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getoutofmytown · 2 years

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Chapter 18: Working As Intended

The men followed a trail of slowly closing doors. They charged across the hall overseeing the foyer and through to the east wing. Harry seized the vertical bar handle as the door to the guest rooms almost shut and flung it open. James ducked past him to be the first at the bend, and the author staggered after him. They studied the blackened hall, Harry catching his breath and the resident unmoved by the dash.

The combined power of the flashlights weren’t enough. In Silent Hill the dark worked differently, but in this particular instance it felt denser, and controlled. It devoured the cones meant to improve the field of vision and compacted them into tight circles. They crept guardedly down the stretch. Step by step the morphed spotlights cast menacing shadows across the back of a girl facing the solitary window.

One of the beams shuddered over her. The little girl wore her thick blonde hair in a high ponytail gathered by a hot pink scrunchie. The tail hung to her shoulders, brushing the snug blue plaid dress pulled over a pale pink knit sweater. She stood unevenly on a pair of feet that were missing a mate to a pink Mary Jane shoe, ending the mystery of her odd stride, and so exposed the dirty sole of the white socks that reached her calves.

James heard Harry’s breath hitch and hollow. The sight of the girl affected them both. James maintained his composure, and subconsciously, noticed his ward’s restraint had gotten better. Good. He depended on Harry’s will to keep it together.

Neither wanted to get too close. They stopped a collective four rooms away; close enough to engage, and edging the best distance for an escape. As though sensing the tension over her shoulder the girl rotated, revealing features that both men did, and didn’t, recognize. She smiled. “You’re really bad at hide and seek,” she cheerfully reprimanded as she swiveled side to side. “ I thought I was gonna have to make it easier. Next time you get stuck like that just call ‘olly-olly-oxen-free,’ okay? It gets really boring if you can’t use your brains.”

She proved to be a sassy little punk and her voice came sweeter than candy. For each man she gave a unique, cruel gift: the individual experience of hearing her words and tone in the perfect imitation of the little girls they once knew. It kept them shocked and silent. The child stopped her fidgeting, and her smile quickly vanished, then brightly returned. “Thank you for bringing me here,” she chirped, striking jolts of fear into her pursuer’s hearts. “I’m having a really great time with you.” Her voice welded the two distinct renditions of two different girls. Her ensuing call shifted the corridor into a reverberation chamber, converting tangled noise into a thunderous growl.

From James’s damp hair ushered the first beads of water, and knotted anguish forced a full-body, lasting shiver in Harry.

They heard their names. They heard them simultaneously clear as day and as an impure mash. The radio in James’s pocket earnestly gasped to life, and its too-belated warning did nothing to move them. Narrowed beams from their flashlights wildly strobed across the scourged child and witnessed a faithless transfiguration.

From head to toe her appearance rapidly cycled through no one and everyone. The father and murderer confronted their merged lifetimes of women whose lives had somehow impacted their own, and were projected as the little girls they formerly were. It didn’t matter if their childhood had been foreign to them or not. She was all of them instantaneously, and in her dizzying carousel of strangers and familiars, James and Harry independently recognized every single one they knew.

commissioned work by @heather-garland

#harry mason #james sunderland #laura silent hill 2 #silent hill #silent hill 2 #c: harry #c: james #c: laura #you snotty little brat #sv: monsters #osh: monsters #this is a commissioned piece #others' art #the lakeview hotel #isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen???????????????#i'm blown away. i'm just. guys i'm knocked dead speechless honestly. you have no idea how cool this process has been #MAD skill and talent by tumblr user heather-garland THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND BLESSINGS

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piosplayhouse · 3 months

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Monster obsessed elf mage Shen Qingqiu has managed to find himself an ogre (??????) househusband who just so happens to know everything about cooking monsters in the dungeons ☺️ (scum villain dungeon meshi au!)

