Me: Yo!

Rendan: Dear Christ! You're still alive!

Zero: It's a miracle!

Me: Yeah, yeah, I know I haven't updated much. I got a job and now that's taking up a good portion of my time.

Zero: Delays delays delays.

Me: Indeed. Anyone want the disclaimer?

Rendan: I'll do it. Azard doesn't own Hey Arnold! or Silent Hill. They are the properties of Craig Bartlett and Konami respectively. All he owns are the OCs that will reappear later.

Zero: Reappear?

Rendan: These are the Blackadder Chronicles after all. We'll be seeing our favorite crazy people reappearing at some point.

Me: Thanks Rendan. Anyway, read and enjoy.

Chapter 2: Journey into Hell

"Silent Hill," Arnold repeated after looking at the sign.

"What kind of moron names their town Silent Hill?" Helga questioned.

"I think the name's ever so endearing. It sounds like a peaceful place," Lila added.

"Ah, peace shmeace, where's the action?" Helga asked. Arnold groaned and walked into the fog covered town, Lila and Helga followed close behind. The trio walked down the main street, keeping an eye out for the figure that led them there. There was no sign of it, however, something else suddenly became visible.

"B-b-blood!" Lila shrieked. Arnold and Helga immediately stopped and looked down only to see a large splatter of blood seemingly spread out in the middle of the street. The worst part about it, the blood appeared to be freshly spilled.

"Peaceful huh?" Helga taunted. "Yeah, because fresh blood splatter is exactly what I think about when I think of something peaceful."

"Shut it, Helga!" Arnold shouted. "Let's get out of here!"

"Finally you're talking sense, Football Head!" They turned on their heels and ran for the woods, only to run into the fog and somehow exit again at the start of Silent Hill's main street. "We're back?"

"We never turned around," Lila stated weakly. "We only ran forward."

"Just great!" Helga groaned. "Now there's no way out! Great job, Arnoldo! Now we can't leave because you just had to follow a shadowy figure! Now what?" Arnold took several deep breaths, seemingly trying to calm himself down at realizing that they were trapped.

"There has to be a way out of here," Arnold finally stated, less than confident about his assumption. "If we were able to get in, there has to be a way out... there has to be." Helga was speechless. It was the first time she'd ever seen Arnold so unsure of himself. Any other time there seemed to be some type of ludicrous or seemingly outlandish story Arnold told, regardless of the fact it was always true, he stuck to his story with absolute certainty. Seeing him like this was beyond a shock.

This wasn't just some story that sounded ludicrous and falsified. This was a horrifying experience. Obviously there was something wrong here, something deadly wrong and there seemed to be no escape. For all they knew, this place could end up being their graves and, from the look of the main road, that seemed more than likely.

'What could possibly have done this?' Lila thought as her eyes remained glued to the blood. It was disturbing to say the very least to see something like that in a peaceful looking place, at least at first it was. Lila found herself unable to move again, this time out of fear. In her mind, she could only fathom a guess that whatever had done that had to have been some type of monster. If she only knew how right she was.

"Okay, I've got it," Arnold finally said, slowly regaining his confidence. "We should at least explore the area. Chances are we'll find something that may help us get out of this place."

"And what about that?" Helga asked pointing to the blood. Arnold took a good look at it and sighed.

"Let's hope we never run into what made that."

"And if we do?"

"We run away... as fast as we can."

"Simple and easy to follow... I like it. Well, let's get moving. If whatever did that is still around I don't want to be out in the open."

"Right! Let's go." The two of them turned to walk away before Arnold noticed Lila hadn't moved. "Lila! Let's go!" Lila shook her head and snapped out of her trance once more. She turned to follow her classmates, though it seemed they had no idea where to go.

As they walked around they noticed something strange. There was no wind that blew through the town and the fog never seemed to lift. It was like this town remained as it was, a permanent lock in time and space. They turned off the main road and headed down one of the smaller streets, hopefully to find a place of temporary refuge. They found one in the only home that had its front door unlocked.

"Someone in this town is going around killing people and someone is stupid enough to leave their front door unlocked?" Helga questioned. This was crazy, ludicrous even. "Who the heck's that stupid?"

"Does it matter at this point?" Arnold asked. Helga stayed silent. He did have a point. Getting into the house could very well have saved their lives from a maniac. They looked around the house for anything that could help them either figure out where they should be going or what to do.

"Hey, Football Head! Take a look at this!" Helga called from a separate room. She walked into the living room holding a small hand radio. "I haven't seen one of these in ages. No one really uses them anymore."

"Does it work?" Arnold inquired. Helga shrugged and switched it on, getting no signal, no noise, no anything.

"Guess not."

"Hey, what's this?" Lila asked as she pulled out two papers that, for some reason, were hidden behind a television. Helga and Arnold walked over to her and took the papers. They were dated in month and day but not year. Arnold looked at the first paper.

March 15th

Our hardest efforts have finally come to fruition. God is slowly on Her way to us at last. However, our High Priestess, Dahlia, seems worried over something. Due to a former interference by one Travis Grady (though his interference didn't hinder our plans too much), Dahlia has decided not to take any more chances in regards to the safety and preservation of Her. Dahlia has demanded that we create a guardian of sorts to ensure the preservation and safety of God. A defender, guardian and protector to protect God and Her birth giver. Therefore, to that end, we are looking for any individual to take on such an important task. Hopefully, there will be no significant delays, as every second counts. If all goes accordingly we'll have our protector soon.

