Shuddup Hill 4: The Retard Version
Chapter 2: Its Not a Dream
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeew..." Henri shouted.
A disgusting clump of maggot-filled smelly piece of brown excretion, still dripping wet, flew out through the door of the men's restroom as it landed with a splat right in front of him. Just then, a bloody bunch of Teletubbies giggled as they started to exit out from the men's restroom.
"That shit's mine... you dickhead..." The red creature moo-ed.
"Oh shut up, Po... go grab your shit somewhere else... this pile of shit is MINE!" Tinky Winky said.
"No... its mine... I personally dug it out from that filthy toilet..." Po argued.
"No... its mine, you jackass..." Tinky Winky screamed.
"MINE!"
"MINE!"
"MIINNNEEEE!" The two of them screamed.
"La-lalalala..." The yellow creature sang, as she stupidly toddles over to the smelly brown substance when she suddenly looses her balance and slams her face directly into the pile of manure on the floor.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!" The other Teletubbies moaned.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!" Henri cringed and squirmed in disgust, as he stares at the sight before him. "Dammit... my head hurts..."
"Huh? What the-?" Dipsy hushed, as he signals for the others to look at the new stranger now standing behind them. "Hey, guys... there's someone else here... look..." The green creature said.
The Teletubbies all looked at Henri.
Laa-Laa pushes her oversized fat yellow head up from the pile of sticky crap. "La-lalalala..." She sang idiotically.
"Oooh... it's a human... and he is so handsome... tee-hee..." Tinky Winky drooled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEE..." Henri almost crapped in his pants. "T-tele... Teletubbies..."
Henri pulls at his hair, screaming uncontrollably, as he immediately ran into the ladies' restroom.
"Geez... what was that all about?" Po asks.
"I don't know..." Dipsy replied.
"La-lalalala..." Laa-Laa continues to sing and giggled like an idiot before she splats her face back into the horrendous pile of mess.
"What a hunk..." Tinky Winky thought erotically.
Henri quickly slams the door behind him tightly as he escapes into the ladies' restroom. He quickly runs over to a nearby sink to empty his stomach as he pukes all over the entire porcelain bathroom fixture.
When he was finished with his vomiting, Henri wipes the trail of gore off from his mouth before slowly leaning away from the sink.
"S-sinthia?" He called out. "Where the bloody hell did she go?"
Silence.
"Sinthia? Where the fuck are you?" He started to shout. "Dammit... you are SO gonna get it when I find you... BITCH!"
More silence.
Henri runs around the restroom madly as he searches up and down, high and low, everywhere for the irritating bitch. Henri peeps at the many empty toilet cubicles. He even went to the extent of looking under the toilet covers for her but the annoying bitch was nowhere to be found. Instead, all he managed to find was a sickeningly filthy-looking black hole, similar to the one back in his apartment, on the wall at the back of the restroom.
"Meh... another HOLE?" He wailed. "They must be using real cheap construction materials... damn those cheap town developers... hmmm... I wonder if that bitch is hiding in there?" He wondered.
"Damn you, Sinthia... you'd better not let me lay my hands on you... you self-obsessed vomiting sick-o!" He screamed, as he attempts to crawl into the dark and smelly tunnel.
Henri finds himself crawling along the familiar filth and gore. He tries his very best to squeeze his fatty-big-ass through the narrow tunnel as he huffs and puffs, while he vigorously struggles through the dark tunnel, when once again, he finds himself being blinded by the same beam of white light.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed, before he puked all over himself and fainted.
Moments later...
"AAAAAAAAAAAH... Huh?" Henri finds himself waking up in his bed, back at his apartment. "What the fuck? All that was j-just... just a dream? B-but... (stares down at his pants) Dammit... wet my pants AGAIN!"
He swiftly changed into another clean set of pants and exited the bedroom.
Henri slowly walks through the narrow hall, wandering at the strange dream which he had had earlier, as he started to pace around the living room. It was then when he noticed that the cabinet next to his couch had been shifted in an awkward position.
"Huh? What the hell?" He almost screamed aloud.
Henri quickly walks over to the cabinet to adjust at its position when he sees a handgun resting on the carpet, next to the cabinet.
"Eh? A friggin' gun! Oh meh, this is SO cool! Must be my lucky day... tee-hee..." Henri thought, smiling to himself like a complete moron as he bends over to pick it up when he finds some weird writings sprawled on the wall.
