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Alex/Henry Elevator sex

PISSED OFF that my Scarlet Comic is too large to upload anywhere.

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i dARe YoU tO Try KiLL me NOw SHepHErD!

((This was supposed to be stupid... it still is >< Hope it answered the questions! ... Scarlet is deprived of female attention... hence why she has THAT thing as a mother. I always imagined Scarlet as a lonely girl.))

BETTER FULL VIEW: http://pikana-chuster.deviantart.com/art/Scarlet-Fitch-s-Mother-298664562

Silent League: The world's greatest heroes!

Umm... I was watching Justice League last night so I decided to make this awesome thing. Happy with it now ^^.

*Alex is Hawkgirl because I said so*

for Scarlet owo

Why I ship Murphy/Heather

A short, crappy essay by Pikana Chuster AKA Scarlet Fitch mod.

Done by request

As a rabid fangirl, I’m inclined to ship. Some of you may know that I have a habit of shipping everyone with everyone else with no exceptions: most prevalent in the Super Smash Brothers, Pokemon and -more recently- the Silent Hill archives. However, despite my support of all pairings whether crack, canon, het, yaoi or yuri, I do show favoritism to certain shippings. One particular pairing I’ve invented is Murphy Pendleton / Cheryl “Heather” Mason from Silent Hill Downpour and Silent Hill 3 respectively. (For simplicity’s sake, I will refer to Cheryl as Heather for the rest of the article so we don’t get confused with Shattered memories Cheryl or Silent hill 1 Cheryl.) The pairings has received generally positive feedback on both tumblr and deviantart due to its creativity but is still more obscure then some of the more popular non-canon ships such as Murphy/Henry or Heather/Alex. Through hotness factor, adaptability and personality traits, I’m here to reason why I ship this as my Silent Hill crossover OTP (one true pairing) and hopefully bring a bit more popularity to it. Visually, a couple must be attractive for people to draw or video a pairing. It must be able to capture people and make them react either ‘OMGWTFBBQ?!’ or ‘Hey, this is cute/sexy/nice! The Murphy/Heather pairing can make you do both. This pairing can look insane simply because of the age difference. Regardless of if you’re tolerant of age-difference pairings (as well as taboo/pedophillia) or not, you can’t deny that there’s a big gap between the two. While Murphy hasn’t been officially aged, he has been placed to be between late twenties to late thirties. I’ve always assumed he was approximately ten years older then Henry Townshend, making him roughly thirty-eight. Heather is seventeen (physically) which could offset some people initially. Alternatively Heather can also be regarded as twenty-four (adding Cheryl’s seven years), thirty-one (adding Alessa’s fourteen years to Heather) or thirty-eight (adding both Alessa and Cheryl). Although visually this doesn’t change anything, it may be easier on the brain to think that Heather is potentially the same age as Murphy. You know... lessens the squick. Proportionately, if we use the heights given to us in a certain Silent Hill Downpour ending, Heather would be roughly a forehead shorter then Murphy. Some people like me enjoy couples without a massive height difference because it implies there is a power balance in the relationship (although that isn’t always the case.) Along with Alex, these two characters have my favourite designs. Heather is beautiful as she doesn’t scream sexuality like most female protagonists but is a clash of both masculine and feminine traits. In fact, she’s one of the most realistic video game designs I’ve seen, being a teenage girl with reasonable proportions and facial “imperfections” such as freckles. Murphy, too, isn’t a flawless model. Unlike previous characters in the series, he has a scar on his face and darker shadows and lines making him look older and more gritty- suitable for a person in his position. Since Heather is both visually and mentally mature, albeit a little hot-headed, she doesn’t look completely out of place when she stands near Murphy. Overall, I find that Murphy’s rugged/prisoner look goes well with Heather’s physical design. I just really like looking at this pairing- hence my fanart/photo manipulations. As fun as they are, in this essay, I will not go into AUs (Alternate universes) simply so I don’t waste too much time. That means I will show how well this couple can work in-canon Pre and post-game. In-universe crossovers can be tricker then complete crack or crossover pairings because you have to take into account timelines. Thankfully, Murphy hasn’t been given a distinct timeline which makes him very easy to slot in with Heather’s set universe. Adaptability of a duo means there’s more room for creativity and visualizing. A good part of any shipping is the diversity and trying new things with them: placing them in situations ranging from horrible to sweet to insanely awkward. For example, Heather was a criminal delinquent Pre-Silent Hill 3. Sometimes, in jubi, you are taken to real prisons in an attempt to scare you out of crime. Since in-game, we are never told why Heather turned away from crime, maybe she could have met Murphy in prison. For a post-game example, I can see Murphy moving to the same town as Heather (there are only three cities near Silent Hill: Brahms, Portland and Ashfield) and them getting to know each other someway or another. Like most Silent Hill protagonists, large portions of their backstories and post-stories haven’t been touched on. The flexibility of this couple makes it easily available to use and makes it fun to play with. Interesting enough, there is a possibility that Heather and Murphy have met in-game. For those who have gotten the ‘Surprise Ending’, you will have noticed that Heather is in the back cheering with the others. Although this meant to be a shout out to the upcoming HD collection, one could take it that Murphy has met Heather (and James, Mary, Laura and Pyramid Head) before due to him only being surprised at the fact that there was a party. However, as a joke ending, I don’t expect anyone to take this seriously. It’d be a good prompt though. Now, the most important bit, character personalities. There is no such thing as a compatible relationship as individuals react to others in different ways. For any relationship to work, people have to have some ground to bond over. A.K.A some similar traits. Both characters have very sad backstories (which always a plus for any shipper since angst is a very good way for characters to bond.) where each of them had ‘normal lives’ pre-Silent Hill before it was taken away from them. Heather is described as a “normal, carefree girl who loves to shop” and Murphy was a “happy family man” before the death of a loved one causing ruin of their respective families. In either my romantic or platonic head-canons, I always see the two flittering in between a father-daughter bond or a hurt/comfort romantic bond. Neither of them are ‘picture perfect’ characters too. Heather is an ex-smoker and delinquent while Murphy... he was in jail. That’s a record for any Silent Hill protagonist. However, what really made me first think of this couple was, of course, Silent Hill. Both of these two characters’ reasons for being in Silent Hill revolved around revenge. Both Murphy and Heather are good-natured in general but circumstances force them to become similar, hardened servants of vengeance. The difference is Heather was still seeking it out during her adventure and Murphy was paying the price for it during his. I have more head-canons that will come soon that plays on it. While both have the potential to make it on their own (I can still hear some of you tell me that Heather doesn’t need a man. I know, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want one), both of them hate to be in solitude as shown by Murphy’s resentment in jail and, while wishing to be on her own during the game, Heather’s dependency on her father. Of course, all couples need some dynamics. With Heather, we can either play with her sarcastic and humorous side, her feminine side or her nonchalant, low-tolerant BAMF status the fandom and I love to give her. On Murphy we could either show his hardened-criminal shell or good-natured and soft-spoken side as seen in game. Mix and match them how you like folks. You could portray the two in a father-daughter, sweet, tsundere or antagonistic relationship and still keep them in character. They fit that well together.

Individually and together, I think that these characters are great potentially, visually and mentally. I always wanted to spread my love of these two so... well... here's my chance. If I think of more things, I will add them. If you have questions or accusations, bring them up so I can address anything I’ve missed. Hopefully you all haven’t fallen asleep due to my over-analysis and can try ship this couple with me (or at least understand why I ship what I ship).

Thank you for reading and I bid you adieu!

I keep seeing people leaving the fandom

Shit guys it’s happening :’C

Reblog if you’re not leaving the fandom anytime soon.

Best Friend: Heather

First Kiss: Alex

Lover: Travis

CockBlock : Harry

Aids you: Harry ?

Kills you: James (of course)

Extrenuaeous Circumstances: You're the Bogeyman (Can I be the homecoming one?)

