I also had to do some research on Pyramid Head because I haven't seen the movie in 5 years and I needed a refresher. So apologies!! If I capture his personality wrong in any way. Also, I'm very sorry that I couldn't refill your request faster, school is not very kind to my uploading schedule! I also get confused with"he" and "it" pronouns for him so sorry- Anyway, happy reading!
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⛔️⚠️WARNING: mentions of malnutrition and blood. If you are not comfortable with the matter, please leave the chapter or book. Thank you, and have an amazing day⛔️⚠️
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Your throat burned as you walked through the ghost town. You felt like you were going to faint the more you ran, but you had to. You felt the creatures getting closer as your heart rammed into your rib cage. This was it, there was no tomorrow for you. The fog blurring the small amount of vision you had. Hot tears streaming down your face. Your malnourished from shivering from the fear and the cold breeze. Everything was spinning until you tripped over a significant rock. You groaned feeling warm blood trickle down your temple; looking back you saw nothing but the thick fog covering everything. Not even the very disfigured creature chasing after you. You inhaled feeling the metallic taste build up in your chest. Why did it have to be this way? Why did you have to be the one in this hellhole of a place? You knew that complaining wasn't much of help, and laying on the ground made you more vulnerable. You couldn't help but think about how your disappearance made a difference back at home. That's where you wanted to be, home. You wanted to be under the cumbersome blankets and let your tiredness engulf you. But here you were, on cracked concrete crying your heart out. The one thing you felt even worse was you were alone. No one to talk to, no one to discuss the pain bundled up inside of you. Even if you did manage to escape, no one that wasn't out of their mind would believe you. You hated that feeling, of being doubted. If you told someone they would shake their head and send you off to a mental institution. You wanted to get up, but your body ached and so did your stomach. You couldn't even remember how food felt in or around your mouth. Everything you have eaten before was immediately thrown up or digested. If a creature didn't kill you, not eating will. The ashes collected into your hair that was badly tangled. Attempting to lift yourself up, seeing an old torn up building resembling a school. Windows were broken and some bricks were cracked. It looked like if the wind was too strong it could blow it in one go. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a locker or a classroom to camp out for some time. Maybe even sleep? You knocked yourself out of your fantasy, of course, you couldn't sleep. In Silent Hill, there was no sleep to take part in. Your eyes have to be peeled open and feet always moving. The brain always thinking and the heart always pumping. Standing once again, you stumbled before quickly catching balance over yourself. Moving towards the building, it seemed bigger than what you expected it to be. The same white ash covering each corner, rubbing your hands together, and taking a large inhale you moved towards the doors. They were metal and looked rusted, you gave it a little nudge but to your disliking, nothing moved. Sighing, you put more of your body weight and screech emerged from the doors revealing a long dark hallway. The scent was unbearable, rust, blood, and death penetrated your nose as you gasped for air. Your eyes pricking up with more tears. You had to go in, creatures were everywhere outside and you hoped to find some shelter even if it was for an hour or two. Taking a small step the scent increased as you groaned in displeasure. Your grip on your clothes began to get tighter as you began to walk through. The interior was full of rust and some sort of brownish or reddish substance. The tiles misplaced and paper scattered throughout. You couldn't help but think of what might've happened to this place. Not only the school but Silent Hill as a whole. What happened? Tiles were cracking beneath you and you looked behind you only to see the same hallway. At the corner of your eye, there was something. Something you wished wasn't there. It was a creature with a feminine looking body, for what seemed to have a nurses outfit on. It's posture bending and twisting every way and its heels clicking as it walked towards you. You ran as it's screech filled your ears. The building was rather large in appearance but you not knowing the navigation of the school made it worse. Your throat stung as tears began to roll themselves down your cheeks. Your legs felt like a thousand knives were poking them. No, poking was an understatement, more like forcefully jabbing themselves. The more time you spent running the more you could hear what seems to be...a hoard of screeching?! There was not only one nurse behind you but what seemed to be a flock of at minimum sixteen. Your eyes trailed to lockers, there bent and contorted. Some of them didn't have doors or some didn't even resemble a locker. Maybe just maybe, you could possibly hide in one. Even if it just for a while, just so these nurses would get off your back. Looking behind you after taking a corner, you were out of their vision. Carrying yourself to a locker, you quickly shoved yourself in it. You could smell the rust and mold that held itself within the four walls of the locker. Dents and old books met you and thick cobwebs covered you whole. Your blurred sight of vision from tears and your poor little scratched up form. You laid your head in a huge dent in the locker. Each limb was getting squished and caught in foreign objects. The blood getting released from your bottom lips was dripping down your chin onto the rest of your body.
Silence.
No more screeching, no more heels clacking in the halls, no more anything. All you could hear was your heavy and hoarse breathing. You weren't stupid, you knew if you stepped foot outside the comfort of your locker you would be snapped in half by some other creature. The metallic taste of your own blood was something you always despised. The back of your hand met your mouth as you tried to clear up the overbearing taste. Nothing surrounded you but the cumbersome darkness inside of the locker. Suddenly, a large object that sounded like it was being dragged against the floor. A heavy presence accompanied the sound as you began to panic once more. It doesn't help that you could feel the presence getting stronger and stronger. Slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent any sharp gasps or pitiful crying coming out of it. You felt the whole ground shake as you tried to hold yourself up. The scent of blood was strong and whatever was out there made it stronger. The grip on your mouth got tighter as you see a see locker door getting thrown across the room. You put your head a tad bit closer to the three slits on the locker. There it was, a large creature that seemed to be about eight-foot was ripping each locker out. It's a large weapon behind it as it stood proudly behind him. Was it even a him? It's hostile form ripping and tossing a rapid pattern that was terrifying. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The one thing you noticed was its large pyramid-shaped helmet. Rust and blood collecting itself on the creature's helmet.