"A protector for God?" Arnold questioned.

"What is this crap?" Helga asked. "These people are crazy!"

"What exactly are they trying to gain?" Lila queried. Arnold said nothing and looked toward the second file.

April 20th

Our protector has finally been located. Thankfully, the boy is young so that he may be fully and quickly integrated into The Order without much issue, especially if he resists. We of the Sect of the Holy Woman give our thanks to God for this gift and shall not waste such an opportunity in acquiring Her guardian. With any luck he shall willingly submit to our will to ensure the greater good of all. All that we know is, no matter what he decides, we have a lot of work to do.

As the three looked away from the papers the radio started to emit sounds of static that only seemed to grow louder.

"Criminy! This thing's busted!" Helga shouted. Not a second later slamming sounds were erupting throughout the house. The sounds were originating from the back door. Someone was trying to break in! Finally, the door gave way and it entered. A creature neither Helga, Lila or Arnold had ever seen before. A grey, disgusting disfigured creature slightly smaller than they were with long arms. It held a knife in its right hand and looked around with its eyeless face before letting out a sickening screech and started stalking toward them.

"Run!" Arnold shouted as the three classmates ran out of the building as quickly as they could with the creature following closely behind them. "Do you think that thing was the one responsible for... you know?"

"If you wanna stay and find out, be my guest!" Helga shouted as they bolted into an alleyway and zigzagged through the paths, eventually losing the bloodthirsty monster. One thing they didn't fail to notice, as they got further away from the monster the static on the radio lowered in volume until it finally ceased. "What the heck was that thing?"

"I don't think I want to know," Lila said as she caught her breath. That had to have been the single scariest moment in her life. Hell, in all of their lives. "Now where are we supposed to go?"

"All I know is that this little radio is my new best friend," Helga stated as she affectionately rubbed the radio against her cheek. "What the heck did we just get ourselves involved in?"

"If I ever find out," Arnold began, "I'll tell you." They glanced around to see just where their path had taken them. In front of them was an old elementary school which, thankfully, had its doors unlocked. Thinking they could take refuge inside, the three headed inside and walked into the closest room, a classroom, to take a breather. Helga, feeling invasive, pulled open the drawers in the teachers desk and found a wooden slingshot with some marbles to use for ammo.

"Jackpot!" Helga shouted. Arnold, on the other hand, looked in the closet and found a metal baseball bat.

"This should help," Arnold mused. 'Hope it can last.' Lila was about to start searching when a siren sounded in the distance. What happened next would haunt the P.S. 118 students for the rest of their lives. What could only be described as a dream turned into a hellish nightmare.

The walls started to peel away, giving way to blood coated, gut encrusted walls. The desks were now covered in slash marks and had several inscriptions in blood written upon them. The chalkboard turned from a green color to a heartless black with a large, bloody, pus-filled hole in the center. Anything that could have been considered familiar was now a part of some type of nightmare world. The first thing Arnold noticed after the shock of what just happened faded was a set of two forms upon the teacher's bloody desk. He walked over and picked up the first one.

May 15th

As expected, the experiments were successful. We have accomplished what some of our members considered impossible. We've created a perfect guardian for God. It was difficult, but all worth it in the end. This will forever be the single greatest accomplishment our Order has made next to pushing the events forward to bring about Her return. Our creation is by far one of the strongest creatures to date. According to High Priestess Dahlia, no monster in the Fog World or the hellish Otherworld will be able to stand a chance against our guardian. With the guardian forever existing in the Otherworld, no enemy of ours will survive long enough to stop us or the birth of God! No words can ever truly express the pride we are currently feeling. Long live Her and long live The Order!

Arnold gave the form a long terrified stare, figuring out where they currently were was most likely the Otherworld. If this form was accurate, there was no telling just how much danger they were currently in. It didn't get any less terrifying as he glanced at the second form.

May 16th

We have made a terrible mistake. A grievous error on our part. The guardian has seemed to retain his free will and will no doubt cause us untold aggravation and pain. I can only wonder just how badly this failure will hurt us. Thankfully, the guardian has not yet woken up and we can always kill him and start over. Thanks be to God for our foresight to retrieve some of that 'purification liquid' the doctor had. For his safety and the good work he does for us we will not tell Dahlia of this. He is one of the few outsiders we can trust to any extent. As for the liquid, all we have to do is pour it unto the protector and he'll be dealt with. Our brother has recently departed and we are awaiting his arrival with the liquid. Until then we can't afford to be caught off g–

The rest of the form was covered in blood. Arnold's face turned a deathly pale as he stared at it, the blood filling him with more dread the longer his eyes lingered on it.

"Arnold?" Lila spoke up. "Is everything okay?"

"I don't think so, Lila," he answered truthfully. "I think we're in a lot of trouble." The three students prepared to face whatever was out there just as the radio began to act up again.

Me: And that's the chapter.

Rendan: Aw hell, more static. What's going to show up this time?

Me: You'll have to wait and see.

Zero: Um, what the fuck appeared before? That grey thing?

Me: That's a Grey Child, a monster first born from the way Alessa Gillespie envisioned her classmates that tormented her. They came about as a result of her bullying, so anyone who's been bullied may be likely to see them.

Rendan: She must've had a fucked up life.

Me: Sad thing is she really did. Well that'll do it for this time. Be good and be safe everyone! I'm outta here!