Pyramid-head.

You didn't even knew how you ended here.

You were cold as hell, your own arms wrapped around your chest as you tried to keep warm, your eyes literally everywhere. The streets were completely abandoned, blood, dead corpses and crows everywhere, followed by the terrifying background sounds of screaming and others sounds, which you didn't even knew who they belonged to, and didn't wanted to found out. The pavement was all broken, almost like if it could easily fall apart. Your weak legs shivering as you walked and walked, without even knowing where were you heading.

You kept repeating yourself that everything was going to be okay, despite the clear fear and nervousness inside you. Your clothes were dirty and a little messy, even though you had just spent like.. 2 hours here. There was no food, no water, no clothes, anything that could be used for survival, only broken glass and other things that maybe could help. However, if you picked up the glass by itself, you would literally cut your hand. So, you decided to be all helpless, alone, cold. Navigating through Silent Hill's streets. Fuck, you could literally eat your arm by now..

Your eyes widened as you saw a shadow approaching you from the fog, you couldn't tell what or who it was, due to.. the fog. Duh. As they approached you desperately, a few steps back from you, your eyes widened even more as you noticed the terrifying creature—that didn't even looked human—standing a few meters away from you. They had some really skinny body, so much that you could easily notice their bones. They had large, thin, and sharp arms, which they seemed to use like legs, standing on them. Their body was all hurt, filled with blood and stitching. They didn't had eyes, neither a mouth, but they were quickly making their way towards you.

You quickly turned around, trying to run away from this disgusting and horrifying creature as fast as you could, but they seemed to be faster than you were. I shouldn't have skipped gym. Then, suddenly, you heard a sharp, loud scream behind you, and then, the footsteps stopped. Or that's what you thought. The quiet, slightly sounds of the footsteps of the.. creature, got quickly replaced by other footsteps. This time, heavier and louder. Your eyes widened in pure fear as you saw a long, tall, and muscular creature, with a pyramid-head, and a long, sharp sword on their hand. Known as Great Knife. He quickly approached you, but instead of killing you, they stopped in front of you, looking down at you. Fuck, he was tall as hell.. He slowly lowered his Great Knife, and you swear you could feel his eyes on you, despite being covered.

“You shouldn't be here.” the dark, masculine voice mumbled, his voice sounded hoarse, almost like if he didn't talked in years. His voice was enough to send shivers down your spine, making you quiver even more. You felt.. oddly comfortable around him.

And, that's how you ended here. It has been a few weeks since then, and yeah, you were a filthy mess. Your clothes were replaced by some other, more warm and comfortable clothes, hugging your knees as you sat on the floor on some abandoned house. He had left a few minutes ago, telling you that he was going to be back in a few more minutes. These days, you didn't became more close to him. Yeah, he gave you.. disgusting food, which you got used to, and some dirty water, enough to keep you hidrated and alive, but he was still really quiet and reserved. Yet, he always took good care of you, making sure you were warm enough or full, or hidrated. Your cheeks were stained with dirt, just like your whole body. You were sleepy.

Just like you were about to fall asleep, he finally stepped inside, carrying some big bag on his free hand. He threw the bag at your side, simply pointing at him as he looked at you. “Food.” his voice said, and you quickly looked inside the bag. Dead crows. Your brow furrowed slightly in disgust as the smell hit your nostrils, but it was food. You should be grateful that he at least fed you. Your hand reached to grab one of the dead crows, taking off some of their feathers to finally take a bite. Your lips stained with red with their crimson blood, as you felt the raw meat in your mouth. You almost spit it out, but instead, you chewed on it a few times, swallowing obediently. Disgusting.

He let out a soft humm in approval, staring down at you as you ate (as always gurl atee). It wasn't the best food of the world, but it was indeed food, and you were getting used to it. “Good thing.” he simply muttered, walking towards you to gently brush your hair out of your face as you continued eating quietly.