Gratutious bosses: Infinity... ((FFFUUUUUU)

Why are you here: SRSLY no reason (a la Henry)

... I can live with this... :D

NEEDED TO BE DONE. the tf2 one i did made me sadface.jpg so… HERE. have dis though let’s be real. no one but Joomsz is gonna kill you……. yes. eheheh bff: harry…….k. first kiss: heather K. lover: MURP YES I WIN THE GAME cockblockin’: harry THIS IS NOT SURPRISING aids you: Travis, all right bro. come at me kills you: alex WRY ;___; extraneous circumstances: weapons break DAMMIT FUCK ASDKJFSAHKFJSA HF gratuitous bosses: two WIN. but for me, they’d probably be some mangled version of PH with downs syndrome or something. why i’m here: I THOUGHT THIS WAS RESIDENT EVIL OH MAN I MESSED UP anyways ENJOY fuck dumblr for not allowing read more tags under images……SIGH PS sorry shit is so fast WHOOPS. didn’t save any of the psds sooo……..nope.

so i need more silent hill on my dash! if you're a silent hill blog or even just post a lot of silent hill, reblog this please :3

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Presents

750 word challenge. Basically the objective was to write a romantic ficlet in that many words. Since I have fluff cravings I did it more then once ><

Pairing warning: Joey Bartlett/Nora Holloway ; Joshua Shepherd/Scarlet Fitch ; Charlie Pendleton/Laura

Alternate Universe where all of them actually had the chance to grow up. All are teenagers. Warning: Cuteness, fluff, children from the game are portrayed as teenagers.


“What if we lived in a world where we didn’t die? I think we would have been happy. We would have been good together.” -Anna Star 2012

“Do you need something Joey? I’m reading.” The tall brunette cursed. He had been trying to sneak up on the bob-haired blonde but, somehow, she had caught him out again. Sighing, he crept out of the bushes, towards where the girl was reading on a lone log. “Yes... hello to you too Nora.” He said, brushing the leaves off his bag. “I’m just here to chill.” This was their favourite hangout place. It was the spot in the forest where the two of them (plus Josh and Scarlet) would hang out for hours and do whatever they wanted. “And do the homework you haven’t done?” That as well. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. Joey wondered if Nora had psychic abilities. She seemed to know his every move.
 “Hehe... yeah... I was in the garden yesterday and I got distracted.” The brunette looked at her expectantly. “Could you help me? “Joey, you’re not going to learn anything if you don't do the work yourself.” She replied boredly, turning a page of her book. “Be quiet. This is a good part.” “Please Nora... you’re the only one who can tolerate Miss Mason’s work.” “Its not hard. Just stop procrastinating and put your head down” He grumbled, placing his bag down and walking over to the girl. With his giant shadow obscuring her sunlight, Nora finally looked up at the gigantic boy. “You’ve gotten taller again Joey? You’re gonna hit your head on the clouds at this rate.” He snickered. “Jealous? You’re short as ever.” As if to prove it, he suddenly plucked the worn-out book from her slim hands. “Hey! Give it back!” Joey examined the dirtied pages as Nora tried to reach for it. He didn’t like books (he wasn’t a good student and he hated the concept of chopping down trees to make them.) However, this was the only book he’d ever taken an interest in: Nora had shown him this a thousand times when they were kids. “Hey Nora... you’re reading Alice in Wonderland again?” Every page had a bend or a mark on it- signs not of neglect but overuse.” Nora nodded; as if she was expecting him to ask. “I can’t help it. It’s my favourite book and it gets more exciting every time. Is there a problem?” “Your gonna turn into a Mad Hatter at this rate.” She stared at him. “Then you’re going to turn us all into Wonderland characters and make us hold stupid tea parties.” Okay, even Joey had to admit that was a bit uncalled for. However, he didn’t expect a dark look to cross Nora’s face. “You’re a jerk.” “... Sorry.” That hurt him a lot. Apologetically, Joey Bartlett gave the youngest Holloway her crumbling book back. “I’m seriously sorry.”
 “Thank you. I forgive you.” She said stiffly as she sat back onto the log. “You should stop procrastinating. Get started.” “Fine...” Joey still felt bad. He pulled out his workbook, sat against Nora’s perch and began to work. They were there for a good twenty minutes, the only sounds passing between the two were pencil scribbles and page flicks. After deciding he was relatively useless in English, he looked up. Absent-mindedly, he noticed Nora’s bag was open and her textbooks in a used disarray. Nora loved books but was terribly untidy with them. He remembered the other reason why he came here. “Hey Nora?” “I’m not helping.” “No, it’s not that... I wanted to give you something.” He flicked through his brown satchel. Nora finally looked up and over to him as he pulled something out: a bouquet of lavender. “You mentioned you liked these. So, I started growing them.” “Huh?” Joey shoved the flowers into her arms. He then reached and took something out of his pocket. “Stop folding the corners of your books. Its harder copy your notes from them and it's annoying. This is easier” Confused, Nora took the laminated paper. It was a bookmark. There was a blue, pressed flower underneath its plastic as well as a crudely drawn caterpillar. “You made this?” She asked. “And grew the flower.” He shrugged. “I just thought... you know...” Nora said nothing for a moment. “You’re not so bad Joey.” She smiled at him as she put the flowers by her side. “So... will you help me now?” “No.” Joey smirked and continued his work.

Half a moment later, he felt Nora looking over his shoulder. “You’ve spelt these words wrong. Here... like this.”

“What do you think Scarlet?” She was only at his house to help him with some project he was working on. However, her mind still couldn’t process past the fact that she was now in his room, sitting on the lower bunk bed. Josh finished spreading out his photos. “They’re all great Josh. You’re doing really well as a photographer.” He smiled. “How come you want me to pick a few?” “Well... I have a bunch of photos I want to give to Mr. Townshend... but I’m having trouble picking which ones would be the best.” 
“For that competition? The one featured in the local paper?” “Yeah, that’s it. I can only submit three and I need to get them to him by Saturday. Could you help me pick the best ones? Your taste is better then mine.” Scarlet blushed. He was always complimenting her like the good friend he was; but that all it seemed... friendship.
 “Sure. I’ll be glad to help.” Josh grinned at her but she could barely look at him. No matter how many times she wanted to confess, she couldn’t find the courage. That didn’t mean she couldn’t talk to Josh though... she just... couldn’t say what she would have liked. She had accepted that a long time ago. Now she just had to focus on the task at hand. “This one seems good.” “That’s not bad...” “No. That looks horrible.” “Don’t choose that one! We could blackmail Joey!” The two laughed. At some point, Josh had taken out some of his older photos and the two squealed or chuckled at pictures. There were some photos of his parents; some of Alex and Elle; some of strangers and friends and even a few with her dad. The mood of the photos were a mix as well- silly ones, sad ones, odd ones... and all of them were beautiful.  The photos were mesmerizing and often distracted Scarlet. More then once her hand accidentally brushed against Josh’s; but before he could say anything, the girl would try to avoid a confrontation. Fortunately Josh let it slide and, despite the tension, they enjoyed the day. It was getting late when they had finally chosen: a picture of Toluca Lake; a rainbow in the sky; and a picture of Josh and Alex. Personally, Scarlet thought the last picture was the best. 
 “You’ve done really well with these. I hope you win.” Scarlet smiled. The boy looked happy with the choices. Scarlet was just happy when Josh smiled. “Thanks Scarlet! You’re so amazing.” Suddenly he gave her a hug. The reserved girl’s eyes widened and she became as red as her clothes. Thankfully her long, thick hair hid her face when they parted. “These are perfect. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
 “Ah! It’s no big deal. You would've figured something out.” He gave another joyful grin. “S- so... what are you going to do with the rest of these?” Scarlet asked. Josh pulled out a book. “I’m learning how to scrapbook. Alex helps me to put the photos in. Usually he’d be helping me now but I think I told him to leave us alone today.” He flipped open the colourful pages. “This looks amazing Josh!” Scarlet complimented as she looked down at the detailed book. “There must be something of everyone in here.” “Well... There’s not many of you...” Scarlet looked up. Did he sound disappointed? “I only have one solid shot of you. You haven’t let me take a picture of you since we were kids.” Scarlet remembered that. It wasn’t a fond memory because she had kicked him out soon after; for calling her dolls stupid. Now she would do anything to get Josh into her room... in the non-sexual way of course. “I’m not photogenic...” she mumbled, brushing that last thought away. “I know. It’s a pity. You’re beautiful.” Her head immediately snapped up and she stared at him incuriously. A few seconds later, Josh realised what he had said. He turned red as well. There was silence between them. “Josh?” “Scarlet?” He slid closer towards her. “Josh...” she tried to shyly look. down but Josh tilted her head up.

