victory_road | FOURTH WALL MINGLE LOG

[Ah, yes. Lakes. Lakes are nice. Lakes set a certain atmosphere that the creature appreciates. Better yet if the lake in question casts a bunch of fog to skulk around in, but hey, he'll take what he can get.]

[The monster pauses at the edge of the Lake of Rage, slowly turning his huge, heavy head from side to side. To anyone watching, it almost appears like he's looking for something, or someone. After a few moments, the monster makes a shrugging gesture and wanders away from the lake. Please ignore the enormous, heavy sword he's dragging behind him, the one that makes a screeching noise as it's pulled across the ground, and ignore the blood stains on his butcher's apron and tall black boots. Nothing to see here, carry on!]

[The monster eventually finds a comfortable-looking spot under a tree, and settles underneath it. Then he goes still, hardly moving, like he's... waiting. Waiting for something, or someone.]

[After a few minutes of sitting and being still, he has a Mimikyu sitting beside. Then another appears and crawls into his lap. Before too long, he's surrounded by several of the lonely ghost Pokemon, sitting on his lap and shoulders, crawling over his legs, huddling near his great knife. Probably... it might not be in anyone's best interest to disturb him and his horde of Mimikyus.]

But lo! Nearby the lake a young boy has appeared, holding the hand of an Alolan Marowak and following a Mimikyu that was technically his, but was toddling off towards the source of SPOOKY ENERGY. She kept paused and waving him over with a big shadowy claw, coaxing him to follow her.

When little Walter spotted Pyramid Head, he froze. Another angel...but this one was more like the angels he knew back home, frighteningly tall and with sewn together skin, like Valtiel. Bea the Mimikyu called over to him, waving as she approached. Assumption stepped forward more, awestruck as he had been taught about angels like this. Little Walter edged up behind his Pokemon. Valtiel didn't often talk to him, but...

"Hello?"

Pyramid Head doesn't respond right away when the child addresses him. When he does, his head tilts alarmingly on his neck, looking like it's about to snap it, before righting itself back atop his shoulders.

Huh. The child is trying to communicate with him. Usually children don't see him.

Usually only one person sees him.

He doesn't speak. He can't speak. But there's a very distinct sense that he's watching the child, and there isn't anything particularly aggressive about his posture. If anything, he seems almost curious.

Walter very slowly approached, taking care not to disturb any of Pyramid Head's Mimikyu friends. He seemed a bit like Valtiel. Always watching over him. "Are you an angel too?"

While Assumption remained with Walter, watching him carefully, Bea was making many new friends. Hello fellow Mimikyus! Who is your friend?

For the first time, Pyramid Head makes a sound. It sounds like broken glass gargled through a slit throat; the wheeze of a hospital respirator the moment before it stops working and an alarm shrieks; the quiet hiss of a drowned body washed ashore dragging against the sand. An angel? No, he's no angel. Or maybe a certain type of angel, the type whose attention no one ever wants to attract.

Congratulations, Walter, you made him laugh.

The Mimikyus sway back and forth, heads bobbing at Bea. Hello, little friend. They haven't learned this big one's name yet, but he's clearly very spooky, so they're hanging out with him. He'll let you sit on his lap if you want!

Walter drew back at the sound. It wasn't a very nice one after all, and he'd been 'lulled' to sleep among crying children all his life. But he wasn't acting nastily or saying anything mean, not that Walter could understand. Then again, Walter wouldn't realise until he was older that his personal angel was not a being he really wanted to be involved with.

So he took a few steps forward again, fascinated by Pyramid Head. "You're not human either, are you?" He crouched, trying to look under the helmet out of curiosity. As a child would of course.

Bea was delighted and waggled her head towards Walter. This is her friend Walter! He's also super spooky! He's both this child and a blood stained man! But the man part went off into a shadow realm or something. So she's looking after the baby ghost.

Ah, a question Pyramid Head can answer! He shakes his head, slow and careful, the great metal encasing moving to the left, then the right, then back to center. No, not a human.

He doesn't try to keep Walter from looking under his helmet; his helmet and his head simply are, and he's never thought about what it would look like from a child's angle. The only other child he knows has never paid him any mind, so he doesn't know how children work.

Definitely not a human.

The Mimikyus chitter and murmur amongst themselves; both a child and a blood-stained man? Two things at once! He's like they are! A few who have been sitting beside the human-shaped monster leave his side and creep closer to Walter, wanting to investigate.

Walter was apparently satisfied with peering under his helmet. He couldn't really see under it well because of the shadows but he thought he saw...something filling it. Either way, not human and he had said he wasn't. "Good. I don't like humans. They're mean."

When the Mimikyus approached he paused and then gently, very gingerly, slid onto his knees to get a better look at them. Having Bea and Assumption as his side, he felt very, very comfortable around ghost-types. "Hello....are they all your friends?" He asked Pyramid Head. The gathered ghosts could probably detect that Walter was, indeed, a kind of ghost/manifestation of sorts; namely that of Walter Sullivan's better and more innocent nature.

