writer's block sucks. Oh, and a big thanks to all the supportive reviewers. ^-^ I love getting reviews, they keep me going.

Disclaimer!: I do NOT own the following things: Seymour, Final Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Silent Hill, and Harry. I DO own the following thing: every altered parody character in this fic. (James Scanderlund, Angelica, Neddy the horrible wrenching blob, Traffic Cone, ect.) And every parody place (Quiet Hill, Green Creek Apartments, Woodflank Apartments, Poppywater Park, ect.)

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James looked around the decaying room that he had entered. He found a small, locked, combination safe sitting on a desk towards the side of the room. Knowing how these types of things usually work, he searched for any sign that could help him to find out what the combination could be. His half-ass search led him into the bathroom, were he noticed something clogged in the toilet.

"Ew, that's disgusting. It looks like someone ate a little too much potato grease at Happy Burger today…." With that, He shoved his hand into the depths of the menacing toilet and ripped out a gunk-covered wallet. ". . . Why would anyone in their right mind do that?" He stared at himself in wonder. This place really was altering his perception. But, thankfully, his hand was still clean.

"Ah, those physical limits of pixilated environments again… God bless them and all their irritating power." James turned to look at himself in the mirror, checking to see if he was still sexy or something. But, something peculiar caught his attention instead. Something was written across the mirror with a substance that reminded James of eyeliner. The message read:

"James? Where R U? Im still w8ting 4 U. @ our special place. Y R you taking so long? Do U still luv me? Do U h8 me James?" The rest of it ended in a smudge.

James glared at the message with a look of hatred. This message was sent to plague him, he was sure of it. All this meant was that Marie was still alive. He cursed under his breath and wiped off the message with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Why are you stalking me?!" James yelled out in anger. Nothing responded. A cricket chirped somewhere in the depths of the room.

"Why must you torment me so!?" … Cricket.

"Stop messing with my head!" Cricket…

James growled deep within his throat. "I hate you, God damnit!"

Cricket…. cricket… cricket…

"Retarded cricket! I will find you! And when I do, you'll regret being spawned on this plant for the soul purpose of pissing me off!"

Silence.

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Cricket.

"ARG!" James ran out of the bathroom and madly searched the area for the defying cricket. Having no luck in his attempts, he knelled down in the center of the room and cried out to the rotting ceiling.

"HAVE YOU NO EMPATHY!" Silence followed; no cricket. James looked around the room slowly, waiting for the creature to chirp once more. Then, the nasally voice of his deceased wife echoed through the room.

"I love you James"

Her voice was like a whisper, the last syllable rang through the room. The sound of her voice sent a cold spear of fright down James' spine. Shrieking like a pansy, James ran from the room and scrambled out into the hallway. He landed on the floor in a heap and kicked the door shut with his foot. He lay panting for a second the rolled on his side to see a pair of legs before him. James let out a short shriek of surprise and propelled himself backwards.

"Hi." The man said. James recognized him immediately as Harry. Wonderful. James pulled himself to his feet and brushed the dirt off of him. Harry began to speak but James cut him off.

"Hey, how did you get out of that room?"

Harry blinked in confusion. "Room? What room?"

"You know… the one I locked you in? The one with the extremely fruity insane dude with the hair that you could spot a mile away."

"Oh yeah!" Harry smiled to himself. "he didn't know where my daughter was either. Such a nice man."

"Yeah, so, how did you escape?"

Harry paused to think. "Uhh, well he opened the door and ran. Then I followed him, but I lost him."

"The door was locked." James said flatly.

"We unlocked it."

James narrowed his eyes. "… With what?"

Harry looked around absently then returned his gaze to James. "Say, have you seen my little girl? Short. Black hair. Just turned seven last month."

James said nothing. He turned and walked away down the dark hall. Harry yelled after him.

"Hey! You didn't say if… Have you seen a little girl? Short. Black hair. Just turned Seven last month." James began to sprint down the hallway, as fast as he could possibly go. Determined to escape the wrath of Harry, he sharply turned a corner and smacking into something. James stumbled backward and blinked. Once the stars cleared from his vision, he saw the extremely fruity insane dude standing in front of him. And he was pissed, obviously angry at James for locking him in a room with a sad, deranged little man. James let out a squeak of terror and turned to run back down the hall, but Seymour grabbed the back of his jacked and pulled him back. He spun James around to face him and grabbed a hold of his shirt collar.

Seymour growled. "Did you think that you would get away with it?"

James looked around aimlessly, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. "Uhh… get away with what?"

Seymour lifted James off the ground which caused him to squeak in surprise. "Don't play stupid with me!" James coughed, the toes of his boots swinging inches above the ground.