They leaned in closer. “You look nice.” He whispered. Scarlet closed her eyes. She could barely believe his soft lips pressed against hers. Then the door suddenly opened. 
“Hey Josh. I’m here to... Oh... Hi Scarlet.” Scarlet felt herself die from embarrassment as Alex stared at them. “Alex. Get out.”

“Charlie! I-idiot! You shouldn’t waste your money on unimportant things. Moron!” She wasn’t sure how she had gotten from trying to push Charlie in the lake to blushing insanely. The girl continued stammering and trying to shout insults, all while carefully holding a box in her hand. Standing across from her, the black-haired boy just smiled, watching the young girl’s face grow various shades of red. He gave a light chuckle, feeling more bold then ever. “Open it.” He said confidently but also softly, “I know you’ll like it.” The girl, instead, rebelliously looked away from it, instead staring at the hazel eyes of her mild-mannered boyfriend. He tilted his head in response. “You said you were broke. Where did you get this? You better not have stolen it!” He didn’t mind getting yelled at. He laughed. If it was possible, the other teenager grew even more red. “Have I ever stolen anything? Since when I ever done anything bad?” Charlie asked innocently, tilting his head again and grinning. The girl scowled as she hid her crimson face away from the young man, desperately trying to think of something that wasn’t as cheesy as ‘you stole my heart.’ “What about the time you stole that police car?” She finally asked weakly. Charlie laughed gently. “I didn’t. It was the Bogeyman.” The blonde gave him an aspirated look. “Yeah... but seriously, I didn’t steal it. It was Aunty Anne’s. Dad and I borrowed it and we upgraded her radio.” Her blue eyes bore into him. “...There was nothing illegal about that joyride. Come on, you know would have loved it if you were there.” “That’s not the point.” She crossed her arms, still holding onto the box. Her attempt to try be responsible was adorable. “It was still bad.”
 “I like bad things.” He moved over towards her, but the girl turned around, trying to act defiant. “I like you. I like you a lot Miss Sunderland.” “Mr. Pendleton ...You’re a dork. You’re the biggest dork I’ve ever met.” Charlie Pendleton smiled, taking his hands out of his jacket’s pockets and hugging the girl from behind.  “E-eh? Moron! Let go of me right now!” Charlie bowed his head, placing his forehead against the back of the skinny woman’s neck. The girl’s ponytail gently brushed against his face as he felt her struggling slow down. “Charlie...” “I’m sorry. I just want to cuddle my girlfriend.” The girl flushed again. Under the names and her attitude, Charlie knew she liked him. Maybe not as openly as he did, but enough for him to keep pursuing her. “You’re still a dork.” She muttered as his bear-hug tightened over her stomach. Her own hold on the wrapped box tightened. “Will you open it?” 
 “I’ll open it when I’m ready.” She mumbled, fingers fumbling against the neat bow. “... Moron. This isn’t another kite again, is it?” Charlie chuckled against her back, causing pleasant vibrations up her spine. She tensed up a little. “Nope. Relax... it’s nothing you haven’t already got.” The lid of the present and the ribbon dropped to the floor. She picked up the small object inside. “Explain this to me; knives aren’t the most romantic thing you can give a girl.” She shivered again as Charlie laughed. He moved up her body, resting his head against her shoulder. With one hand firmly around the young woman, Charlie turned the blade over- showing the small engravings around the edges of the handle. “You like cats. You like pocket knives and I wanted to give you something useful. Mr. Grady taught me how to engrave the handle. It took me ages to do.” The girl looked closer at the item, seeing the neat kitten head and her name in the metal. “‘I love you’ across the border? Could you be much more of a sap?” “I can’t help it... Umm... do you like it? I can get you something else instead...” She shook her head and turned around. The short teenager stared up at him before giving him a hug. “It’s fine. It’s... perfect.”
  “Just don’t get it confiscated by your dad.” “James is an idiot. He won’t find it.” She paused. “... thank you.”  The widest smile crossed Charlie’s face. Against his chest, she could hear his heart beat faster. Charlie wrapped his arms around the blonde and held her. “You’re so cute Laura.” The teenager pulled Laura away and kissed her on the lips. “Cute? I’m not cute. Moron...”

Cavities from the sickening sweetness ><

Henry/Victim 21 Oneshot

For my good buddy GoddessofAnubis. She's read the story on FFN but we both thought it'd be a good idea to release it here as well ^^ Should I start another blog for SH fanfics? Or are you guys okay with me spaming you? I'm so sorry ><!!!

Peephole

Summary: "There was no other explanation for it. He was a pervert. The worst kind of pervert there was. Why else would he be getting turned on by a stripping, mutilated-version of himself?"

Henry Townshend gets a strip show from Victim 21 outside his door.

Catergory; Humor/Romance

Pairing: Henry Townshend / Victim 21121 (http://images.wikia.com/silent/images/a/a7/Ghost_henry.png)

Ever since he had returned the Otherworld's St. Jerome's hospital, Henry Townshend found that room 302 was now haunted. Considering he had been locked in his apartment for weeks on end; found a hole to another dimension in his bathroom and watched a few people die, he wasn't completely surprised with this new form of torture.

Surprised? No. Scared? For most part, yes. When a new haunting appeared, he'd freak out as any sane person would. Generally he could deal with all the messed up nonsense this apartment gave him. It was getting to the point where nothing could surprise him. Creepy ghost from the wall? Fine... shove a holy candle under it. Weird kid in his closet? Okay... St. Medallion to the rescue. Cats suddenly in his fridge? Didn't faze him. Haunted slippers? No big deal.

The only haunting that Henry was truly afraid of was that... that thing outside.

Slowly but surely, the man looked through the peephole from a safe distance. Yep. The poor victim was still there, muttering away.

That thing (he couldn't refer to it as anything else) turned up days ago after he received a page from Joseph's diary under his door- telling him that he was the 21st Sacrament of Walter's sick and twisted plan to reunite with his 'Mother'. At first, he thought it was the result of his scared, overactive imagination... but it kept returning.

He could always tell when it was there: the peephole on his door would start to bleed and chills would run down his spine. He could tell when it was supposedly watching him. The smart thing he should have done was to ignore it or just stick a Holy candle in front of the door. Now he felt compelled to look at the terrifying thing.

It wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary -ordinary for that thing anyway- but Henry watched it anyway. It was horrifying just to see it standing there: eyes obscured and body covered in rotting flesh. It wasn't just a look-alike... it essentially was him. There was a frightening possibility that he could become that sad creature in the hallway if he didn't get out soon.

At first he resented the haunting purely because it disgusted him. However, as he began to think about it; he realised he pitied the deprived doppelganger. He had looked at the thing four times (on different occasions) before he saw past the blood and saw that the... thing was begging for help. It almost seemed to beg for Henry not to turn out like it: to not be permanently scarred with 21121 on his chest and have half his face ripped out.

Henry moved away from the doorway and crossed the room to write in his notepad- as he did whenever he felt he'd accomplished something important. He gave a sigh as he scribbled half-heartedly on the pad.