Somehow, Pyramid Head manages to look surprised. Humans are mean? What? Humans are afraid, and weak, and fragile, but he's never met one he would describe as mean. He tilts his head again, propping it up with one hand when it threatens to overbalance him. Who has been mean to you, small ghost?

Are the little creatures around him his friends? The idea is a novel one; Pyramid doesn't really do "friends." It's hard to have friends when you're the living embodiment of one man's angst, after all. But sure, they're his friends. They aren't bothering him, in any case, just like the child isn't.

Little Walter couldn't quite read Pyramid Head's surprise, or his inquiry into who had been mean to him. Although it'll be obvious when he shuffles a little closer, dropping his voice to a whisper.

"Don't tell the priests where I am, okay? Or the guards. Especially Andrew. They'll be really mad, and I don't wanna go to the cell. John hasn't gotten out yet."

He then occupied himself with the many mimikyu, shyly reaching out to pet one. Can he pet you? He won't hurt you, he'll be as gentle as he can be.

[Eliza is circling the lake, her two Fire-types staying a distance away from it. However, she blinks when she sees what looks at first to be a guy covered in Pikachu. But when she gets nearer, she realizes those aren't Pikachu. She's never seen Pokemon like these before. Still...it's a pretty adorable scene. And someone who has so many Pokemon with him can't be that bad. So she approaches him rather casually.]

Hi! It's a nice view, isn't it?

[In theory, someone covered in Pokemon shouldn't be bad. But it would probably do her well to investigate the type of Pokemon this monster is covered in. The Mimikyus turn their heads and watch her with their painted eyes as she approaches.]

[Pyramid Head just tilts his head to the side, his body language almost confused. What... what the hell is this? Why isn't she running and screaming?]

[He doesn't answer; he can't answer, not in words she'd understand. But he doesn't chase her away either.]

[Hey, Eliza's adoptive brother is also the type to walk around covered in blood with a giant bladed weapon. She's kind of lost her fear-sense for stuff like this. She doesn't get too close right away though, finding the Pokemon all turning to stare at her a bit odd.] So...are they all yours? [She waves a bit at one of the Mimikyu. The Pidgey perched on her head leans forward, his feathers fluffing up as he watches the Mimikyu swarm.]

[The walking around covered with blood with a giant weapon is just a great aesthetic, okay? Pyramid Head doesn't understand why more people aren't into it.]

[He keeps watching the girl, not really understanding the question. There's only one who really belongs to him, and he's not here. The Mimikyus gathered here on their own, he had nothing to do with it.]

[One of them separates itself from the pack and approaches, clearly watching the Pidgey on Eliza's shoulder. Once it's close enough, it hisses loudly, then turns and scampers back to its friends.]

[Eliza tilts her head to the side, not really sure what he means as well. Then again, she doesn't notice any Pokeballs on him, or places he could be storing them.]

[Blade fluffs up even more when the Mimikyu hisses at him. That was not what he was expecting from something Pikachu-shaped.]

Hey, Blade's nice! He's just...a little more protective recently, for some reason.

Oh-- hey!

It's you!

_{[She doesn't know who or what Pyramid Head is.]

[Only that he's from Silent Hill, and that at one point during one of these weekends a few years back, he showed up and helped her slaughter a horde of Numbodies. So y'know, he seems like a pretty good guy as horrible abominations go! SHE AIN'T JUDGIN'.]

[She stops in front of him with her hands jammed into her pockets and her Absol at her side. Said Absol is bristling, CLEARLY not a fan of all those Mimikyus...]}

How's it goin'?

[Hey, it's That Girl!]

[Pyramid Head sits up a little straighter when she approaches, almost actively engaging with someone for the first time. He doesn't remember the weekend of years' past, but the girl knows him, and isn't afraid. Not that she'd have anything to fear from him anyway, but a lot of people still run when they see him.]

[He nods his head at her, a clear sign of recognition.]

[The Mimikyus eye the Absol, waving back and forth menacingly, and one of them hisses. Stay back, other Pokemon! This one belongs to them!]

_{[That's the nice thing about not being physical manifestation of guilt and lust or a dude who killed his wife! You get to be chill with P-Head.]

[Being a Big Deal in the Otherworld probably helps, too, but Heather would rather not think about the whole reincarnated-god thing. Ain't nobody got time for that on these weekends.]

[The Absol's lip curls up over her teeth to snarl right back, but Heather clicks her tongue, chiding her.]}

Hey, Alessa, c'mon.

Be respectful.

They probably just want space.

_{[Chastised but still wary, Alessa narrows her scarlet eyes and scoots in front of Heather to sit, practically on her feet. OK TRAINER BUT SHE'S STILL GOING TO STAY BETWEEN YOU AND THEM. >:(]}

FOURTH WALL MINGLE LOG

Pyramid Head | Silent Hill 2

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