"SHHIIITTTT! That tiny little wish I had had is gradually becoming stale... I mean, I am now getting more desperate than just pure despair... damn, and they told me that wishing upon a shooting star was suppose to make all your wishes come true... liars... LIARS... LIIAAARRRRSSSSS! I've tried my very best to tunnel till this far until both my hands are bruised... but it seems that I've finally reached my own limitations already and it looks like I couldn't get any further no matter how hard I sweat it out digging with my toothbrush... maybe its my stupidity... but I highly doubt so, for I know that I can't be stupid, right? I mean, I know that 0ne plus 0ne always equals to three... no, wait... or is it two? Oh, whatever... Anyways, the hallway, the windows, the walls, the filthy toilet, the sink... its like this room is in another fucking dimension... Luckily that bimbo Elyne never noticed..."
"What a psycho..." Henri mused. "Ooooh... wishing upon a fucking little star, eh? Tsk... tsk... tsk... what is this? Walt Disney?" He snickered.
Henri now sees a tiny hole, which was partially hidden behind the cabinet earlier, and he quickly moves forward to check it out. He peeps through the tiny hole to find himself looking right into Elyne's bedroom.
Elyne was sitting by her bedside, with a sickeningly pink-ish Wobbie the Wabbit plush toy beside her, as she stares into the empty space with her mouth wide open like an idiot.
Henri begins to drool.
"Come on Elyne... strip... STRIP... STTRRRIIIIPPPPP...!" He prayed silently.
"Dammit... where the fuck is that miserable broom?" Elyne finally blurted out. "Hmmm... o-oh... I'm holding on to it, riiggghhhhttttt! Ha-ha... silly me... its in my hand all this time... ha-ha..." She said, as she giggled like a retard and farted, before walking out of her bedroom.
Henri sweatdrop.
Henri slowly moves his head away from the hole on the wall. "Stupid bitch..." He mumbled under his breath, shaking his head disapprovingly.
(Telephone ringing sound)
"Huh? What the hell?" He exclaimed. "I though the telephone's been disconnected?"
Henri quickly ran into his bedroom to pick up the call.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Godammit, Henri... Where the fuck did you disappeared to? Are you having fun somewhere else WITHOUT me?" Sinthia was simply hysterical. "Anyway, just hurry up and save me..."
"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" Henri said. "You were the one who-"
"Stop blabbering and get your fat ass moving... trunk calls are expensive nowadays, especially if you are calling from another dimension or space, or whatever you call it... anyway, if you need a token, there's one here..." She screamed.
The line went dead.
"What? Where? What token? WHHAAATTTT?" Henri screamed. "H-hello? Hello?"
Moments later...
Henri wakes up with a severe headache. He groggily looks around the environment when he realized that he was back in the ladies' restroom once again.
"Meh! That sickening port-hole tunnel is really a pain in the ass... always making me nauseous..." He grumbled. "And my head hurts... bad!"
He slowly got to his feet and just as he was about to make his merry way out of the junk-hole restroom, walking past the rows of cubicles, when he accidentally notices a figure residing inside one of the cubicles and he screamed, "GAAHHH!"
Henri immediately covered his eyes with his hands and whined like a sissy as he cowardly peeps through the gaps between his fingers. It took him a while before the idiot came to realize that it was just a blow-up doll sitting on a toilet.
"Phew! Its just a doll..." He heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, at least its potty trained... tee-hee..." Henri snickered at his bad joke. "Hmmm... say, this doll looks familiar..." Upon close examination, he noticed the stupid doll look kinda like that vomiting bitch, Sinthia. In fact, the resemblance was so much alike that the doll could be her identical twin.
Henri then notices that there was something else in one of the doll's hands. He further examined the item closely to realize that it looked like some sort of a coin or something smeared with a thick layer of vomit.
He reluctantly lifted the item out from the slimy paste and cleans it by dipping it into the toilet water. He then brings it back up, close to his face, for further inspection.
" Leench StreetCoin? Hmmm... this must be the fucking TOKEN that bitch had mentioned in her call..." He said to himself, as he stuffs the token into his shirt pocket before turning around and exited the restroom.
The moment he had managed to step out from the restroom, Henri finds himself back at confronting the sickening Teletubbies again. He screamed like a girl and ran down the remaining hall as fast as his legs could carry him while he was being chased by Tinky Winky. After dodging at the many corners, hiding underneath the debris and rubbles, and running round and round the pillars, Henri finally managed to successfully shake off his pursuer.
