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rionaleonhart) wrote2019-08-06 08:20 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2019-08-06 08:20 am
Silent Hill Is A State Of Mind.
Rounding up a few ficsnippets I originally posted in response to prompts at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fail_fandomanon! I will admit that the Final Fantasy XV one for the 'Silent Hill' prompt doesn't technically include Silent Hill.
Until Dawn, 120 words, prompt: Silent Hill. First posted here.
“You can’t scare me!” Mike yells. He’s not sure who he’s yelling at. He thinks it might be the town itself. “You can’t do anything to me! Everyone’s already dead!”
“Okay, Mike,” Emily says, “if you’re gonna have a mental breakdown, can it wait until we’re somewhere with running water?”
Emily can’t be here. Emily’s dead. He thought she was a monster, and he shot her through the eye. No more bullets.
He grips his machete tighter. “Are you real?”
“Oh, come the fuck on,” Emily says.
“I really need you to be real,” he says. His voice is breaking.
“You’re gonna kill me again?”
Again. She’s dead. She’s not here.
But she’s someone else, and right now he’d do anything for company, real or not.
Final Fantasy XV, 110 words, prompt: Silent Hill. First posted here.
He’s imagining that his friends have rescued him. It’s a stupid, cruel hallucination. Or it’s Ardyn, taking their shape again, letting him believe he’s free and then dragging him back into that prison. He can’t do this again.
“Prompto,” Noct says, gripping his wrist. “You know you’re out of there, right?”
Noct’s fingers feel warm. But they’re not really there. There’s nothing but the shackles.
“You’re not there. I swear. You’re here with us.”
Prompto shakes his head. “No,” he mutters.
He’s still strapped up, he’s still at Ardyn’s mercy. He can feel it.
Noct turns to Ignis, desperately. “How do we get him back?”
It’s not real. He can’t let himself believe it’s real.
Your Turn to Die, 340 words, prompt: trusting somebody you shouldn't. First posted here.
There’s a gun in one of the rooms. Is whoever’s behind this planning to put them through another Russian roulette puzzle? Or are they just throwing a weapon into the cage and seeing what happens?
Picking it up kind of makes Sara feel sick. But she can’t leave it where it is. Someone could find it.
She has... recent experience with a revolver, obviously. But that’s not what this is. How does she know if it has bullets in it?
She takes it to Keiji. He knows guns. Q-taro does as well, she remembers, but she doesn’t know if she can trust him.
She doesn’t know if she can trust Keiji either.
But she takes it to Keiji.
“Do you know if it’s loaded?” she asks.
“Interesting find.” He does something with the... what is it called, the magazine? “Yeah, this could shoot.”
They’re alone.
“You want me to talk you through how it’s done?” Keiji asks.
“What?” Sara asks. “No. Who would I want to shoot?”
Keiji shrugs. Tries to hand her the gun. She pulls her hand away; she doesn’t want to take it.
But they’re alone, and he’s holding a loaded gun.
“You remember I’ve got a history with guns, right?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “You’re gonna make me hold on to this one? I didn’t think you were that cruel, Sara.”
He’s smiling, just a little. There’s an out-of-place fondness to his words. Like he’s saying I didn’t think you were that cruel, and I’m so proud that you’ve proved me wrong.
She lets him take her hand. He runs his thumb across her palm, then presses the gun into it. Closes her fingers over it.
“Sou’s a dangerous guy,” he says, quietly. “If you’re not sure who to point that at.”
He always speaks in the same calm, amused tone of voice. It makes it hard to know if he’s joking or not.
“I don’t think you mean that,” Sara says. “Shooting someone messed you up, right?”
Keiji shrugs and smiles. “Maybe it’d be nice to have company.”
fail_fandomanon! I will admit that the Final Fantasy XV one for the 'Silent Hill' prompt doesn't technically include Silent Hill.Until Dawn, 120 words, prompt: Silent Hill. First posted here.
“You can’t scare me!” Mike yells. He’s not sure who he’s yelling at. He thinks it might be the town itself. “You can’t do anything to me! Everyone’s already dead!”
“Okay, Mike,” Emily says, “if you’re gonna have a mental breakdown, can it wait until we’re somewhere with running water?”
Emily can’t be here. Emily’s dead. He thought she was a monster, and he shot her through the eye. No more bullets.
He grips his machete tighter. “Are you real?”
“Oh, come the fuck on,” Emily says.
“I really need you to be real,” he says. His voice is breaking.
“You’re gonna kill me again?”
Again. She’s dead. She’s not here.
But she’s someone else, and right now he’d do anything for company, real or not.
Final Fantasy XV, 110 words, prompt: Silent Hill. First posted here.
He’s imagining that his friends have rescued him. It’s a stupid, cruel hallucination. Or it’s Ardyn, taking their shape again, letting him believe he’s free and then dragging him back into that prison. He can’t do this again.
“Prompto,” Noct says, gripping his wrist. “You know you’re out of there, right?”
Noct’s fingers feel warm. But they’re not really there. There’s nothing but the shackles.
“You’re not there. I swear. You’re here with us.”
Prompto shakes his head. “No,” he mutters.
He’s still strapped up, he’s still at Ardyn’s mercy. He can feel it.
Noct turns to Ignis, desperately. “How do we get him back?”
It’s not real. He can’t let himself believe it’s real.
Your Turn to Die, 340 words, prompt: trusting somebody you shouldn't. First posted here.
There’s a gun in one of the rooms. Is whoever’s behind this planning to put them through another Russian roulette puzzle? Or are they just throwing a weapon into the cage and seeing what happens?
Picking it up kind of makes Sara feel sick. But she can’t leave it where it is. Someone could find it.
She has... recent experience with a revolver, obviously. But that’s not what this is. How does she know if it has bullets in it?
She takes it to Keiji. He knows guns. Q-taro does as well, she remembers, but she doesn’t know if she can trust him.
She doesn’t know if she can trust Keiji either.
But she takes it to Keiji.
“Do you know if it’s loaded?” she asks.
“Interesting find.” He does something with the... what is it called, the magazine? “Yeah, this could shoot.”
They’re alone.
“You want me to talk you through how it’s done?” Keiji asks.
“What?” Sara asks. “No. Who would I want to shoot?”
Keiji shrugs. Tries to hand her the gun. She pulls her hand away; she doesn’t want to take it.
But they’re alone, and he’s holding a loaded gun.
“You remember I’ve got a history with guns, right?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “You’re gonna make me hold on to this one? I didn’t think you were that cruel, Sara.”
He’s smiling, just a little. There’s an out-of-place fondness to his words. Like he’s saying I didn’t think you were that cruel, and I’m so proud that you’ve proved me wrong.
She lets him take her hand. He runs his thumb across her palm, then presses the gun into it. Closes her fingers over it.
“Sou’s a dangerous guy,” he says, quietly. “If you’re not sure who to point that at.”
He always speaks in the same calm, amused tone of voice. It makes it hard to know if he’s joking or not.
“I don’t think you mean that,” Sara says. “Shooting someone messed you up, right?”
Keiji shrugs and smiles. “Maybe it’d be nice to have company.”
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