I Do Believe That You Don't Exist Here Chapter 13: Call It What You Want, a devil may cry fanfic

XIII. Call It What You Want

Note: This chapter is very…very odd. If you find yourself reading the same sentence over again, well there's a reason. Enjoy.

"All the other kids with the pumped kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet."

-Foster The People

"Ugh…" I groan holding my head. I open my eyes to find that I'm no longer in the playground but I'm in some place that I've never seen before in my life. I'm in a small rundown room where the wallpaper is peeling off the walls and there are various water spots all over the ceiling. The floor is made up of some kind of wood that at some point was probably pretty nice looking, but now it's just rotting. Paper and plastic bottles litter the floor. The window, a long one, is shattered and the shades covering a good portion of it are missing some of the slits. And don't even get me started on the bed I'm lying on. It's one of those metal framed beds. The mattress is beyond uncomfortable. The blanket and pillow are ripped in a few different places.

Have I been kidnapped?

How the fuck did I even get here? Wasn't I in the playground with some killer with a bow and arrow? Hell, didn't I get shot in the fucking leg?

Wait…

I throw the blanket off of me. I glance down at my body and immediately notice that I'm not in the clothes I was wearing when I had gone to the park. Now I'm wearing a bright yellow sweatshirt with an orange t-shirt underneath along with some baggy blue jeans and black tennis shoes. I pull up my clothing and am absolutely astonished by what I see. No scars, no bruises, no blood, just soft smooth skin. Just the way it was before this entire mess started.

I did get my ass kicked right? I couldn't have possibly dreamt that up… right? I mean for a dream… it was pretty graphic and felt a little too real… It couldn't… have been.

I roll up the end of my jeans on my injured leg that doesn't feel quite to injured anymore. And just as I thought… no stitches… nothing.

"What the fuck…?" I rasp, scrambling out of the bed. I slip on a piece of paper and fall to the ground. I get back to my feet, desperately trying to figure out what on earth is going on.

This shit is way too Twilight Zone for me. I should probably just get the hell out of here before it turns out that I have been kidnapped and whoever it is planning on murdering me.

I run through the open door into the long messy hallway. As far as I can tell I'm the only person in this building. I'm probably in the Projects in the city or something… Oh god. Please don't let this turn out to something like Saw. Please.

As I walk down the hallway I hear some groaning. Of course my immediate thought is zombies. I pick up a random 2X4 from off the ground and carefully approach the room that the noise is coming from. Oh god. Please don't let me be in a zombie infected house. Please.

"I-Is someone there?" I ask, holding the piece of wood in a batting position. I feel bad for the zombie that tries to bite me.

"Mmmph!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't understand that. I don't speak zombie," I say. I slide against the wall and begin shimming closer to the door where the noise is coming from. "I swear to whatever may exist, if you are a zombie I am going to beat you to a bloody pulp." I take a deep breathe and repeat "Please, don't be a zombie. Please don't be a zombie," over and over. Heart beating, I step in front of the door.

Half expecting to have a zombie lunge at me, I'm a little shocked by what I see. The more serious Son of Sparda, Vergil, hangs upside down in the center of the room. He looks pretty disheveled. He has duct tape on his mouth and his hands are bound with both rope and duct tape. A bit over kill, yes? Who has the guts to tie up one of the sons of Sparda and get away with it? It's like just walking into Mordor. You can't just walk in then expect to leave like nothing happened.

"Vergil?" I gasp in disbelief, lowering my two by four, "What the fuck are you doing… upside down?"

"Mmmphh," He groans, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, haha, right… You can't answer that tied up…" I laugh, embarrassed and he glares at me. I put the two by four down and search the random desks that are piled up against the wall for something to cut him free from his binds.

"Mmmppph…" Vergil groans once more as I put my hand on his face and dig my fingers under the duct tape and pull. "That…" Vergil breathes, voice coarse and nasally, "was most…painful."