"Damn those stupid Teletubbies, especially that purple gay one..." He panted as he wipes away the beads of sweat on his forehead. Henri simply continues to walk around the place blindly when he soon arrives at the concourse of the station where the turnstiles are located.
"Eh? A way out? Now, how the fuck do I get through this? Hmmm... let's see... there's a slot beneath here that reads 'insert token here'..." He wondered. "THAT'S IT! THE TOKEN!" He almost screamed aloud as he quickly digs out the filthy token from his shirt pocket and inserted it into the coin slot.
(Click)
Henri happily pushes himself through the turnstiles and hopped like a girly girl down the many flights of stairs leading to Leench Street Line.
"Tra-la-la-la..." He hummed. Suddenly, without prior notice, throbs of pain seemed to hit him in his head as though his skull was being struck by millions of thousands of hammers.
"Ouch... ouch... OUCH..." He cringes through his gritted teeth. Henri painfully looks around the place groggily when a familiar giggle reverberating in the surrounding almost made him crap his pants.
It was the laughing sounds of the Teletubbies.
Henri's worst fear finally came true when he looked up to find himself staring at the ugly and fat purple Teletubby wobbling towards him.
"Hellooooo handsome!" Tinky Winky standing in front of him jeered and winked at the poor soul.
Henri immediately puked all over himself before making a quick dash down the remaining flight of stairs to Leench Street Line, fleeing away from the horrendous creature. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Tsk... tsk... tsk... you can run... but you cannot hide... tee-hee..." Tinky Winky giggled, as it merrily hops down the stairs after him.
Later...
Henri finds himself reaching at the boarding platform of the Leench Street Line when he finds Sinthia inside one of the cabin, furiously banging at her head on the doors.
"Get me outta here..." She stares at the floor with her sleepy eyes as she moans tonelessly.
"Oh good... Sinthia... if you see a purple Teletubby coming by, just tell him you did not see me... get it?" Henri said.
"Get me outta here... Get me outta here... " She continues to chant, oblivious of Henri's existence.
Henri sweatdrop.
"Um... Sinthia... What are you blabbering about? I can't hear you..." He said. "... and why are you banging your head on the doors?"
"Get me outta here..." She continues to beg.
"HELLOOOOO? Sinthia? SINTHIA! ITS ME, HENRI... LOOK OVER HERE, BITCH!" He shouted through the glass doors.
"Huh? What the-?" She suddenly came out of her trance and looked up. "H-henri... you are here, finally... NOW GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING TRAIN!"
"What did you just say? I can't hear you... you've gotta speak up..." He shouted through the glass doors.
"I SAID I'M TRAPPED INSIDE THIS TRAIN... NOW HELP ME GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, DAMMIT!" She screamed.
"I still can't here you, bitch..." He responded. "Anyway, to hell with you... I've gotta run because I've got a fucking Teletubby on my tail..."
"What the fuck? Henri, just get me out of this place... now!" Sinthia said.
"Still can't hear any of your bloody words, Sinthia..." He said, pointing to his ears. "Anyway... have fun..."
"HENRI..."
"Well, gotta go... BYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Wait... Henri... Get back here this instance... WAIT!" She yulped.
Henri furiously ran his way along the platform, towards the foremost far end of the train compartment, as he attempts to makes a quick dive into the opening of the driver's cabin to hide from the badass Teletubbies. But unfortunately, he trips and falls over a gap near the entrance.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed.
In the process of falling down, Henri accidentally activated the red pushbutton on the control panel, releasing all the door locks on the train.
(Whoosh!)
Henri quickly got back on his feet as he looks back out of the driver's compartment only to find himself being confronted by Sinthia.
"Gah!" He screamed. "Um... oh, its just you, Sinthia..."
"What the-? Dammit, Henri... why the hell did you leave me back there! Huh? HUH? Answer me, you jerk!" She shouted, with her saliva splattering all over his face.
"I didn't know what nonsense you were blabbering about because I can't hear you through those set of doors... besides, its not as if like I know that they've got sound-proof glass doors all over the entire train..." He retorted. "Moreover, I'm on the run... there's a fucking Teletubby chasing after me and..."
"The yellow one?" She asked.
"No... the PURPLE one..." Henri cried.
"T-the g-gay one? Eeeew..." She cringed. "That's horrible... yeah, I know how that feels... um... alright then, you are forgiven..."
"Uh... really?" He cheered. "Sweet!"
Suddenly, Henri groaned as he grabbed at his head and rolled on the floor.
