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James was aware of the falling sensation and then completely blacked out as he struck a hard surface that was a bit too near to the roof to be the ground. James vaguely wondered where he was as he attempted to pull himself into a sitting position. Needless to say, he failed and collapsed back to the cold floor of wherever he was. He stayed put, wondering for a while with a dull pain numbing his entire body and his heart beating loudly in his ears.
When he finally clambered to his feet, he took a long look around him. The room he stood in was small, with several doors along the far wall. Deciding he had nothing to lose, he opened the first door and found to his surprise: nothing. The second door he tried proved to be more promising. The small room that the door led to was lined with a squishy mat, the kind that kept insane people from committing suicide. James was suddenly tempted to vault himself against the wall, just to see what it felt like.
The only thing that kept him from fulfilling his temptation was the state of the room. The walls were covered in blood and some sort of disgusting grime. Written in the blood, to James's horror, was the following statement:
'Elmo knows where you live'
James quickly left the room, only slightly disturbed. He tried another door and it opened into a vacant, creepy corridor. James stepped into the empty halls, his footsteps hollow and echoing. He held up his convenient pocket flashlight and examined a map mounted on the wall and encased in glass. According to the map, he was outside the Special Treatment Room on the third floor. Deciding that the map might be something useful to carry around with him, he began to devise a brilliant plan to remove it from its glassy prison.
Unable to find any obvious methods of simply opening the case, James instead reverts into primitive mode as he whips out his plank of destruction. He glanced about the hallways and peeked around a dark corner just to make sure that nobody was watching him; as if someone was going to stop him from breaking something in this place anyway. He then swung his plank with all of his might at glass case. Unfortunately for James, he failed to notice that glass was in fact, plastic. His plank bounced off of the plastic barrier and smacked him in the face with an unhealthy sound. James quickly dropped the plank and clapped a hand over his eye.
"GAH! SHIT! DAMN AND OTHER SUCH COLORFUL WORDS!"
He gently removed his hand from his face, his right eye now turning into quite the impressive shiner. James attempted to examine his black eye in the plastic but found that it did not reflect very well. Angry, James set off down the hallway. He opened the door that led to the patient's wing and decided to check on Maria. He wasn't sure why he bothered; he didn't even like her that much.
When James entered the room he found Maria sitting seductively on the bed. She appeared to be wearing some sort of cheap perfume. James sniffed the air, guessing that the scent was apple cinnamon with a hint of old spice and rose. It was rather disgusting.
"Hey there James" she said, one of her heavily make-upped eyes more noticeably dilated than the other. "Have you come to make sure I'm all right?" She flashed him a nasty grin.
James paused, quite confused over the tone in her voice. "Uh… yeah, sure."
"You're leaving again, aren't you? I'm much too tired to follow you…" She shuffled awkwardly. "Do you wanna tuck me in?" she asked, tilting her head to one side.
James appeared visually disgusted at the thought of touching her. "Hell no! What's wrong with you?"
Maria whined like a little girl before continuing. "It's just…I get so lonely at times. Don't you get lonely James?"
James sighed in agitation. "No. No I don't. I'm fine on my own."
"Then why did you come here looking for your wife?"
James actually had to think about this for a moment. Why did he come here to begin with? Does it really matter that much to him to find out that she's really dead? Did he come here expecting to find her alive? And if he did find her, would he kill her?
"Of course I would." James said out loud, "I hated her, that foul excuse for a human."
'Did you really?' asked a voice in the back of James's mind. Frustrated, James forced the thought out of his head and focused instead on finding the stupid little girl and getting the hell out of the hospital.
"What are you talking about?" Maria asked James, her voice sounding far-off.
"Oh, nothing." He said, having realized that he said something out loud. He turned to leave to the room.
"Hey!" Maria called desperately after him, "What about me?"
"I'm going to find Lorla," said James, no hint of expression in his voice. "And after I do, we'll come and get you."
James left the room and closed the door shut behind him. He trudged along the empty hospital corridors, not quite sure where he was heading. He made his way down to the first floor patient hallway and located a loaded shotgun conveniently left in a room. Taking the opportunity, he snatched it up and stuffed it into his magical never-ending pocket.
He left the room with the shotgun and entered a room labeled C2. He felt his heart jump into his throat as he saw who else was in the room. Lorla sat in the corner between two filthy tables that had been knocked over. She was playing with teddy bears and giggling gaily.
"Hey!" James shouted to her happily.
Lorla turned around and frowned at him. "It's you again. What do you want?"
"Well don't you want me to get you out of here? This isn't a place for a little girl, even a snotty little ass like you."
Lorla looked around at the distorted room. "What are you talking about? Are you stupid?"
James appeared confused but continued anyway. "Look, I'm only saving you because Maria is making me, and the front doors are locked."
"Maria? Who's that?" Lorla asked. "And why would I need saving?"
"Maria is some slutty show girl who's following me around."
Lorla snorted. "I bet that doesn't happen much."
"Shut up you filthy little snot. Now are you going to argue with me or come quietly?"
Lorla gently set her bear down and stood slowly upright. "Alright, but I have a letter for you!"