He was still afraid of it... but he was saddened at its suffering as well; even despite it being an illusion. He was sick of watching the haunting's wounds bleed out and not being able to help it.

Henry kicked his front door in a rare moment of frustration. Where was Eileen?

He needed to find her and make sure she was safe. He couldn't save her the first time... but there was a chance she was alright.

He had been finding pieces of information, in the hospital, that she was still alive; but no matter how many doors he tried, he couldn't find her. All he kept running into were oversized, burping patients and wheelchairs that wanted to run him over. He had entered and exited the world three times now and was developing a headache (although that could have been from the insane clock he had exorcised earlier). At this point, it seemed that Eileen was either dead or gone.

The man tiredly leaned against the door, absent-mindedly noting the blood dripping from the peephole. He wanted to give up... but he just couldn't...

Suddenly feeling a nagging feeling, Henry snapped out of his thoughts. He looked at the peephole apathetically looked through it. The thing was back. That was... a relief. It hadn't been around for a while and, even if it was a hideous version of himself, he was happy to finally see something with a human face.

Henry allowed himself to give a weary smile to the dark-shrouded figure. To his surprise, the thing 'saw' it and tried to mimic him. He disgustedly noted that the haunting's ripped flesh looked even more rotten... but... hey. A smile was a smile.

Of course it could probably see him. The other tenants of the building couldn't... but the thing was part of another world. It wasn't a real person and Walter's 'rules' didn't apply to the creature. Maybe the haunting could hear him too.

"Hello? Um... can you hear me?" He knocked on the door. "Umm... hello?" The figure looked at him as it always did. Henry tried again, rapping on the door a little faster. "I'm Henry. Can you talk? Can you say something to me?"

"Help me."

"What the hell?" Henry had definitely heard that. It sounded like him but voice was a bit gravelly, as if not used for a long time. Now the whole figure just seemed kind of sad- it was sentient and yet all it could do was stand there and look at Henry. The man was quiet for a few minutes. Maybe he could ask it for help. He rapped on the door again.

"Can you get me out?" It responded slowly.

"...Trapped." It occurred to Henry that he was seriously deprived of human interaction. Despite the expected bad news, he was strangely content. He got more satisfaction from hearing the thing's voice then he should have.

"Oh... okay..." The thing stared at him through the peephole. There was silence for a while. "Umm... can I..."

"Receiver ... Wisdom... Mother Reborn..." the thing suddenly croaked. "Ei... Eileen..." Henry suddenly felt guilty. He didn't realise how much he was feeling better-being healed simply by being in the 'real world'. He had been distracted with his depression and that thing. There wasn't any time to waste. Eileen still needed him. "Help me.. help me..." Henry gave a slow nod to the figure and swallowed.

"... I will." he muttered. With one last look behind, he forced his legs to move and went back to the hospital.

Henry crawled out of the hole and walked into the living room; feeling bad that he had to go and leave Eileen alone again. Still... it was only going to be a quick trip- he had to put away the golf clubs and he needed to stock up on health drinks.

Rushing to the trunk, he tossed in the bat and began digging through the inventory. As he pulled out the beloved drinks and sorted the things in the large trunk, he noticed that the peephole was bleeding again. He slowed down and stared at the door.

He hadn't seen the unsightly figure in ages. This was the first time he had gotten a chance to revisit the apartment since they had last 'talked'. It had been days. He wasn't sure how long the victim had been waiting there for him. Had he been there since Henry left?

Something tugged inside of him.

Getting up and hoping Eileen would be able to wait, the man walked over and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, there was Victim 21, muttering away as he always did. However, this time there was something different. Vivid red over his face.

Henry couldn't tell if the haunting was crying or bleeding from his eyes.

It didn't matter that Victim 21 wasn't human. It looked like his pain was real. Right then, Henry had the urge to go hug himself and comfort the demonic look-alike. What could he do to help? Ask what's wrong? Henry didn't really see the point- he couldn't afford to waste time- but he sincerely did want to help. In anyway.

Henry wasn't sure what triggered his actions but, as if on instinct, he went to his trunk and got out a near-empty medical kit. There wasn't much left inside of it for him to use but that haunting... if it could use bandaids maybe it would be enough. Grabbing a small amount of cleansing gauze, the quiet man stretched it out and slipped it under the door- hoping that the victim apparition could use it. He knew it wouldn't really help in the end (he doubted the wounds would heal) but at least it made him feel better that he tried.

Henry peaked through the hole again. Surprisingly, the alcohol-soaked material had gotten to the other-side successfully. However the ghost didn't notice: it just kept murmuring.

He knew it wouldn't be useful. He knew it... but that didn't comfort him in anyway.

Shrugging off the heavy feeling of helplessness in his stomach, Henry grabbed his lead pipe and went into his bathroom. There was nothing else he could do here. It was time to enter the next world.

There was no warning. If there was, he could have avoided the mindscar.

Henry had met up with Eileen again and they began traversing through the worlds as fast as they could. During that time, he didn't have many opportunities to go and check on the Victim Henry.

But when he finally did... well... that's how he got into this situation.

"What the hell?"

He had only gone to restock and check if the victim ever took the gauze. He expected it to be a five minute trip. He expected that the gauze was untouched. He expected to see the doppelganger staring at him... not dancing in an extremely raunchy fashion.

It felt weird staring at his own hips.

It was even weirder when he realised that his/the victim's hips actually looked really hot. Victim 21121 was more limber then he looked. It was like watching a porn star (not that Henry had seen any...) instead of a ghost. His moves were in time to an unheard tune and the haunting was rocking his body hard. He clung to himself and then rolled his shoulders back, dragging his hands across his stomach. He then twisted his body, looking almost like he was moaning in ecstasy.

He suddenly wished Eileen was in danger- that would give him some motivation to leave right then- but he knew that she was safely asleep near the hole on the stairs. It was like his eyes knew that too and were permanently glued to the bloody peephole. Why was he watching this? What  was  happening? Since when did he have dancing hauntings?

Henry quickly grew flustered as the victim paraded around the hallway, bloodied hands feeling up his own black-charred body. He could see the identical hands move up so sensuously that, for a moment, he thought he should have felt them on his own skin. The victim's small, crusty hands slowly ran through his oily hair- reflecting off the dim hall lights. Henry absent-mindedly licked his lips. He had seen himself dance before in old home-videos and his mirror (his dancing was worse then his social skills) but this was different. Why the heck was he so fascinated with this accident-induced figure?

He was pretty sure the haunting could see him or at least realised that he was there. It's actions grew more wild and titillating. It moved so that Henry could see the tauntingly-similar figure clearly; every curve and line of his body exposed for his pleasure. As it continued to dance, the photographer could have sworn that the victim smiled at him- although that was impossible. Suddenly embarrassed, Henry tried to look away from the spectacle but something in his head forced him to watch. His attempts to get away were futile... if anything, he was pressing harder against the door, desperate to get closer.

Did Walter manipulate this victim to be a distraction for Henry? To stop him from going anywhere?

If he did, his plan was working. Henry watched in a mix of horror, craving and disgust as the victim pressed its hands over its own body- making its clothes tighten against its flesh. Then, without warning, Victim 21 nimbly started slipping the buttons of his shirt off; tossing its head back into another moan as it did so.

It looked like it was experienced in its actions... What did Walter do? Make Victim 21121 strip for his pleasure?

Oh god he hoped not. Henry pushed the disturbing thought out of his head.

"What the hell?" The haunting fluidly flicked off the long-sleeved over shirt and continued traipsing around in its risqué dance; still staying around the center of the door so Henry could ogle his bloody self. Now without its first layer, the victim exposed its stained-red undershirt.

Henry consciously knew that people would have been turned off by the numbers engraved on the haunting's skin. He knew that the ghastly mess of cracks and veins that throbbed on its body should have made him sick. Out of all the things Henry Townshend knew; he knew that he wanted to touch the haunting.