"You could say ouch like a normal person. Even better, 'Thank you, Liam for saving me even though I'm going to try and kill you later on this week'. How about that? Not only would it be nice it'd make me feel better for not letting you dangle to death." I use the blade of Yamato to cut the rope and duct tape from his hands. I pull them off and throw them off to the side. "So… how'd you even get like this? Lose a bet? Get drunk? Crazy fan girl kidnap you?"

"I… I don't remember…" He sighs.

"You don't remember?" I cock an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean that don't remember?" I hack away at the ropes still holding the son of Sparda upside down.

"Just that," He replies, holding his arms out towards the ground to support his upper body weight. The rope snaps and he simply falls to the ground. He doesn't even grunt or say so much as an ouch or fuck. "What are you doing here?" He asks, getting to his feet and dusting himself off.

"I actually haven't got the slightest idea," I shrug, "I kind of just woke up here…"

"I remember watching you fight the Jester…that's it…" He says, snatching Yamato from my hands. He walks out of the door and I follow after him.

Guess I'm not getting a "thank you", huh?

"Funny, because the last thing I remember is getting shot in the leg with a bloody arrow. Then I woke up here," I try to laugh about it, but I can't bring myself to do so. I mean, seriously. What if this is a plan by one of them? Vergil could be playing me for all I know. Leading me right into a trap. What if I'm in the game right now or whatever? He might try to cut me down at any moment. I'd better keep my guard up…

Just then a loud buzzing like sound echoes the halls.

"Welcome, Liam and Vergil to the Trick House," A woman's voice booms over a loud speaker, "The only way out is to find all eight of your friends or whatever you like to call them and find me!" She cackles like a mad woman. "If you try to leave you'll just be teleported back up to where you were found and you'll have to do it all over again with no memory of the previous times! Same goes with if you die! Well, happy hunting!" She giggles and the loud speaker cuts off.

"What the fuck?" Is the first thing I say.

"Who was that?" Vergil asks, turning to me.

"Hell if I know," I shrug.

"I would not like to be strung upside down again, so don't even let it cross your mind to leave the building," Vergil frowns.

"What if she's just a crazy fan girl? What if she's expecting us not to go outside and we can? What if she's lying about whoever's friends being here?" I ask.

"Let's not risk it," He says crossing his arms.

"Can we at least try?"

"No."

"I'm trying it."

"No, you're not."

"Yeah? And who's gonna stop me? You? You can't lay a finger on me outside of the game so hah. Just try and stop me," I grin, starting off towards the stairs.

"I can't kill you. No one said anything about not hurting you," Vergil says.

I turn around to face him, smile, then I take off down the hallway. For all I know that crazy woman could be playing us. She could be plotting ways to keep us in here.

"Get back here!" Vergil calls out behind me. I hear his shoes click down the hallway after me. I just keep running, not wanting to let him catch up to me.

Eventually I make it down the steps and to the entrance. What if that crazy woman isn't kidding? What if I really do have to do all of that over? Ah, hell. Might as well give it a try. Just as Vergil rounds the corner, I push open the front doors and a flash of white light envelops my entire body.

"Agh… god… my head…" I groan sitting up, hand on my head, to find myself in the most unsanitary room I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The entire room looks like something that Bethesda made for Fallout 3 or something.

I immediately notice that I'm no longer wearing the clothes that I been during the fight with Jester. Now I'm wearing a yellow sweatshirt with a black shirt underneath, along with a pair of baggy faded blue jeans and black tennis shoes.

"Where the hell am I?" I groan getting to my feet.

I feel like I've been here before.

How the fuck did I even get here in the first place? The last thing I remember was getting shot in the leg by some like super assassin who uses a bow and arrows. Even the Jester fell to this mysterious assassin from a fatal shot to the head. Definitely something I don't want to see again. I'm sure a building like this wouldn't be found in the suburbs. More like I'm somewhere in the city.

Was all that with Dante and the others just a dream? It felt so real… All the injuries- getting tranquilized, getting stabbed in the leg, shot in the leg, having my head slammed against the concrete- all those emotions… they couldn't have been just apart of my dream.