"Alright, alright... I get it already... you don't have to over-act, Henri..." Sinthia chided, as she rolls her eyes over. "I get the point about the gibberish stuff of being chased after by a freakin' purple Teletubby..."
"N-no... I-I... sensed that t-there's a... a T-teletubby near us... I a-always have a headache... when... there's a Teletubby around me..." He cried.
"HOLY-CRAP!" She echoed, looking around. "W-where the fuck are these creatures now?"
"No time... hurry... let's just get the fuck away from here..." He said.
So the two of them gingerly made their way running aimless around the many maze-like train compartments, weaving and squirming through the many doors until they came across a funny little box, with the words "1000$" neatly carved on it, in one of the train compartments.
"Oooh... there might be jewelries inside... tee-hee..." Sinthia silently thought. She then breaks loose from Henri's grip to pick up the box when suddenly, Henri screamed.
"ARGH... MY HEAD... MY HEEAAADDDD!"
Sinthia dropped the box she was holding, obviously shocked by his horrible scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed. "Dammit, Henri... you almost scare the shit out of me... now what is it, asshole?"
"My head... it hurts... I t-think... the T-teletubby is here..."
"No shit!"
"Y-yeah... let's g-get the hell out of h-here, now... hurry..." He cried, pulling her away.
"Okay... b-but... wait... the box..."
"Forget the box... let's just go... that freak is coming... I can sense it..." Henri pleaded.
"Fine..." She fumed, as she follows after him reluctantly.
Later...
"Oooh... lookie here... handgun bullets..." Henri remarked as he swiftly picks up the ammunition round off from some flights of stairs.
"I'm SO excited, alright..." She said sarcastically. "Now, can we make a move now?"
"Okay..."
The duo quickly ran down the stairs.
"Hmmm... I wonder where the fuck did that Teletubby go?" Sinthia asked curiously. "Anyway, I'm glad that its gone and..."
"No... that fat fuck is here..." He said.
"Yeah right, Henri... I'm like, oooh... SO scared... Will you save me, my hero?" She chimed like a typical drama queen with her hands reaching up openly.
"Stop fucking around, Sinthia... seriously... my head hurts... and..."
"H-E-L-L-O... SISSYBOY..." Tinky Winky giggled and winked sexily at Henri, as it tries to squeeze itself out from the wall next to them.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The two of them screamed.
They immediately ran like a couple of lunatics, scrambling down the remaining steps and headed towards the other end of the platform.
"Look, Sinthia... a door..." Henri shouted, pointing to a door at the end of the platform.
"Let's go..." She replied.
The two of them quickly made a devastating run towards the door. Upon reaching it, Henri quickly opens it and slammed it tightly behind him.
"Phew... that was close..." Henri sighed. "Sinthia... Sinthia? Where the fuck is that bitch?"
He looked around the room, but Sinthia was nowhere in sight.
(Bang... bang... bang...)
"Let me in... you sick bastard..." Sinthia cried.
"Meh, she's gone missing again... I wonder where she'd disappeared to?" Henri scratched at his head.
"Henri... let me in..." She continues to scream, as she bangs at the door.
"Oh my god! I think she's probably dead... (sob) I can still hear her silent wails... calling at my name..." He told himself. "Goodbye, Sinthia... I'll miss you too..."
"Damn you, Henri... Fine, have it your way... I'll go look for another exit myself... " She shouted angrily.
Moments later...
Henri was walking along the boarding platform of Queenz Street Line when suddenly a sickening hoarse voice blasted through station speakers.
"Testing... testing... one... two... three..." The voice said.
"What the hell?" Henri wondered.
"(Ahem) Henri you there?" The voice said again.
"Huh? Who's that?" He asked, looking around the eerie platform.
"Henri, its me... Sinthia..."
"Oh my god! Sinthia... I'm sorry for your death... b-but it wasn't my fault... really... i-it's the Teletubby... yeah, so please don't haunt me... please... PLEASE!" He cried.
"Look Henri... I've found the exit... meet me at the turnstiles now... and I mean NOW! So get your flabby butt moving... jackass!" She shouted.
"What-? Sinthia's found the exit? She's found the exit? That means... WOO-HOO... she's not fucking dead..." He screamed for joy. "YAYYYYYYYYYYYY..."
"Alright Henri... one last time, now get to the turnstiles!" She commanded. "Seriously Henri, you guys are always... oh no... its him... it really is him... that guy..."
"Huh? What guy?"
"Its him... its him alright... its..."