He had to admit the look-alike was... sexy. The victim's cracked and scarred body didn't put him off (probably because by now he was used to the image) or make the dance any less amatory; rather it highlighted the good portions of his face and legs. Wait... did that mean he thought of himself as hot? It was his body technically...

The dirty movement continued. Movements were more focused on his arms now as the tossed up his shitrt allowed Henry copious peaks of the familiar, slim muscle below. Slowly but surely, a little more of the victim's body was exposed until the once-white undershirt had been removed.

Henry's breathing began to slow, and his face had now taken a shade of permanent red. Was he enjoying this sick act? It was just a bloody version of what Henry saw of himself on a daily basis!

... Except now it was turning him on.

He wouldn't be able to look in a mirror again after this.

With its upper garments discarded, the victim began to take off his belt. It stopped moving for a second so it could dramatically remove the restricting piece of leather. With baited breath, Henry watched the material come out in the haunting's hand and drop to the floor. With that, Victim 21 unbuttoned its pants and began shaking his hips; sashaying rapidly in a hypnotic way.

"What the hell?" Henry bit his lip. Damn! Could he swing his hips like that? Was his body so alluring? For most of the strip show, he had managed to keep himself restrained, but now he could feel his self control slipping. He wanted to caress that mutilated beast and just ravish himself senseless.

He could think that without feeling sick-  he had issues.

Hooking his hands onto the rim of his pants, the victim began to slow down its dance again. It gave a turn and backed up so Henry had a perfect view of his tight jeans. Thrusting his hips out again, the haunting began rubbing down its slim thighs, gently prying away the bottoms.

The jeans were slipped off tormentingly slow, even with the lewdly sensual hip shakes aiding it off. Peaks of his boxers were shown and Henry couldn't tell if he was now watching for the show or to see how far the scary haunting would go.

Once the jeans began pooling around his knees, Henry realised that Victim 21 was wearing the gauze had given him. It was crudely wrapped around the victim's thigh, already stained and somehow rotted to look part of the haunting.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. An odd and outrageous one, but the only logical explanation he could think of.

Was he stripping as a 'thank you' gift?

The disturbing thought sent shivers down his spine- but didn't put him off from watching the doppelganger move his body. It shook and shimmied closer and closer- blood flinging off it like sweat and dribbling down. Henry nervously licked his lips as the dancing became a flurry of erotic moves.

It was still weird watching his body being handled in that fashion but Henry still found it sickly arousing.

There was no other explanation for it. He was a pervert. The worst kind of pervert there was. Why else would he be getting turned on by a stripping, mutilated-version of himself?

Suddenly the dancing stopped. Henry's slight disappointment had no time to shine through as he watched the victim walk up to the peephole. Besides the fact it was barely dressed, it looked like how the victim would usually appear to him. Silence suddenly passed between them and a thick layer of 'awkward' landed on the situation.

"Ummm... you're... a good dancer." Henry managed to mumble out.

Victim 21's head suddenly jerked forward, giving Henry a heart attack as big as the one he had received from Eileen's bloody Robbie the Rabbit doll.

He shivered. Although he couldn't see the haunting's eyes (if it even had any), he could tell it was staring at him. He stared back, slightly unnerved. Now, face-to-face (or face-to-door-to-face), he was sure the victim was smirking at him.

Slowly, it leaned in. Henry held his breath. Without any warning, the sacrament version of Henry licked the glass of the peephole.

"What the hell?" Henry jumped back, falling backwards and clutching his throbbing heart. His vocabulary had degraded and he could only stare at the door in absolute surprise. "What the hell? What the actual hell?" He had just watched the thing strip and saw it try to... lick him? Or was it trying to kiss him? Either way, Henry was completely creeped out.

Instead of being a normal person and getting the hell away from that door, Henry looked through the peephole again to see the figure staring directly at him. It had an expectant look on its face... almost like it wanted Henry to copy its actions.

Was it serious? Did that twisted manifestation honestly want him to lick part of his front door?

It was serious.

Completely and utterly dead serious.

Henry really didn't want to do it. However, something in his gut told him to do it 'or else'.

The man backed away and stared at the door, wondering what to do.

...

Eventually, Henry leaned towards the eyehole and awkwardly kissed it.

"GAH!" He jumped back immediately after feeling something similar to static electricity on his lips "What the hell was that?"

"..."

"I hope you're happy." Henry said, trying to wipe his mouth. After a few minutes of scrubbing his lips with his sleeve and attempting to calm himself down, Henry looked back at the peephole. Victim 21 was picking up its clothes. It looked happy and satisfied... for a tortured manifestation anyway. The expression allowed Henry to give a hint of a smile.

The victim somehow noticed Henry looking. It turned and pointed to its boxers.

"Uh... no thanks." He blushed as he hurried out of the room. He'd been distracted long enough and he didn't really want to find out about how much of a pervert he was. It was about time to get back Eileen; hopefully she would be awake and he could forget this crazy little show.

He hadn't seen Victim 21121 Henry since then. He'd got other hauntings but not that particular one. He may not have missed it but it hurt a little not to have been able to goodbye- he had grown strangely attached to the creepy thing.

As he began stocking up on supplies to finally face Walter, he noticed something under his door.

"Hmm? What's this?" Henry picked up a small, clean piece of cloth from under his door. "Gauze? Where did this come from?" He flipped it over and frowned. He recognised this.

Outlined in blood was 21/21.

"... You're welcome."

Look at all the ridiculous attempts to be funny and serious... Please pay no attention to the crack insanity I spout. I just wanted to get Henry embarrassed and I wanted to write something stupid... so sorry for spaming you >< Fail end is fail XD

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNHh-qGjmZ8

In all gorgeous 360p xP

Oh mi gosh….I would love to know the Youtube link for this (if there is one..)

Dude! I made this, this afternoon ^^! I have the youtube version if you want HQ ;)

I found a video of a mod Henry Townshend sashaying his hips.

And then all the sexual things happened XD

I found a video of a mod Henry Townshend sashaying his hips.

And then all the sexual things happened XD

Anon... are you the same from earlier? You're lucky I like that pairing... this is a Silent Hill ask blog and I try to relate things to Scarlet... but you guys don't mind if I spam stuff as long as it's Silent Hill right?

So... Alex's mum being practically molested by Elle's mum? Sure. We all know that judge is batshit insane anyway.

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Perfection

Crack pairing yuri warning: Judge Margaret Holloway/ Lillian Shepherd.

Summary: She was hers and hers alone. No one would have her beautiful treasure... Not even her toy's husband. Judge Margaret Holloway/ Lillian Shepherd. 

"I'm back." Came the strong voice. As usual, the gentle shut of the door and her words echoed around the mostly empty, two-storey building. It was completely quiet in the building; everything seemed untouched. The whole area reeked of familiar decay and neglect. Giving a light sigh, the blonde woman confidently walked into the room on her right and saw the ever-familiar figure fixed in her wooden chair. "I'm back like I promised..." She always promised her to visit. Everyday and she had kept it so far. "How are you feeling?"

The brunette didn't answer. That was okay; she didn't expect a response. The woman was silent as the blonde placed her bag down and stood behind her. As if her companion was fragile glass, the older female slowly brushed her fingers across the pale skin- shivering slightly as she stroked it. The woman was still so ill... so weak...

So perfect. So controlled.

"I can tell you haven't eaten yet. Lillian... you know have to take care of yourself." Lillian Shepherd didn't respond. She continued staring out the window to the foggy town. "I brought you a few things... eat them... alright?" The catatonic woman nodded her head slightly, indicating that she understood. "How are you?"

"Adam... has he come back? With Josh? Everyone's gone. Margaret... everyone's still gone." Margaret Holloway took Lillian's stray hands in comfort.

