(A/N) After 8 months, Chapter 2 has finally been complete. I apologise for the wait. Due to things going on in both mine, and my friend's life (the one I'm working on this with) we just haven't been able to sit down, and come up with ideas. We've finally done it, hence why it's finally here!
Now just as a warning: This story is random, and as this is a strange humour fic, the characters will be OOC (Out of Character). Also, the humour contained within this story may not be for you, and is based on jokes between me and my friend when we have been playing the games. Hopefully, you do find joy in these, as you'll never know if you like the humour unless you read.
And that's it for my warning.
I hope that you enjoy this, and thanks for the review and the favourites and the follows, readers; it means a lot.
No flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good, and what was bad.
DISCLAIMER - I do not own these franchises, or their characters, Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, Silent Hill belongs to KONAMI.
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Chapter 2: The Mission Begins
The journey to the mansion was silent, only the sound of the chopper blades. Chris was looking out of the window, thinking about a lot of things; like what if Wesker really was alive? What if this was a trap? His gaze then turned to everyone in the chopper with him, his group. Heather was looking out of the window, either admiring the clear, blue sky, or deep in thought, as she was grimacing. Piers was busy polishing the scope of his Anti-Material Rifle, with a look of determination, and the last group member, James, was looking down at his hands, with a melancholic expression on his face.
"OK, let's go over the objective!" Chris yelled, so his voice could be heard over the chopper blades, and to get the attention of his team; who looked up at him unenthusiastically, excluding Piers, who looked eager to listen.
Heather was the first to speak up. "Again?" she asked, with a roll of her eyes.
"Yes, we can't afford to screw this up," Chris started. "If we do -"
"A global bioterrorist attack could potentially occur, resulting in a lot of casualties, I know," the blonde interrupted with a sigh of annoyance.
"Unless you want your world to be filled with zombies, monsters and other abominations, I suggest you take this seriously, Miss Mason."
"Shut up, we have better things to be doing than arguing," James piped up, tired of the pair's bickering.
"He has a point," Piers stated, also sick of it. "Let's just do this and go home."
All went silent, as tension filled the air, due to everyone being in a sour mood.
James couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into when he had attended that meeting. He expected it to just be a simple discussion, not a bioterrorist hunt.
Looking up, he noticed Piers looking behind him, which was the front of the chopper, squinting as if he was trying to figure something out. "Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned.
His question was answered when the brunette turned to Chris with alarm. "Captain!"
Chris looked up with haste. His eyes widened when he saw that they were going down; the driver was unconscious and the emergency alarm was blaring.
"Shit!"
"Chris, do something!"
"I'm trying!"
Crash!
(...)
Leon wasn't too happy with the group he got dumped with. Actually, he was glad he had Jill in his group, as she was skilled in combat and asking questions. Harry was a great guy, he was smart and he read a lot of detective novels, making him potentially good at questioning too, as well as puzzles. But Murphy, he was another story.
"Murphy, have you heard of personal space?"
"Oh, sorry, Jill."
'Yeah, good ol' Murphy,' Leon thought sarcastically.
"Now, we know why Chris didn't want him," the US agent commented out-loud.
"Leon..." Jill sighed, folding her arms.
Murphy looked at the blonde, wondering why the guy hated him soo much. Was it the fact that he was a convict? Was it the fact that he beat a fat man in the shower? That guy did take a lot of hits before he died.
"When this cab pulls up outside of the pharmacy, we are going to ask to see a man by the name of Mr. Dombroski," Jill explained, raising an eyebrow at the name. "We are going to get as much information as we can out of him."
"With force?" Murphy asked, with a sadistic smirk.
"No, just no," Leon replied, clearly unnerved by what he just heard.
"Leon's right, you sick dog," Harry commented with evident disgust on his face.
"Harry!" Jill yelled. "There's no need to be so hostile, and behave like an animal -"
"Woof!"
Jill sighed and shook her head at Murphy's stupidity.
"We're not here to make friends, we're here to get on with a mission -"
"You think I'm not aware of that," Leon interrupted. "Do you really think I would want to make friends with this bitch?!"
Murphy looked down with sadness, a tear running down his cheeks as he sniffled. "I only want to be your friend, Leon."
"Fuck no! I'd rather have my good friend, Krauser stick his mutated claw arm up my -"
"Leon, keep this rated T!" Jill yelled, clearly not wanting the agent to finish that sentence.
"I believe that we just need to keep our minds focused on this mission," Harry stated, no longer amused by the conversation. "I'm not interested in what Leon gets up to behind closed doors, and I'm definitely not interested in Murphy's list of people he wants to make his friend, yeah I stumbled on your journal, Pendleton."
Murphy looked down, as Leon looked oddly more enraged.
"Harry's right," Jill agreed, with a nod of her head. "Look, I can see the pharmacy. Let's get ready to do what we have been ordered to do."
(...)
"Finally, I found you," Vincent sighed, as he approached a tall figure, with a pyramid for a head. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Really?" Pyramid Head asked, turning around to face the priest.
"Yes! What have you been doing this entire time?"
"Well, I have been concocting an amazing plan," he replied.
"Which is...?" The brunette asked impatiently.
Pyramid Head started to rub his hands together in an evil fashion, as he chuckled.
"I'm going to kidnap James, put a pyramid on his head, stick my triangle in his triangle, and -"
"No, no, no!" Vincent yelled. "You need to get over your weird obsession with James, it's becoming a problem."
"You're right," Pyramid Head looked down. "Have you thought of a plan?"
"Yes, I have."
"And what is it?"
"I don't know, actually."
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I'm sorry if the length of this chapter didn't compensate for the long wait, and I also apologise if this chapter was a little stale in the humour department; tastes differ after all. Also, sorry to all the Silent Hill: Downpour and Murphy Pendleton fans out there for making Murphy the disliked dummy, but I personally hated Downpour and Murphy as a character, so... yeah... so did my friend. Yeah, a lot of aggressive humour here, hopefully there isn't much of that next time.
Don't worry, we hope that chapter 3 will arrive much quicker, and we haven't forgotten to reveal the picture on Murphy's phone; that will be revealed in a future chapter. No matter how long we take to update, just know that this story IS NOT DISCONTINUED, if it is, I will tell you.
Anyway, improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, and I would usually say that you could suggest ideas for future chapters, however, as I'm collaborating with someone, I don't feel like that's necessary, though you can if you want. R&R and thanks for reading!