I'd like to be embarrassed about this, but every time I think of it, I just end up laughing. Disclaimer: Blame anyone but me. Please.

How it Started

James never liked fighting monsters.

Well, actually, he did. He relished it. But this one was different.

This one was called Pyramid Head, and far from being a writhing monstrosity that shot acid, he was a sexful, geometric king.

James could tell he was different.

He couldn't stop remembering the first time they met, in the apartment stairwell. James was young, nervous. Pyramid had only wanted a lock of his hair but James had hidden behind a strip of water. Pyramid couldn't cross it. Probably because he was pure evil.

But James didn't care. He learnt from that experience. He started carrying carrying his gun differently after seeing Pyramid Head rounding the corner with a bunch of flowers. James hoped the bullets hadn't hurt him too much.

One day they went cloud-gazing. "That one looks kind of like a pillow," said James, and they both laughed.

END /is shot/