"Not yet my dear... not yet. He'll be home soon." The judge of Shepherd's Glen lied and sighed as she began playing with her friend's hair and her oily locks slid across Margaret's coarse hands like butter. Adam Shepherd: that weak man who had caused this tragedy. Not only had he failed their town but he had run away and left his poor wife behind. If she... when she got the chance... she would kill him personally for his actions. He would be punished.

Suddenly, there was a soft, arousing cry from underneath her. Margaret looked down to see her grip had painfully tightened over her friend's frail arm. She quickly let go. The arm dropped and Lillian put it back in place in her lap- the exact same position that Margaret had seen her earlier.

"I'm sorry." She said flatly. Although the brunette had reacted, Mrs. Shepherd gave no words to the blonde. It was if that she didn't even notice the pain and had only whimpered on instinct. The both knew that Lillian certainly didn't care.

She was barely alive and not even living. She was nothing more then a hollow doll with a face permanently scarred with indifference. She didn't care what was done to her.

She was perfect.

Slowly, Margaret began to massage her shoulders. Slowly and obsessively in small circles, noting the tiny bones in her back. Margaret loved feeling every fibre of Lillian's being. She was the perfect pet. A prized toy. Her silence and submission only made Margaret more fervent to protect her- even more then her own daughters. She felt Lillian slowly relax and allowed herself to bring her lips to the woman's ear. She didn't whisper anything, rather she allowed her breath to fill up the area. There was nothing but contented silence between the two.

"I miss Josh, Margaret... I do..." She finally spoke after a long time. She always spoke about Josh. It was normal. It was easy to bring the focus back on her. The blonde was about to slip in her usual, loving words of comfort but, for once, the brunette whispered another name out. "Alex... oh Alex... where have you gone? I'm so sorry..." She sounded like she wanted to cry, but had forgotten how to.

Margaret flared up: How dare she think of another man? She was hers. Only hers. No ring on her finger could convince her otherwise. Lillian Shepherd was hers.

With a swift move, she forced Lillian to turn look up at her, locking blue orbs with murky brown. The broken woman's sunken eyes were as cold as her hands. Carefully... obsessively, Margaret placed her arms the woman. It took her a while to recall that Alex was her property's eldest son. Even when she did remember, she held on to the broken woman, enfolding her with her warm exterior.

Lillian was dead inside.

And she was perfect to bend to her every desire.

"You'll be okay Lillian." Whether she said that out of concern or possessiveness, she didn't know. Regardless, Lillian flung her body onto the woman. She curled up and clinged onto Margaret's purple jumper as the blonde carefully stroked the woman's back.

"Find him... find him please for me... Margaret." When she whimpered her name, the older woman got so excited. She could feel her desires grow stronger as they always did. Lillian was falling under control; needing her physically and mentally to keep her standing at that moment. Smiling, Margaret tilted the woman's head back up and brought her to a light kiss. She pushed the brunette back into her chair and kissed her knuckles, snaking her way up her arm to kiss her on the lips again. She tasted so good.

So perfect.

Suddenly, there were loud footsteps. Margaret ripped her head away from her beloved in time to hear the door open. There was only one person that could be. She looked up Lillian and was relieved (and slightly disappointed) that her desperate look at faded away back to her indifferent one.

"What are you doing here Holloway?" The blonde slowly stood up and stared coldly at the bald man. She was eerily silent. Although Judge Holloway was now mad that her 'affection-showing' was interrupted, she was good at keeping appearances. Her voice was strong enough to sound guiltless (although she didn't feel guilt at all. Lillian was hers and she was just taking what belonged to her.)

"That's Judge Holloway, sheriff." Came the cold voice, completely the opposite of the tone she had before. "... And I'm delivering food. By the way, you're taking such good care of your family." She said, without missing a beat.

Adam's eyes widened. The judge's sarcasm stung and she didn't so much as feel a hint of guilt. She actually took a bit of pleasure out of seeing Lillian's good-for-nothing husband squirm.

What was he doing back? Didn't he desert her? Leave her to Margaret? What was he doing here? Why did he have to interrupt her? They were almost caught! What did she have to do to make Lillian her's? Kill him right there? No... Lillian would hate her. She had to be subtle. She had to think quickly and strike without remorse.

"Adam? Is that you? Is Josh there? Is he with you?" Adam quickly regained composure.

"No... but he might be around somewhere still." They were both lying to her. Anything not to break their precious jewel. Lillian nodded sadly and continued to stare out the window; waiting to see if her sons would suddenly run down the street and into their front garden.

"Where were you looking?" Adam didn't respond but guiltily looked away. "I asked you where?"

"I think you should leave Judge Holloway. Don't you have work to do?" The blonde kept a childish glare in and gave a simple nod. Did he think he could win just by kicking her out? She'll be back... and she could be back to stay. She picked up her satchel and turned to the silent brunette; unaware of the tension between the others in the room.

"It's dangerous Lillian..." Margaret muttered as she reached into her bag. She pulled out an old revolver and placed it on the other's lap. "It might break... but you should definitely keep it." She lifted up the small hands and placed the weapon under them. From the corner of her eye, she could see Adam glaring at her. Lillian gave a small nod before continuing to watch out her window. Judge Holloway stood up and walked herself to the entrance hall, Adam following behind her.

"... are you really sorry for what you've done Adam?" It caught him in shock. Judge Holloway could see the once-intimidating army man struggle to look at her. "Are you?"

"Yes..." He looked like he wanted to say more, but the bold woman cut him off.

"Perhaps if you really are sorry... you could go to the Order Church in Silent Hill." She could have kissed herself for making such a brilliant idea on the spot. "Maybe... if you ask for both forgiveness and punishment... because you are of the Shepherd family line..."

"I could be a sacrifice? Or I could make a deal with the cult and..."

If she wasn't so controlled, Judge Holloway would have burst out laughing at his seemingly nonsensical rambles. Such a fitting punishment for him! Let him get lost instead of the people around him! It was the perfect arrangement.

If he was successful, order would be obtained and peace would come back to their town.

If not... well then...

Lillian would need someone to take care of her for a little while longer.

And that's why Adam went off to Silent Hill and Judge Holloway keeps asking Alex to check on his mother! Not for distraction but to keep Lillian safe... until she gets pissed off and kills her... whoops! That's another drabble for another day! Tah tah all! Please...

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Well they said that Cheryl is too old to go to prom… And I’m too young. So want to go to that spring dance next week? Joey is going to wear a hula skirt I heard.

A hula skirt? *laughs* Sure I'll go with you! I want to see that and hang out with you guys. We havent caught up lately ^^

SH fanart I NEED to do.

Before I forget ><.

Sad Heather at Harry's grave.

More Murphy/Heather ;3

Murphy teaching Alex, Travis and Heather (since they have deprived childhoods) how to fly a kite.

Scarlet Fitch comic where she's murdered by Alex

Scarlet (the little girl) as a cannibal eating Alex’s throat

Bogeyman!Alex / Alex , Bogeyman!Murphy /Murphy

Murphy with birds

Scarlet with Female!Walter and Elle Holloway since they are my two closest buddies here so far. :) FINISHED:

Henry/Alex elevator sex to prove to Miki its kinky ;)  [link]

Joey/Nora and Josh/Scarlet [link]

Silent Whore: James in a skirt (for reasons) and Murphy suggestively eating cupcakes [link]

Victim 21/ Henry  [link]

Go Henry

Tsk Tsk Tsk, you don't tell the man you love that you like pudding little scarlet, you chase them endless in a hellsih world of your creation until they give in a love you. ((That story was amazing))

E- eh? I didn't want to tell Alex I liked pudding! I'm just shy! *hangs head shamefully* A-and what do you mean hellish world?! I-I'm not very cool or powerful like you Female Walter... I can't make anyone love me.

((Thank you!))

For Prom!