"Alright bitch... I get the whole picture about a guy there, stupid drama queen... helloooo... what about him? WHAT ABOUT HIM? DAMMIT!"
"Its him... he's coming... he's-"
The transmission was abruptly cut off.
"Great... now I've got to walk all the way back to the turnstiles..." He grumbled. "Sheesh... nice work, Sinthia..."
And so Henri started to walk forwards, heading towards a set of moving escalators when suddenly, a cute little puppy with fangs ambushed him.
(Barking sounds)
"GAH!" He shrieked. He then runs quickly to a nearby empty train carriage when he chanced upon more of these cute little puppies lurking around the place.
(More barkings)
"Shit!" He curses.
Henri immediately uses the pipe in his hand to hit at those poor animals, before squashing their heads and splattering their insides out with his foot.
After his murderous act, Henri looks around the compartment for something to wipe away the gore off of his shoes when he spots a golf club resting on a seat next to him. Henri quickly picks up the item and stuffs it into his pocket.
"Cool..." He said. "This pocket of mine is amazingly spectacular... I can put anything... and everything in it and it just never fills... tee-hee..."
He then quickly made his way to the escalators and ascended it.
During his way up the slow-moving and very, very long escalator, Henri's head suddenly felt heavy. The familiar nerve-wrecking pain once again flooded his mind. He quickly looks around the area for any signs of the freaky purple Teletubby.
"What the-?" He wondered.
At that very moment, the familiar scent of smelly sweat and sickening giggles suddenly fills the place and a purple blob immediately appeared from the wall next to him.
It was Tinky Winky.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Henri screamed.
(Horrible giggles)
Tinky Winky was struggling through the decayed wall with its hands stretching out for him. Henri was struggling to barely keep himself from fainting. Using every strength left of inside his body, Henri forces himself to bring up his trusty pipe and starts to hit at the gay creature.
"Oooh... that tickles... ha-ha... and..." Tinky Winky moaned. "Ouch... did you just poke my eyes with that fucking stick?"
"Yes... you fartface..." Henri replied, as he winced at the terrible headache.
"Why you-?" Tinky Winky shouted.
But before Tinky Winky could even finish its sentence, Henri uses the pipe and stabbed it into the purple creature's eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Tinky Winky screamed in pain, as the purple creature curls into a ball and it quickly submerged back into the wall.
Later...
Henri finally arrived back at the stupid turnstiles which he had started off earlier. He curses and swears, at Sinthia, for making him going round in circles.
"Huh? What the hell?" He said, as he stopped at the top of the stairs leading to the turnstiles when he sees a bunch of cosmetic accessories scattered all over the floor with the familiar stains of thick, slimy vomits on the floor.
"Sheesh... doesn't that bitch know that it is wrong to litter?" Henri said. He then bends over to pick up all the items that were littered on the floor. The purple lipstick. The purple mascara. The purple nail polish. The purple lip gloss. The purple blush. Henri could not help but wonder why these cosmetic items were so damn familiar. But no matter how hard he struggled, nothing seems to come to his mind.
"Oh whatever..." He told himself as he dumps everything into the dustbin. "Oh yeah... now where the fuck is that bitch, anyway? Dammit... I hate it when people make me wait..."
He begins to pace around the area when he accidentally slipped on the vomits and falls down.
"OUCH!" He cried.
Henri got back up on his feet and rubs at his aching butt, as he follows the trail of slimy vomits to a nearby door.
"Eh? The trail ends beyond this door here..." He thought. "Hmmm... could she be..."
Just as he was about to reach for the door in front of him, he somehow noticed a placard, with the picture of a very voluptuous lady in bikinis, stuck on the surface of the door. Henri quickly takes the placard off from the door to find the words "Boob-alicious" written on the other side of the card.
"What the hell?"
Henri simply disregards the placard and slid it into his shirt pocket before he enters through the door.
Henri regretted the very moment he had stepped into the room. The place looked like a station control ticketing office or something but the sight before him somehow painted another picture. Right before him was a station control ticketing office of some sort that was being distastefully covered with the sickening touch of vomits. The grim wall. The smelly floor. Even the ceiling was covered with loads of vomits and unwanted stuffs.
And in the far end of the room was Sinthia, sprawled on the floor in a super turn-off position, in her pool of vomits.
"What the hell happened?" He shouted. "S-sinthia? Sinthia? Are you still alive?"
"W-who's... there?" She moaned.
"Its me... Henri..."
"W-who?" She murmured.
Henri sweatdrop.