Three lockers away.
Oh god, this was happening.
Two lockers away.
This was it, the end. The end that every person meets. The end some people dread and fear.
One locker away.
You hoped one person in the outside world would remember you, even it was for a split second.
It met at your locker. Taking a large glare at your locker before tearing it. You shut your eyes as you could hear the metal screeching before hitting the floor.
You were vulnerable.
Nothing to defend yourself, nothing to do anything. He just stood there, like he was deciding what he should do to you. His large body blocking any exits. You took your last breaths, this was your last moments alive. If anyone thought of your last moments, this is what happened. No, you didn't pass away under the covers of your bed peacefully. No, you didn't pass away in a hospital watching your favorite channel on. You were about to get impaled by a large object. Get your neck snapped, or even your whole body. You tried to think of your first memory because this was your last. The happiest moments are what hurt you the most. Knowing that you'll never have one again. Its fingers wrapped themselves around your shaking form before ripping you out of the locker. Your face met with the cold floor as it turned around to meet you. It's hands wrapped around your waist like it with nothing, turning you around and taking a good glare at you. The cringed as you felt his fingers dig into your flesh. You wanted to yelp out in pain but your sore throat stopped you. It slammed you back on the ground as you made another squeak, you tried getting up to run but his force was just too strong. One hand had his fingers coiled around your hair dragging you. The other holding The Great Knife with great pride. Black dots filled your vision, oh god, you couldn't faint yet. Not here, in a creature's possession. Tears trickled down your face as you closed your eyes.
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You woke up shaking and looked around. Four walls were bordering themselves to make a room. The ceiling with the same reddish color applied to them. Your stomach raged inside of you for food as groaned. It was so painful you held your stomach in pain. Dehydration was one of your enemies. Tears wouldn't even come out, nothing did, nothing will. Pyramid Head walked to you and turned its head. Out of all the creatures you've seen nothing had looked like him. Never that big or menacing. Your eyes looked at a non-labeled tin can it was holding. The powerful grasp it had on the can. It placed the can next to you as looking at you. His large metal head looking down at you like a small cockroach on the ground. Your arms reached for the can as his figure seemed pleased with you touching the can. You looked at it, the folding of its arms that met his chest. Holding the can, you gently peaked what was inside. You scanned for its knife and not surprisingly you saw it back on its side. You wondered what he wanted you to do, his hand reached down at the can forcefully shoving it down on your face. He knocked you down as the brown slop was getting poured down your mouth. Trying to get air but just getting met with more slop down your throat. Tears collecting themselves at the corners of your eyes as you felt the breath escaping you. Finally, he ripped the can out of your face before tossing it in a foreign part of the room. Your chest went up and down trying your best to getting your breath once again. The slop was oddly moist and unpleasant. Pyramid Head made a pleased grunt as it stomped its way to make other living things meet their end. You turned uncomfortably as you tried to keep it down. The only protein you were getting was that. You remember how you got here. Driving to see friends and hang out for a bit. The excitement you felt as you talked about how close you were getting to them. The cheers from the other side of the phone as they heard about your soon arrival. It's been a few days and your arrival never happened. Even though you felt an inch better, the pain still surged through your body. You stood up, the whole world spinning around you. Your mouth watered as you bent down, the pain in your stomach is horrid. It felt like acid was trickling down your throat, as you prayed for your stomach to stop the feeling. Pulling your head up, you stumbled to the exit and each step felt like sharp knives. You proceeded to stumble across the dank hallways. Looking across from you, the same blue locker doors that have been ripped off were still in their place. You mentally cursed yourself for letting yourself go into this area. You even cursed yourself about stepping foot in Silent Hill. Though, going to Silent Hill was never your intention. You would've never wanted someone to be here, no matter how bad they were.
Was this a punishment?
Was there something you did that made you truly earn this punishment? Did you ever murder someone, or did someone wish this upon you? Your neck snapped from side to side looking for any hostile creatures taking an interest in ending your life. There it was, the big metal doors that first greeted you when you came. Rust collected on them like every other item. Your body felt so fragile as you could bearly open the door. The door opened with a large screech as you panicked thinking that some creature heard it. Stepping outside, the same cold breeze met you, and the white powder substance covered you once again. You took a few steps outside as you looked at the two huge metal doors once again before taking off. You were back where you started, back outside, back in the void of Silent Hill. You couldn't help but think of that...
Creature.
Your thoughts went straight to what he would do to you if you didn't do what he wanted. His sinewy build and what strength could be build up in there. His enormous knife could've impaled you and the overly unyielding grip on your scalp. His large metal triangular helmet and how it looked at you. Stumbling here and there, what you didn't know that the creature. The creature that you were dreading to see. The creature that installed a large amount of fear in you. Was indeed, right behind you.
The creature.
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I originally wanted this to be so much longer and better. I have Micheal's birthday to do and publish tomorrow.