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By right, Scarlet should have had a date. Of course, being the awkward, shy girl she was, she never had the courage to ask anyone. The boys she knew were all... boys: Joey Barlett was just mean and Josh Shepherd was still teasing her about her dolls.

Scarlet only wanted to have fun on her first ever prom; yet the young girl couldn't help but feel a little lonely. She didn't want to bother anyone but still... Maybe she should have taken Female Walter's advice and threatened someone with a chainsaw...

"dOn'T fEEl LoNEsoME ScARLeT. EnJOy YoURSeLF anD haVE a GoOD tImE. I'Ll Be WitH yoU alWAyS." The young girl looked up at the towering porcealine doll. The demonic creature gave a terrifying grin. It reached over, patting Scarlet on the back with it's oversized, sharp hands, careful not to rip the red cardigan or purple dress.

She was right. She wasn't going alone. She was going with her best friend.

Taking a deep breath, the little girl walked into the location her role model (female Walter) had told her about. Sure she was here early- but she wasn't going to be nervous. She was just going to take advantage of it and enjoy the night as best as she could.

Normal people: Silent hill is meant to be a horror video game with twisted plots and plenty gore.

Fandom:

Normal people:

Fandom:

Normal people:

Fandom: SHIPPINGS

From the most epic livestream cosplay vid ever

http://ask-murphy-pendleton.tumblr.com/ plays Murphy. Perhaps the best cupcake eating muscular hunk ever XD

This is why you have to FRIKKIN SEND SCARLET QUESTIONS!

See guys... She does anything you tell her to. She's that bored

Said a little too late

This is set before Silent Hill: Homecoming it has content of:

Onesided Scarlet Fitch / Alex

"I... I really hope he isn't home." The little nine-year old girl muttered to herself. She lingered at the white gate and stared up at the large two-storey house, clutching her small wicker basket tighter with her small, porcelain-like hands. She was so nervous. What if he was there? Would she be able to keep herself together? If he wasn't? Would she be disappointed? Why did she decide to come and torture herself like this?

When the ever-busy Dr. Fitch asked his daughter if she would like to deliver something for him; she immediately agreed. The sweet girl wanted to help out her beloved daddy. At the time, she was excited that she was going to her friend Josh's house: now, she couldn't help but feel intimidated. The house was huge and had a foreboding aura. She took a deep breath in and tried to relax.

She just had to go in, deliver her goods and go. No problems. Maybe she wouldn't even see him. Slowly, the little black-haired girl walked up the stone path and the wooden steps. Hesitantly, she rang the doorbell.

When she heard the light shuffle of footsteps, she expected Josh or Mrs. Shepherd to answer the door. However, to her delight and dismay, a tall, muscular man answered the door. The eighteen year old flashed a grin to the little girl.

"Hey Scarlet. Nice to see you again."

"H-hey Alex! Y-you too!" She squeaked out. Her heart leapt to her throat as she saw him smile down at her. Oh gosh. It was him. In all of his amazingly cute glory. Alex Shepherd- brother of Josh Shepherd and Scarlet Fitch's crush. He was wearing his usual black shirt and baggy jeans that attracted the adolescent girl, in ways she didn't understand, and running his hand through his hair. She was swooning in the inside.

The girl was thankful that he didn't notice her growing blush and mustered all her willpower to try and remain calm and look mature.

"Are you looking for Josh? He's not in right now."

"Oh... oh no Alex." Scarlet said, trying to keep her voice even. "I'm... here to see your dad. I was sent to give him his medication."

"He's not in right now either. He took Josh fishing today... again." There was a slight sense of bitterness in his voice. Scarlet tilted her head in concern but Alex shook his head, trying to brush it off and put on a brave front. "Anyway, do you want to leave your things here? I can give it to him for you."

"That's so nice of you Alex. Umm.. but... but I need his signature as well." Scarlet brushed a lone strand of her hair out of her face.

"Okay then. They should be back soon anyway. Come on in, make yourself at home." He smiled kindly and stepped back so she could enter. The girl's eyes widen. Go in? She had been inside the Shepherds' house before but that was always with Josh. It was just her and Alex. Would it be weird if she said she'd come back later?

"Thank you..." Scarlet said as she entered the hall. Alex closed the door behind her and pointed her to the living room.

"Just sit back and relax. I just need to tell mum that you're here. Can I get anything for you from the kitchen? A drink? Cookies?"

Even though Alex was just being polite, Scarlet couldn't help but blush. What could she say? She didn't want to sound childish in front of Alex.

"I... umm... I'm alright thanks." The girl said. The spiky-haired man nodded, flashing another gentle smile at her before walking off.

Scarlet went into the dustless living room and looked at her surroundings. For most part, it was an ordinary living room, dull-coloured walls, couches... there wasn't much to really look at besides the mantlepiece holding up pictures and the photos on the wall. Scarlet looked around, noting absent-mindedly that there weren't many pictures of Alex.

Her mind snapped awake when the thought of Alex crossed it yet again. Her face grew red. What was she thinking? Why was he always on her mind? He barely even noticed her really. She was just a kid while he was almost a man.

There were so many questions suddenly floating around her head: the most prominent one being 'how was she going to keep her cool when Alex came back?"

"I haven't seen you in a long time Lillian. How have you been?" The dark-haired woman didn't even look up as Judge Holloway walked in from the backdoor. For a brief moment, Margaret wanted Lillian to at least ask her how she got in... but the feeling died quickly and Lillian continued baking her biscuits. The blonde woman sat down formally at the small kitchen table, staring intimately at the silent woman. Even though five years separated them, Lillian Shepherd looked a lot older; she definitely seemed more ill since Margaret saw her last.

The two of them remained in silence but was painful to watch the younger woman's shaking hands work. Painfully slow and uncoordinated, obviously reflecting how she was fighting a losing battle in her head. Judge Holloway wanted to make her stop working: when would she notice that she was here?

Not being a very patient woman, Margaret got up and gently pushed the other aside. Without thinking, the blonde took the last of the dough and began shaping it in neat circles for the other. Lillian stopped and looked down at the floor. Silence passed again.

"Martin... he's doing it tonight to his daughter... isn't he?" She whispered. Margaret met her eyes and gave a nod, noting how the frail woman clenched her fists. Dr. Fitch. He had mentioned it in passing to her and must have to the Shepherds as well. Mayor Barlett had done his share a few nights ago and soon it would be her turn to perform their duties for their town. While Margaret was fully prepared to make the sacrifice, she could feel how difficult it was for the other parents. Specifically the ever indifferent Lillian.

"It's for the best. It always has been."

"Don't you care for your family?" Lillian asked. Her face scrunched up in emotional agony. The judge was about to respond if not for a light shuffle of feet. Both women turned to see Alex. The Shepherd family sacrifice.

"Oh, hello Judge Holloway. I didn't know you were here."

"Hello Alex," The blonde smiled kindly at him. "How are you?"

"Fine thank you." Alex nodded. "Mum... Scarlet Fitch is here. She's waiting for dad. Do you know how long he'll be gone?" It was amazing how quickly the woman swapped her look of anguish for one of indifference. She stared blankly at Alex before turning to look at the clock. 2:06.

"Your father should be home soon... he said he'd be home at 2:15." The voice was cold and icy, even more then usual. Margaret knew that Alex had accepted this a long time ago.

"Thanks. Is there anything that I can get for Scarlet? A snack or something? I think she walked from home."

"There's some buttercake in the larder. Hurry up Alex. I'm busy." Another stoic silence fell. The teenager shuffled and looked into the pantry but opted, instead, to fill up two glasses of water. He walked out without another word.

The second he was out the door, Lillian's hand flew to her mouth and she began to cry. She was trying to make killing him easier for Adam and herself. She was trying to make Alex wish he was dead so it was easier on all of them. Although Margaret couldn't honestly say she felt the same pain, she knew about the whispers of guilt, telling her that her duty was wrong. She wrapped her arms around the pale, pasty woman.

