#pyramidhead#SilentHill#SilentHillRp#SilentHillOrigins
“Okay first of all I want you to understand that I’m not crazy. I have been called crazy all my life. Even when I was a kid other kids were told not to play with me because I was different. Call it what you want.”
Hello Alex.
We wonder if Kurt is still inside us…
We wonder if Kurt is sleeping.
Perhaps we will come to silent hill.
And Kurt can meet your Alex…
#ManBat#Gotham#SilentHill
#pyramidhead#SilentHill#SilentHillRP
“If you have found this note please be careful. You haven’t even begun to under what you’ve stumbled across. You have found yourself in hell. One of many? Maybe. I cannot know that. I know and remember very little now.”
#pyramidhead#silenthill
We no longer sleep. But we are no longer truly awake. Do you feel it? Clawing at the back of your mind? Is it fear? Doubt? All that noise? All those screams? The hunger and the need? All that disgusting want and desire for anything at all?
The horrible teeth closed around them fingers and the creature bit down. It wrenched its head too and frow like a shark. Blood spurting from the wound and the man fainted from pain. Man-bat hurled his unconscious form towards the others. And the challenge was unmet…
It was cold here in this man made tunnels. Man made. The very term infuriated the beast as it clawed and scraped its way further into the facility. It passed a camera and barely noticed as one talon smashed the equipment to bit. Metal and plastic digging into its flesh.
Man-Bat vs Freeze
Chapter 2: ROSEBUD ⚘️
Cascading condensation serves to play the role of garnish on a sleek, flawless exterior. A cycle of melancholy that resigns itself to dance within its own mobius strip.
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#Batman#Gotham
But they didn’t know. They could let understand what this was. While they did as they were bid and fought to defend? This creature only wanted their pain. Their broken bodies. It finally caught one of them in its grasp and pulled it close. Gripping the screaming man’s hand.
We are not given choice soft flesh.
And so will give you none either.
We will scatter your bones across the roof tops if you seek us.
And in your death damn us.
Seek us at your peril.
You will find us…
HUNGRY
These pretenders.
These little bugs like @Gothamgrl27 and @GothamJokerIM who think their madness is a saving grace?
There is no grace.
There is no hope.
There is no saving me.
There is only the night.
AND WE ARE THE NIGHT.
They’re all just annoying little pests.
Bright lights in a dark and hideous city.
A haven for the monsters.
And there is only room for one true beast in the hell in which we’ve made.
Langstrom?
Langstrom is gone.
He sleeps now.
Wrapped in leathery wings.
It doesn’t understand these others.
Their quips.
Their humor.
It doesn’t understand their humanity.
They want to be monsters?
Or they want to be mad-men?
Perhaps they simply want to “be”?
It doesn’t care.
@MrFreezeIM Freeze and his eternal disgusting mournful song of ice.
Poor you and the love that will never return.
@RiddlerIM and his need to be recognized for his wit and banter.
Such.
Humanity?
Such need.
Frozen meat.
Hot meat?
We do not care for your files…
We do not care for your research…
The man you seek?
He is free.
And if you press us?
If you hunt us?
We
Will
Rend
Your
Flesh.