A/N: Yes, I do realize that I switch between past and present tense A LOT. I just do that, as much as I try to stay in past tense. I'll pay more attention to that this time.

BTW: This chapter is just a bit more serious than the others. Sorry bout that, but it couldn't be helped. Don't worry; the rest of the chapters will be lighter in tone. ;) except maybe for the exciting conclusion.

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James stood on the steps directly outside the hospital. The world had gone dark, it was either nightfall or the whole town had been sucked into the alternate reality. Whether it was night or not, the town was still blanketed with a thick layer of ivory fog. James stood still in the crisp air and stared solemnly at the cracks in the cemented steps.

"Maria's dead," he reminded himself mentally, "and there was really nothing I could do, was there? No guilty conscience here, huh?" he grins thinly, "Well Lorla has run off somewhere. I should probably find her and beat the snot out of her for locking me in the room full of teletubbies. Mary… are you really here? What do you want from me? Why does all of this shit have to happen to me?" He finally begins to realize that things are not as they seem here. Maybe, just maybe he isn't thinking straight. Forcing the confusing montage of questions out of his head, he saunters down the stairs and into the fog.

"I'm going to find Mary and settle this once and for all."

He headed east into the empty town, making his way toward the place the strange map he found had indicated. He came to a dead end on the street he was following.

"Damn it…"

A nasty gurgling noise sounded from behind him. Startled, James turned around to face a familiar monster that he hadn't seen in a while. A straight-jacketed, burned stripper shuffled down the road towards him. James couldn't help but smile at its disturbingly comical appearance. The smile immediately ceased as the stripper bent over backwards and released a putrid hormone spray from its abdominal region. James staggered backwards, choking on the spray.

"Bitch, please!" He whipped out his shotgun and blasted the stripper into oblivion. Satisfied, he turned to further investigate the dead end.

The road was blocked off by a large chain link fence. Yet close examination revealed a gate-like door. James pushed the gate open and found himself in an alleyway; yet instead of a concrete floor he appeared to be standing on grating suspended in mid air. Strolling along the walkway of grate, he heard something strange; which to him is actually normal now.

It sounded as if people were walking down the grates towards him. He stared into the dark abyss, waiting to see what was approaching. When the sound came dangerously close he noticed that the things weren't on top of the grates; they were swinging happily along under them. When the things swung into the range of his flashlight beam he yelped in terror.

What were now approaching him were things that had terrified James ever since he was a small child: monkeys!

He screamed rather girlishly in horror as he recalled terrible childhood memories. Not bothering to kill the monstrosities, he ran along the grating path not unlike an uncoordinated ballet dancer as he tried not to touch the grating as much as possible. He finally reached a stable cement platform that lead to another chain link fence door. He doubled over and panted from the effort it took to run there. Having caught his breath, he merrily traveled through the chain link door; happily leaving the horrid monkeys behind him.

Beyond the chain door was a sight quite familiar to James. The abandoned motor home that he had discovered near the beginning of his journey sat quietly along the side of the road illuminated by a lone street lamp. The whole are was silent, not a monster in sight. However, the range of sight was about thirty feet due to the thickness of the fog. James neared the motor home, his footsteps echoing strangely. There was probably nothing important in there, but James felt the need to investigate just the same.

He pried open the cold white door and stepped inside. Much to James's dismay, he was not the only one in there.

"Hello!" Harry called out, enthusiastically waving at James from the deteriorated sofa. "We just keep bumping into each other, don't we?"

"Yeah…" James breathed out, his voice thick with annoyance. He placed a hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples in order to stifle the impending migraine. "Have you found your damn kid yet?"

"Nope, but I'm still looking. I'll never give up! One of these days, someone here is bound to have seen my little girl."

James found himself almost admiring Harry's blind determination.

"Say James, have you seen my little girl? Short, black hair-"

SLAM!

James sped out of the motor home and shut the door fiercely behind him. Harry stared at the spot where James had been only seconds ago. He hoisted himself off of the sofa and pulled open the door to witness James sauntering away into the mist.

"Hey James," Harry yelled after him, "Keep clear to the moors!"

James stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Harry thought hard for a moment, his brain threatening to implode. "I guess not very many people have seen that movie."