"Family is the most important thing, Lillian." She responded to her. "I would do anything to protect them. That's why I will sacrifice my daughter."

"How can you say that so easily?" The brunette clinged onto her. While her words should have been said with disgust, they were said with a dull ring of defeat. Margaret took the moment to ensnare Lillian and take her usual subtle dominance. It was met with little resistance: resistance that Judge Holloway didn't accept. "Margaret..."

"Don't be afraid to do the right thing Lillian." She whispered into her ear. "Joey, Scarlet, Nora... Alex... If they all knew... they'd understand. Be strong Lillian." Judge Holloway brushed her hair out of her eyes. Think about Joshua. Don't you want him to be safe? We have a duty... so do it. At least for me... "

Margaret placed a kiss on her forehead before a harsher kiss on her lips.

Lillian didn't respond and she allowed Margaret to restore order to her tearing mind.

"Sorry... all I got you is water." He handed the cup to her and sat down. Scarlet was pretty sure he could see the disappointment in her face. It wasn't because she only got water... it was because the photos. The rare one that did have Alex in it... it made him look so sad. "I'm sorry."

"No! It's okay! I'm fine!" She tried to look more grown up and put on her best 'sensible' face. She took a place next to him on the couch and fondled the glass carefully.

"Okay... dad and Josh should be home in fifteen minutes. Sorry about the wait."

"No! It's fine! It's fine! Daddy knows I'm out! It's fine!" Scarlet said.

"That's good..." Silence quickly passed and Scarlet took a sip of her drink. "So... you like anything Scarlet?" The little girl almost choked on her water. "You know... hobbies... activities, that stuff." It was polite, idle chatter. Thankful Alex was staring out the window, Scarlet tried to compose herself. What was she supposed to respond to that question? The little girl was tempted to say 'you'- like she had read in one of Nora's novels- but she resisted the urge. Instead she gave a shrug.

"Um... Dolls. Sometimes I make my own dolls when I'm bored." She immediately regretted saying that. Dolls? What interest would Alex have with a little girl who played with dollies?

"Really?" Now Alex was looking at her. She couldn't look at his eyes. She didn't think she had the courage to. "That's impressive."

"I mean... I'm not very good and all... but... you know... I can..." her voice died off a bit. Alex smiled at her, almost as if he was telling her not to be frightened of him. She wasn't scared. Nervous; very much so... but not scared. Alex gave a sigh and stretched a bit.

"So... any plans for tonight Scarlet?"

"Um... dad wants to take me to his surgery in Silent Hill tonight. He looks like he really doesn't want to; but apparently its really important for me to go. I think its some kind of check up but I'm not sure." The young man nodded. "What about you Alex? Anything special?"

"I'm planning on going to the lake tonight with my brother."

"Are you? Isn't it really dangerous at night?" Alex gave an off shrug but concern had sparked all over Scarlet's face.

"Yeah. Neither of us are supposed to do it but Josh and I go anyway. We always go and do something together after dad takes him out." There it was again, that little bit of resentment in his voice. Why couldn't she speak up? "We don't do anything dangerous. Usually we just talk and goof off."

"All right... but be really careful! I don't want you or Josh to be hurt!"Alex looked at her curiously. Embarrassed, she let her black hair fall, like a veil, to hide her face. Why did she have to sound so... so like she did? She sounded like a little baby! No wonder Joey always teased her! Was Alex going to be mean too?

"Hah. I know... don't worry about me kiddo." He smiled again. Scarlet liked it when he smiled. "You're always too nervous Scarlet. Lighten up." Scarlet could feel her whole body heat up as he pulled her hair out of her face. His hard fingers accidentally brushed against her face. Her heart was bursting and she felt like she was going to scream. She had to say something. Something about her girlish feelings. Anything. While he was so close...

"Um... Alex..."

"Yeah?"

"I have something to say..."

"Go on."

"... I... I ... l...like... I like ... I like pudding." She said before hiding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry!" Now throughly embarrassed she let her head drop. She had made a fool out of herself. Alex was going to laugh at her and make fun of her. She knew it. She knew it. Through her hair, she could see Alex staring at her blankly. "I'm really sorry... I had to say that. I don't know..."

Suddenly, he chuckled and ruffled her straight locks.

"You're so cute." Her face, if possible, grew even more red. "Is that it? Are you hungry?" He said, amused. "Well, sorry. We don't have any pudding but one of these days, I'll make it up to you. Okay? Don't be embarrassed that you want to be a kid and want some sweets. I had a hell of a sweet tooth when I was your age." He was so kind. He may have been treating her like a little sister, but she was close to the one she loved.

"Oh... Okay..."

"You want a hug? You don't look well. You look like you have a fever..."

"I'm... fine..." However, the girl didn't refuse the arm Alex placed around her. Scarlet gave a small smile and gave him a quick hug.

Maybe she didn't confess today but... maybe tomorrow, after she got back from the Silent Hill clinic, she would tell him how she felt. Maybe tomorrow she would get the courage...

If there was a tomorrow.

SILENT HILL SHIPPING CHALLENGE

Notice I only do these things when my scanner ISNT active xP

Alright ladies and gents. It is I, Scarlet's mod! For the next two weeks, I have a special little challenge for all of you. One that I guarentee you will not be bested in! Now I warn you right now: whoever isn't tolerant of yaoi, yuri or insanity should AVERT THEIR EYES!

The challenge is simple. You must tell me via an ask or reblog which two characters you ship together from any of the Silent Hill games (or crossover). If you want to be original then draw something for the pair and send it to me.

Then you must say WHY you support them together: It can be anything from a full blown essay to 'OMG THYE L00K SO SMEXY TOGEThZar!'

To make things interesting... crack pairings only. Don't know what a crack pairing is? Have a look at my list!

http://askscarletfitch.tumblr.com/crackpairings

Still confused? Here's my example

I support Lilian Shepherd/ Judge Holloway. I always imagine the relationship to be during Homecoming while Lilian is in her catanoic state. Judge Holloway is insane as we all know and power hungry, so I can imagine her putting her control on Lilian; stroking her shoulders and kissing her neck while she's in her chair and just exerting her dominance.

Here's an example from my irl friend

I support Travis/Alessa purely because I enjoyed watching Alessa pouting at Travis the whole of Origins XP

And one more from me because I'm weird!

Murphy/Henry. Cuz you get to go in Henry's room during downpour and they look like each other :D

You get it? Ask a question if you're STILL confused. The object of this challenge is to find THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS SHIP and justify it.

I don't really expect anyone to enter this. If you can, great. If you don't, then I just wasted half an hour doing this XP.

Also, there is no prize. Hence why its a challenge and not a contest but I might do a 'special favour' for you if you win! It's all for fun and stupid games!

See ya all! Hope you join!

-Scarlet Mod

Enemy: Cybil Bennet (D:)

Best Friend: Anne ((yay!))

Lover: Eileen (I can work with that...))

Tormentor: Murphy ((D: NOOOOOO!!!))

Goes Insane on you: Travis :(

Tries to kill you: Maria ((Of course...))

Look what I spent the last 2 hours making. Lazier then some Click and Drag games, I admit. But at least one was made, considering a lot of people don’t want to make one of these on their own, xD.

It’s kinda a generic too. But, who cares, right?

GUILTILY SHIPPING THIS AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME!

((OOC: I'll post my Scarlet Stuff when I get a scanner. Enjoy the crack! I HAVE NO REGRETS!))

For Female!Walter. Your request of Yandere!Walter and Henry is done :3c

Requests still open

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Whoa, So wonderful!! How did you draw it there~~ ( =[]=))

It involved agonising twisting of my feet and a pen XD

((Mod: Since there are no asks in my box, here's a picture of my feet instead))

Scarlet: I don't look like I usually am... I'm sorry I'm not pretty!

BossScarlet: ... Rawr!