Disclaimer: I still don't own Silent Hill. I'm pretty sure that Konami won't want to give it to me either. I don't own Big Brother either. I also don't own the Terminator movie trademark or Arnie for that matter – Thank God!
Note: I finally did a long chapter and believe it or not, it was the hardest one to write, because I lost motivation to write. Trust me I will finish this story, I promise! Keep reading and reviewing!
The girls climbed through the dusty trapdoor and looked around the room. In the room was a bench with a cash register on it and a table that had been broken at some point. There were a couple of magazine racks as well.
"I think we have entered the old delicatessen!" Marie exclaimed.
"Who says delicatessen these days?" Beké asked.
"Does it matter? Look over there near where the cash register is, it's that marshmallow thing that was on the map." Marie replied.
As the girls were walking cautiously towards the marshmallow looking abject the radio started to blare distortion again.
"What the fuck? Why is it only going off now? I mean I didn't see any monsters and I still can't see any, not only is there distortion from the radio, but that tumble dryer noise is back. Why won't people learn to do their laundry at normal hours of the day?" Marie raged.
Just as she finished talking, the marshmallow looking object stood up.
"Holy shit! That marshmallow object is now a marshmallow man. What the hell? This place is so twisted. I hate this place. Its time to go…Marshmallow Man! Pasta la vista baby!" Beké screamed.
"Pasta la vista? What? Who do you think you are? Arnie or Big Brother?" Amber asked.
"Shut up and let me kill this mother fucker, how dare it lead me into a false sense of security like that. What a wanker! Well it's time to die bitch!" Beké replied, "Oh and Amber, I was being both!"
She ran up to the marshmallow man and stuck it across the leg with her trusty fire poker. This didn't do much damage to the marshmallow man.
"My fire poker is getting me nowhere; if I had some kind of spork related weapon I think that I would be able to defeat it." Beké explained.
She hit the marshmallow man again and once again no damage was done. Then Amber took a shot at the marshmallow man with her metal pole and it did more damage then Beké's hit did, but not a lot more. Marie attempted to stab the marshmallow man with the knife she had acquired from the shop, but she missed and took a hit, she fixed this by drinking a health drink. Alia took aim and shot the marshmallow man twice in the head before it fell to the ground, this is when Amber and Beké hit it repeatedly with their weapons.
"Um, guys, I think the marshmallow man is dead now. You can stop hitting it." Alia said.
"You can never be too sure with marshmallows, sometimes they pretend to be dead." Beké replied.
"Yeah, I mean once I ate a marshmallow and it was still alive." Amber added.
"How the fuck is that possible?" Beké asked.
"I don't know, maybe coz it just can be?" Amber replied.
"You're a fucking idiot; I don't even know why you even say anything because none of it ever makes sense." Beké replied back.
"Does this make sense?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, but where are you going with this?" Beké answered.
"Point proven, I'm not going anywhere with it, I'm staying here. I wonder if the marshmallow man can be eaten." Amber wondered.
While Amber and Alia were wondering about whether the marshmallow man could be eaten, Beké and Marie were searching for relevant items for their journey. Marie looked in the cash register and found a key; the tag read 'Fence Key'.
"This fence key could be for the fence at the end of the street that we were at before. If we can get out of this delicatessen then maybe we should go back and try it." Marie exclaimed.
"That's all fine and dandy I guess, but I still don't have anything spork related." Beké complained.
As if someone had heard her complaints, she opened a cupboard and found a spork-gun.
"Holy shit, my prayers have been answered! I have my spork related weapon! What am I going to do with my trusty fire poker? Do you think it will get offended if I use this spork related weapon?" Beké asked.
"No I don't think so, maybe you should give the fire poker to Marie till we find another weapon for her because, no offence, that knife sucks, it's a shitty weapon and she needs a better one." Amber answered.
"Ok then. I shall give my fire poker to Marie. Hey Marie come here, you can have my trusty fire poker, but you have to take care with it. I still love you fire poker, not as much as I love my spork related weapon, but I still love you!" Beké said.
"Thanks for that. I really need a new weapon and as Amber said, this knife sucks. I'll keep it in my pocket though, just incase we need it later. Has anyone tried to open the door yet?" Marie asked.
"What door? Oh the entrance door, I don't know. I doubt it because if someone had then maybe we wouldn't be here having this discussion." Alia replied.
Beké walked up to the door and turned the handle.
"I'm expecting the lock to be broken, because that's what's on with majority of the other doors." Beké explained.
Surprisingly enough the door opened and the girls went outside, back on to the main street.