James raised an eyebrow at this. "Huh…?" The radio in his breast pocket began to hiss and sizzle.

"Huh…radio?" Responded Harry completely losing track of the conversation, "What's going on with that radio? Have you seen-?"

"You're completely insane!" James cut him off, "I thought I was bad with all of these delusions and stuff, but you're worse off then I am! At least I have a shred of something resembling sanity! Don't you realize that you've asked me that question about 20 times now? It's fucking annoying!"

Harry stared at James wordlessly as an awkward silence ensued, the radio still blaring static.

"I'm wasting my time with you." growled James, turning on the spot and continuing down the street.

"Bye then!" Harry yelled happily and withdrew back into the motor home.

"Idiot…" James hissed.

The static emitting on his radio began to increase in intensity. James turned it off, becoming annoyed with its ungodly screeching. As he approached the indicated spot on his map where a letter and a wrench are supposed to be, he noticed a figure looming in the fog. The figure was tall and chunky, and appeared to be standing on the porch of a house. As James neared it, he spotted two more figures identical to the first standing beside it. James' insides seemed to turn over as a break in the fog revealed the monstrosities.

Teletubbies, the three of them were standing mockingly before James's destination. Purple, yellow, and green; the purple one seemed to be sporting shot gun wounds across its horrid body. James's phobia began to spark in his mind once more, however the rage of losing his plank was more powerful than his fear of children's televised brain stimulants.

"You sick bastard." He snarled, pointing at the purple teletubbie. "I thought I killed you."

As a reply, the teletubbie giggled in a sickening childish way. It pointed back at James causing the green and yellow teletubbies to advance toward him as if ordered to attack. James realized that if he wanted the letter and the wrench, he would have to do battle with his deep imbedded fears once more.

"Bring it." James hissed while cocking his shotgun. He raised his gun to the face of the yellow teletubbie and blasted it. The sick creature was hurled backward and landed on its back, flailing. He then turned his shotgun on the green one; however it was much too fast and enveloped him in a crushing bear-hug before he could pull the trigger.

The heavy scent of baby powder, milk and honey overwhelmed James's olfactory system as his face was squished into the teletubbies' thin fur. He struggled to wiggle out of its death grip, the suffocating scent wearing him down. At last he managed to drive his elbow into the creature's gut, causing it to squeal and release James. The green teletubbie doubled over, clutching its stomach as if winded. It immediately flew through the air and crashed on to the sidewalk as James blasted it twice.

The yellow teletubbie regained itself and charged at James, threatening to tackle him. James quickly sidestepped its attack and filled its back full of lead. He paused to reload the shotgun.

The purple teletubbie stood silently watching its comrades battle James. It giggled sickeningly, enjoying the show.

The green teletubbie rolled over to James's feet and crashed into him, sending him flying. He hit the cold pavement laid there dazed for a moment. He raised himself to his knees and looked frantically about for his shotgun. Just as he located it lying a few feet away the green teletubbie lifted him off of the ground and squeezed him in a hug of death.

James choked, unable to breathe. The world around him seemed to swim as his lungs burned for air. He reached his hand into his pocket and felt around desperately for a weapon. Clutching at a small pointed object, he pulled it out and drove it into the teletubbie's fat stomach. It screeched in a high pitched voice, dropping James. He sat on the pavement for a moment drawing in long breaths of precious, life giving air. He turned around to see what he stabbed the teletubbie with.

The green teletubbie flailed helplessly around, trying to reach the toothpick jabbed into its belly. Unfortunately for it, its arms were too short to reach the bloodied object. James grinned evilly at the flailing beast as he remembered the toothpick that Angelica had bestowed him with. He crawled across the pavement and clutched his shogun. Rolling over to his back he aimed at the green teletubbie and pulled the trigger.

In a dramatic spray of blood, the monster fell backward in slow motion. "Noooo!" it screeched as it hit the pavement. It thrashed for a moment in a pool of its own blood before lying still. "Tele…tubbie…bye-bye…" it managed with its dying breath, the glint of life disappearing from its eyes.