#for reference binghe is not an ogre actually (or maybe hes half if you want him to be ) but some kind of dungeon monster #i was kind of thinking manticore while drawing him but then i rembered manticores dont look like that #maybe dragon perhaps. whatever the public decides sxy was up for bangin #svsss #scumbag self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #sqq #bingqiu #luo binghe #lbh #my art #sv dungeon meshi au

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corsolanite · 1 year

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chumpodile · 4 months

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scream tails

#pokemon #paradox pokemon #monster design #pokemon sv

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ikeychain · 26 days

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Found out Abby has a new loved gift! A very special occasion indeed. :)

#stardew valley #abigail #books #1.6 #monster compendium #sdv #sv #myart #spoilers

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felidaeng · 7 months

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paradox kyurem - torn figment, the false deity

weaker and more animalistic in behavior than the legendary pokemon it shares striking similarities with, torn figment’s relation to the original dragon of unova has been hotly debated since its discovery. however, most experts agree that it’s likely a different creature entirely.

#pokemon #kyurem #zekrom #reshiram #pokemon sv #torn figment #meepmorps #fakemon #cobalion stole its original descriptor (crown/crowned) so i had to change it lol #paldea #guy who is the exact antithesis to what went into my og dragon design (messy and unbalanced frankensteins monster)#though it retains some tiny echoes of taijirum to allude to small vague scraps of it remaining in unova's memory

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ladymahou · 13 days

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ripplerain · 1 month

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ham sandwich

#my violet trainer during the first encounter tutorial #she’s monster hunter coded #trainer aoi #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon

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thestalkerbunny · 1 year

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Imagine coming over 2.3 Million years into the future only to find out those funny monkey mammal creatures you used to chase around for giggles selectively bred a dog to be 100% FIREPROOF.

#TSB Draws #Pokemon SV #Pokemon Scarlet #Roaring Moon #Salamance #Dauchsbun #Fairy #Dragon #Dark #Fire #Dauchsbun's special ability is so op and beautiful #An ancient monster vs a little weiner dog made of loaf bread #who would win-the answer surprises.

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gatorgrumbles · 4 months

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My first pal is still my favorite 6 years later

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inbarfink · 1 month

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getoutofmytown · 2 years

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Chapter 44: Thanks, I Guess

She led them to all the way back to the front of the mall, and specifically, to the playground.

The wide, circular pen was set lower than the ground floor by two short, carpeted steps. Four tall and fat simplistic animals spaced themselves in a circle of their own, carved from wood and coated in a protective varnish perfect for withstanding rough treatment. Two metal benches flanked the playground for watchful guardians to make sure their children weren’t getting into trouble or breaking any limbs. The men trudged to the bench planted in front of the arcade.

Its placement directly faced the mall exit, but it was obscured by a large, towering elephant.

The girl clamored up the elephant and sat upon its flat, smooth back. She situated herself before the aforementioned bench, but twisted to look around at the other beasts - a panther, rhino, and giraffe - then glanced at the doors far behind her. Finally, her eyes fell upon the two beaten-down men.

Harry looked down at the metal seat. Each side was occupied by trash. The end where he stood were two neglected ice cream cups stuffed with bunched paper napkins. Nameless and hot pink, the bowls were identical in appearance, though one was clearly meant for an adult, and the second suitable for a child. The distance between the companions suggested that two people had once sat there side-by-side to enjoy their treat. When they’d finished, they’d apparently been thoughtless enough to leave their evidence behind for someone else to clean up.

Harry couldn’t recall if he and Cheryl had ever been in too much of a hurry to forget to throw their trash away.

On the other side lay a pair of white, condiment-stained hot dog boats, their used napkins also telling of a couple who’d forgotten their manners.

James hatefully ignored it.

Harry felt thirty years older as he sat down between the disposable bowls. Folding his hands over the upright pipe betwixt his legs made him look the part, too. The tired, so tired father stared at the swirls and dark knots in the elephant’s side. James lingered at the opposing end, diligently looking away from the remains of a lunch past.

Soon, he lowered himself to the seat, holding his shotgun across his lap. His eyes then lifted to the girl thudding her heels. They scrutinized one another, engaging in a mistrustful, silent conversation until the girl of many faces spoke.

“You guys shouldn’t be here.”

commissioned work by @heather-garland