As venture I down the long stretch of hallway I hear some groaning. Of course my immediate thought is zombies. I pick up a random 2X4 from of the ground and carefully approach the room that the noise is coming from. Oh god. Please don't let me be in a zombie infected house. Please.

"I-Is someone there?" I ask, holding the piece of wood in a batting position.

"Mmmph!"

Half expecting to have a zombie lunge at me, I'm a little shocked by what I see. The more serious Son of Sparda, Vergil, hangs upside down in the center of the room. He looks pretty disheveled. He has duct tape on his mouth and his hands are bound with both rope and duct tape. A bit over kill, yes? Who has the guts to tie up one of the sons of Sparda. It's like just walking into Mordor. You can't just walk in then expect to leave like nothing happened.

"Vergil?" I gasp in disbelief, lowering my two by four. I suddenly begin laughing hysterically. "Oh my god… What happened to you…?"

"Mmmphh," He groans, eyes narrowing.

Having no luck with the desks, I move onto the closet. When I open the doors, something drops out of it and lands by feet. I bend down to get a closer look and realize that it's Vergil's sword, Yamato. I pick it up without a second thought and pull it out of its sheath. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself holding Vergil's blade, at least without him being dead on the ground beside me.

"Mmmppph…" Vergil groans once more as I put my hand on his face and dig my fingers under the duct tape and pull. "That…" Vergil breathes, voice coarse and nasally, "was most…painful."

"I… I don't remember…" He sighs.

"You don't remember?" I cock an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean that don't remember?" I hack away at the ropes still holding the son of Sparda upside down.

"I actually haven't got the slightest idea," I shrug, "I kind of just woke up here…"

"I remember watching you fight the Jester…that's it…" He says, snatching Yamato from my hands. He walks out of the door and I follow after him.

Guess I'm not getting a "thank you", huh?

Just then a loud buzzing like sound echoes the halls.

"Oh my god, Liam!" A woman's voice booms over a loud speaker. "If you run out that front door one more damn time I'm erasing you from existence!"

"What is she talking about?" I ask, turning to Vergil.

"I think she's hysterical," Vergil replies shrugging.

"I am hysterical! And you want to know why?" She doesn't even bother to wait for us to answer, "because your wonderful friend here keeps testing his damn luck by leaving the Trick House even though I specifically say 'Don't even think about leaving or you will have to start over again without your memories of the previous times'. Jesus freakin' Christ! Learn to listen! This is the seventh time I'm repeating this damn speech! This was supposed to be cut and dry!"

"Uhm…" I scratch my head nervously, "Uhm… what are you talking about? Are you high?" Beside me Vergil nods his head in agreement.

"Fuck you!" She screams. There's a long pause before she decides to speak again. This time her voice is all bubbly, "Welcome, Liam and Vergil, to the Trick House! The only way out is to find all eight of your friends or whatever you want to call them, on the upper levels. Once you find them, you will be able to find me on the first floor. And for the love of everything cute and cuddly, don't try to leave the building or you will have to start all over… again. Also if you die, which you have yet to achieve, the same thing happens. Did I make myself clear this time? Are you actually going to find anyone besides Vergil?"

"Are you telling me… I've been stuck in this so called 'Trick House' of yours because I keep trying to leave without finding everyone else?" I ask staring up at the ceiling.

"Yes! Now get a move on it- not towards the damn entrance!" She yells and the loud speaker cuts off.

Vergil and I exchange glances.

"So…" I start to say.

"Don't even think about it," He interrupts grabbing hold of my arm. "If she is telling the truth about this place and you messing up things seven times, we'd better just get this over with or we might be stuck here forever."

"And what if she isn't? What if she's some crazed fan girl that's going to rape you guys? Huh?" I ask, trying to wiggle free from his ironclad grip.

"Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take," He starts pulling me along towards the stairs. "I will break your legs if you try to run away."

"But you can't touch me outside of battle," I say triumphantly. I struggle to keep up with his long strides.

"No, we can't kill you," He says as a matter-of-factly.