The purple and yellow teletubbies gasped in unison and stared for a few moments at their fallen comrade. James snickered then burst out into fits of insane laughter. He staggered to his feet and laughed at the dead teletubbie while the other two stared in horror. In a poof of sparkles the purple and yellow teletubbies teleported away, leaving James alone with the dead teletubbie.

At last James ceased his maniacal laughter. He beamed at himself, proud of his accomplishment. "I have defeated my phobia!" he announced to no one in particular.

"Good for you," the voice of God boomed from seemingly nowhere, "but you still piss me off."

James muttered incoherently as he pulled the toothpick from the dead teletubbie and stuffed it back into his pocket. He sauntered over to the house closest to him. On the front porch were an envelope and a wrench. Ferreting away the wrench into his pocket, he opened the letter and read it:

Perhaps you are a fool.

The truth usually betrays people.

A part of that abyss is

in the old society.

The key to the society

is in the park.

At the foot of the praying

woman, inside of the ground,

inside of a box.

To open it, I need a wrench.

My patient buried it there.

I knew, but I did nothing

Because I knew he was retarded.

And plus the key really creeps me out.

I really saw that thing.

I ran like a scared pre-pubescent child,

but the museum was sealed as well.

Now no one dares to

approach that place.

If you still do not wish to stop,

James,

I pray to the Lord to have

mercy on your eternal soul.

James reread the letter once more. The last part of it was the most unnerving to him. After safely tucking the letter into his designated memo pocket he headed towards Poppywater Park. He stopped on his merry trip and decided to take a detour into Neely's Bar. Closing the rickety door behind him he peers around the room as his eyes adjust to the darkness. On the far wall was a message written in what appeared to be blood.

If you really want to FIND Mary,

You should just DIE!

But you might be heading to a Different place then MARY, James.

James glared at the wall, and then began to yell at it. "I don't just want to FIND her, I want to kill that worthless wench of a wife!"

The writing changed.

Do you?

"Yes!" Shrieked James, "why else would I be here? Why else would be going through this demented nightmare if not to kill Mary!"

The writing changed again.

You're a sinner, James.

He stared at this. "So? Is that why I'm in this town? Because I've sinned! What a pathetic reason! I came here to cleanse my life forever of the filth that is Mary! That is all!"

The letters faded and were replaced by more.

There was a HOLE here, it's gone now.

"Go to hell." James told the wall before leaving the bar. He stood in the misty street, wondering why he had been questioning his motives so much lately. It was all too much for his mind to comprehend. Shrugging it off, he made his way toward Poppywater Park while dodging various nurse demons and burned strippers.

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Meanwhile, at Bob's-Bowl-O-Rama, Betty the hideous nurse demon stares into the abyss of a vending machine. Her sights set on a tasty bag of Doritos; she turns around to stare at Traffic-cone Head. T-head looked up from his pizza and stared at Betty.

"What do you want?" he asked her in monster language, his voice laden with venom.

"I want that dollar you owe me. You see, there's a bag of Doritos in there and it only costs 75 cents…."

T-head sighs in annoyance. "You are a demon, right? Just break the glass open and steal the damn chips."

Betty gasps. "What! Samael would kill me if I broke his vending machine!"

"Since when are you afraid of the head honcho?" T-head questioned her as he slipped a piece of pizza under the metal triangular cone concealing his head.

Betty put her hands on her hips, attempting to be menacing. "But you do owe that dollar, and I think you're just trying to get out of paying me it."

"Bitch!" T-head roared, standing up "How many times do I have to tell you? I paid you that damn dollar! It was last week!"

"No you didn't! Liar!" shrieked the hideous nurse demon defensively.

T-head brought his fist down on his pizza in a fit of rage. Cheese and sauce flew through the air, splattering T-head's metal cone. "Damn you!" he raged, "look what you made me do! Look what you made me do! You're lucky I don't make a shish kabob out of you! Now get your ass out of here and go assault James you worthless wench!"

"I'm not worthless!" Betty cried out through teary eyes.

"GET OUT!" roared T-head, flinging the pizza box and the remaining pizza at her. Once she left, he sat back down and sighed, wiping the cheese off of his cone head with a napkin. "He seriously doesn't pay me enough for this job."