"For me?"
"Yeah!" She shouted, excitedly digging through her pockets. "It's from Mary."
"Marie? How do you know Marie?"
"It's MarY you dumbass, what else do you not know about her?"
James paused. He was pretty sure that her name was spelled with an 'ie', but then again he didn't know her for very long.
"Well," Lorla continued, "I must have dropped the letter back in that other room. Come on lets get it!" She grabbed James's hand and led him to another room. She stood in the doorway and held the door open as he went inside.
"Okay," he said with a hint of agitation in his voice, "Where is this letter?"
"It's the back," she replied, "In the way back on a desk."
James stepped into the middle of the room. "I don't see a letter. Look, it's not worth it lets just get out of here."
"It's there, it's there!" she cried, "You're not looking hard enough!"
James grumbled to himself and wandered further into the room. The unmistakable metallic clang of a closing door sounded behind him. James quickly wheeled around to face the now closed door.
"Laura!" James screamed as he pounded on the locked door. "Open up!"
"Ha-ha!" squealed Lorla, "I pwned you!"
"Owned?" questioned James, confused by her lingo.
"PWNED!" Lorla squealed in reply.
"Great." James muttered to himself. He suddenly heard a grotesque giggle emit from somewhere behind him. Turning, he spied the most horrifying things ever to taint the earth waddling their way towards him: Teletubbies. Three of them: purple, green, and yellow. James unleashed a pathetic squeal of terror and began to claw desperately at the door.
"Lorla, open this door!"
"You have to say the magic words!" Lorla shrieked tauntingly.
The teletubbies advanced on James, giggling and spreading their arms as if threatening to hug him. Poor James has always suffered from a severe teletubbie phobia. The disgusting nurse demons he could handle, but this was just too much.
"Open up, you snotty little brat!" he yelled as he pounded on the door. Lorla gasped dramatically from the other side, as if James's insult had truly crushed her fragile heart like a sack of peanuts. She sniffled pathetically.
"You," she began, "you fart-face!" With that completely original insult, she scampered away down the hospital hallway sobbing into her hands.
"NOOO!" James called after her as he slumped on to the door, "All hope is lost!" The nearest teletubbie (yellow) reached out its fuzzy arms and enveloped James in a large bear-hug. He wriggled his way free and backed against a wall, gasping for breath. This was it, either fight for his life or fall prey to televised children brain stimulants.
James drew forth his trusty plank and flung himself at the purple teletubbie, bashing it over the head. The teletubbie's head indented then reformed as if made with rubber. The hideous purple teletubbie emitted a high-pitched squeak of fury. It snatched the plank from James and cracked it in half with amazing strength.
James froze, horrified at what he had just witnessed. He dropped to his knees and scooped up the remnants of his plank.
"No…" he choked out, his eyes filling with tears. "My beloved plank, after all we've been through!" He clutched the plank pieces to his chest and held back sobs. "I'm so sorry, I never wanted this. Never!" he cried to the ceiling.
After five minutes of curling up on the floor and sobbing over the loss of his weapon, James stuffed the remains of his plank into his never-ending pocket. He turned towards the teletubbies and glared. Even through this was a sealed room, wind somehow ruffled his hair in order to increase dramatic effect.
"You bastard." He growled, pointing at the idiotically smiling purple teletubbie. Drawing out his shotgun, he pumped the cursed thing full of lead. The teletubbie stumbled backwards and lay motionless on the floor. The yellow and green teletubbies gasped in unison.
"You want some of this?" James bellowed, pumping the shotgun. The green and yellow teletubbies exchanged glances and nodded.
"TELETUBBIE BYE-BYE!" They screeched in unison as they both lunged at James from opposite directions. James was instantly squashed in some sort of horrible body-slam sandwich. He crumpled to the floor, defeated and unconscious.
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James awoke to the sound of squeaking wheels. He strained to focus his blurry vision on the ceiling. He was moving in a wheelchair as if someone was pushing him from behind.
"James…" called a dreamlike voice from behind him, presumably whoever was pushing the chair. James was suddenly upright and standing outdoors in an enclosed square-shaped grass courtyard. Confused and disoriented, he turned around and saw no sign of a person or a wheelchair. Extremely confused, James re-entered the hospital to see that it had undergone some heavy remodeling.
No longer was the hospital simply empty and cavernous, now it seemed infested with some sort of great evil. Not an inch of the empty hallway was left unstained by rust and blood. The doors were now covered with what seemed like rotted tarps and some of the walls had transformed themselves into stained metal grating. James stared in horror at his mutated surroundings. Using his amazing brain power, he came to the conclusion that he had been drawn into the universe known as: (dun-dun-duuun!) Alternate Silent Hill.
Now scared to the point of almost wetting himself, James scuttled off quickly into the grotesque hospital. Craving any sort of company, he headed immediately towards where he left Maria. His walking quickly changed into a run as he encountered hordes of bloody nurse demons. He emitted terrified squeaks as he dodged between their stinking, oddly pasty bodies.
He tore off at a sprinting pace through the hallways, desperate to find Maria's room.
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