"Uhh…" James reached out and poked at one of Seymour's hair stalks. "Who DOES your hair?" James took Seymour's moment of confusion to pry himself free, shove the startled Maester aside and scramble down the hall. He opened the nearest door and threw himself inside, slamming the door behind him. Apparently James had made a bad choice.

Traffic Cone looked up over the body of a dead stripper demon. It slowly stood and stared at James to the best of it's ability without any eyes, that is. James squealed and attempted to escape. He tried the door, but it stuck fast. LOCKED! James thought, desperately. He could hear Seymour laughing outside of the door. James turned to face the approaching creature with it's big-ass butter knife of doom. The only other escape route was a stairwell, that was flooded. Nice.

"Good Lord!" James shrieked to the ceiling. "Smite me! Smite me now and get it over with!" James narrowly sidestepped an attack from Traffic Cone's knife. He screamed and ran to a corner, loading his handgun as quickly as possible. The thing squabbled towards him, dragging Its lethal knife. James yelled out in terror and shot madly at Traffic Cone. He sidestepped another attack and ran to the far corner, shooting again. He pulled the trigger wildly until the only response from the gun was an irritating click the told him to reload. James' expression drooped. He was out of ammunition.

Snapping out of his shock, he ducked a swing from the heavy knife and ran past Traffic Cone and back towards the other corner.

"Seymour! If I survive this, I'm going to kill you!" Traffic Cone advanced menacingly. James could hear something ringing faintly, it was the sound of music box-style ice cream truck music. He smiled to himself. I'm a dead man walking, and this gay, mental child music will be my requiem; for I'm about to be murdered by a man who looked like he had a fight with the garbage disposal and lost. James cackled to himself for the insane, blissful feeling of entering the foggy realm of insanity.

Traffic Cone stopped in his tracks. He turned abruptly and made a mad dash for the stairs. For some reason, the ice cream pedophile music repelled the monster. James laughed in triumph at the retreating cone-head.

"HA! Victory for me!" Traffic Cone disappeared beneath the surface of the water. The gay pedophile music stopped and the water magically drained from the stairs. James tried the door again, but it was still stuck. Cursing, he ran down the damp stairs. He found an exit at the bottom. He smiled brightly, glad to escape the apartments. He threw open the door, running out into the foggy air. He climbed down the metallic stairs and practically kissed the road. He noticed something move and looked up towards a tall brick wall in front of him. That little girl from earlier was humming to herself and swinging her legs in boredom. James growled.

"It's you!" He pulled out his handgun and attempted to blow the girls' head off, but was reminded with that annoying click that he was out of ammo. He sighed and lowered his gun. The little girl scowled him. James looked back up.

"What's your name, and why are you here?"

"Why should I tell you?" The girl responded with the most annoying tone imaginable. James winced at the mere sound of her voice. "Anyway, My name's Lorla."

"But, what are you doing in this place?"

"OMG! What are you? BLIND or somthin'?" James winced once more.

"Why did you kick my KEY!"

She glared him. "I dunno, MAYBE I did."

James counter-glared. "Has anyone ever told you that you are the most intolerable brat on this planet?" She looked at a letter in her hands and sneered at him.

"Why should I tell you? You didn't love her anyways!" With that, she leapt off the back of the wall and ran off.

James was confused. "…What?" He shrugged to himself and continued down the foggy alleyway-type-thing. He half expected something gruesome to attack at any moment, so he kept his stripper-killing plank close at hand. About halfway down the road, he became aware of someone singing in a gentle and hypnotizing voice.

"May it be an evening star

Shines down upon you

May it be when darkness falls

Your heart will be true

You walk a lonely road

Oh, How far you are from home."

A figure of a man became clear to James. He was perched on top of a stone wall with his back leaned up against a nearby building. He wore some odd green and brown clothing with a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. James also noticed two long knives. The man had long blonde hair falling over his shoulders.

"Mornie utulie

Believe and you will find your way

Mornie alantie

A promise lives within you now.

May it be-"

"Hey!" James yelled out. "I've seen you off of that movie, What was it called… Lord of the… Oh! Your that elf guy! Do you know what the hell's going on? And haven't I heard that song sung by Enya before?" The elf blinked at James in surprise before leaping off into the fog. "NOO! Wait! Ah, screw it." James muttered and continued making his way through the thick fog.

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May it be the shadows call

Will fly away

May it be you journey on

To light the day

When the night is overcome

You may rise to find the sun

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Mornie utulie

Believe and you will find you way

Mornie alantie

A promise lives within you now

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A promise lives within you now

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A/N Great, now that's stuck in my head. *hums*