"I-I... I... I'm sorry... I-I... can't seem t-to see and hear y-you that w-well because of all t-this vomits in my f-fucking e-eyes and ears..." She stammered.
"Dammit... its me, H-E-N-R-I-E!" He shouted.
"Did you j-just said Henri? Damn t-that bastard... I asked h-him to come over here to t-the turnstiles b-but... NOOOOOOOOOOO... he h-has to take h-his own sweet time..." Sinthia grumbled. "I'm g-gonna kill you, Henri..."
"Um... who are we talking about here? Ha-ha..." He faked a laugh.
"H-henri... that b-bastard..."
"Oh, Henri! Right... Well, I'm ACTUALLY a friend of his... ha-ha (gulp)... um... m-my name is... um... Pete..." He said with a pang of guilt. "Anyway, I'll try to let him know how you felt about him when I see him... ha-ha..."
"T-thank you... Pete..." Sinthia said gratefully.
"Um... ha-ha... (looks around nervously) You are welcome... Sinthia..." Henri said.
"So, Pete... of everything here... e-everything here is... i-is just a d-dream... right?" She whispered.
"Oh great... after all these and you still think that its just some fucking dream? Looks more like a nightmare to me..." He thought silently in his brain. "Well... yeah, I guess so." He lied to her.
"ARGH... OUCH... OUCH... OUCHHHHH!" Sinthia cried.
"What? What is it, bitc... um... I-I... I mean, what is it, Sinthia?" He asked.
"I'm suffering from e-excrutiating pain in my r-ribcage... I-I... I guess I've got 20 over b-broken ribs, and m-my pelvis hurts... I've a-also dislocated my s-shoulders, punctured my lungs, muscle tears, s-some fractured leg b-bones... and I also think that o-one of my breast implants had burst..." She replied. "So tell me, Pete... am I d-dying?"
"No..." He snickered, rolling his eyes over. "So tell me more about the guy you were talking about..."
"What-?"
"The guy... you mentioned something about a guy coming..." He continued.
A look of confusion plastered on her vomit-stained face.
"The station broadcast? The one that you called out to me... um... I meant, to Henri... asking him to come over to the turnstiles... remember?" He asked.
"Oh... THAT guy... he... he..." Her voice trailed off as she collapsed dead in his arms with tons of vomits oozing out of her mouth.
"Um... Sinthia? Sinthia? Hello? You haven't answered my question... WHAT ABOUT THAT GUY?" He asked.
The numbers 16121 were written on her other breast.
(corny music playing in the background as the scene slowly fades to nothing)
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I CAN'T SEE... I CAN'T BLOODY SEE... I'M BLIND! BLLIIINNNNDDDDD!" Henri screamed at the top of his voice until he fainted from exhaustion.
Henri, once again jerked awake from his sleep with the usual warm and wet sensation in his pants. The strong putrid pungent of stale urine lingers heavily in the air.
"S-sinthia..." He murmured.
(Sounds of Ambulance sirens outside)
"What the hell?"
Henri got out of his bed and casually walks over to the window to see a bunch of police vehicles and an ambulance parked next to the subway station entrance with lotsa busybody bystanders. A stretcher, covered with a piece of white cloth was being pushed out from the station entrance. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind ushers in as it uncovers part of the white cloth, exposing the dead body underneath the stretcher.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The bystanders screamed hysterically. An elderly immediately fainted on the spot.
"Fucking hell... its Sinthia..." Henri gasped. "Dammit... its not just a dream afterall... Damn that bitch... for a while I was almost conned into believing her theory about some stupid dream..."
He quickly put on a change of pants before making his way out of his bedroom when suddenly, the radio burst into life.
"... hurry up and get that ambulance already... shut up and move her body, dammit... woo-hoo... lookie that... she got those damn numbers written on her breast... meh, I've really got to get those cool number tattoos one of these days..." Broadcaster number 1 said.
"Sweet..." Broadcaster number 2 said. "So where are you gonna tattoo the numbers?"
"Definitely on my dick!" Broadcaster number 1 replied.
"Hahahahahahahahaha..." The two broadcasters laughed maniacally.
(Static sounds)
"What the hell?" Henri thought, as he glared at the radio with his mouth wide open.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Teletubbies, Walt Disney, and Silent Hill.
A/N:
Kathey: I'm glad that you liked the first chapter... well, here you go, the second chapter is finally up...
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Sydon: You are just being humble... anyway, I've read your parody "Silent Hill 3 'Ze Parody'" and its great... anyway, appreciate your kind review...
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