"Oh well, that makes me feel so much better, thank you," I smirk, giving up with trying to keep pace with him. I allow myself to be dragged against the floor.

Eventually, Vergil gets fed up with me and let's me drop to the ground. I almost crack my head on the tile but Vergil grabs a hold of my bangs "Ow! Ow! Ow!" and sits me upright.

"If you try running away, I will cut you where you stand," He warns, holding Yamato up to my neck.

"All right man. I get the message…" I scoff, getting to my feet.

So as ill luck would have it, Vergil and I begin our journey to find whoever else might also be stick in this "Trick House". I really hope there aren't zombies…or leeches.

The two of us walk up the stairs without so much as a single word. You probably already know this, but Vergil is a man of many words. He never shuts the hell up. It's like "Whoa, man, if you talk anymore my ears are going to burst into flames." Okay, I'm lying he doesn't talk at all. It's just really awkward when you know that he might possibly be the one to kill you later. I'm really trying to think of something to say but most of them have to do with him having to kill me or the fact they have assumed the roles of my favorite teachers. Not real conversation starters either. Well, at least not if I want to keep my legs.

The third floor turns out to be a lot neater than the second. In fact, it looks like a three year old decorated the place. It's full of rainbows and butterflies and whatever else three year olds think about. There's even a stuffed unicorn in one of the rooms.

"I don't like this floor…" I say after catching a glimpse of a Furby.

"Nor do I…"

"This place gives me the creeps…" I shiver, continuing on my way.

We search room after room for whoever we should be looking for. Speaking of which who are we looking for anyway? If it's all the DMC characters than screw this. I'm gonna go sit in a corner.

"Dante?" Vergil calls out suddenly, while I'm looking in another room.

This just gets better and better…

Vergil stands in the doorway of the room. A mixture of confusion and shock covers his face. As soon as I walk into the room I'm appalled by what I see. My sister and Dante are tied together- face to face, chest to chest. Their mouths are covered with duct tape too. However, they aren't hanging from the ceiling like Vergil was.

"What the hell?" I scream, shoving Vergil out of the way and rushing over towards my sister, "Florence! Are you okay?"

"MMMMPPPH!" She frantically wiggles around in her. Dante watches her unimpressed.

Vergil pushes me off to the side, and with one sweep of Yamato the ropes holding them together fall to the ground. Florence immediately shoves Dante away from her. She pulls off the duct tape screaming "fuck" as she does. She throws it off to the side and latches onto me, crying.

"L-Liam!" She cries, "I-I-I though we were going to have our… our organs taken!" She sobs into my shoulder and I pat her on the head.

"Well… I hope that's not really what this is…" I tell her as she holds onto me tighter. If she holds any tighter she might break one of my ribs. "And you!" I point an accusatory finger at Dante who laughs heartily at his twin brother, "Don't touch my sister, freak!"

"How could I not want to touch something as elegant as her?" He sniggers.

"Dante, don't-" Vergil says trying to stop the escalating argument before it can develop any further.

"Don't even look at her!" I yell, pushing my still crying sister behind me. She mumbles something about wanting to keep her kidneys.

Dante crosses his arms and a smug grin appears on his face. "Like I'd even want to be tied up with something as ugly as that."

Florence immediately stops crying and hisses, "Sh-Shut up! I'm not ugly! I'm beautiful!" She sniffs and wipes away her tears with the sleeve of her shirt.

I roll my eyes. Vergil leaves the room shaking his head and no one even bothers to stop him.

"Can't please everyone, babe," Dante winks. Florence huffs behind me a series of curses, "And I definitely can't have someone with such a foul mouth."

"Fuck you!" She snaps.

"Guys, I really think-" I start to say.

"Gladly! When and where, baby?" He winks.

"Shut your mouth, creep!" I yell, brotherly instincts kicking in once again, "Keep you mouth shut or I will make us restart this shit over again and next time I'll leave you and just take my sister!"

Dante cocks an eyebrow at me. "What are you talkin' about, kid?"

"Yeah…" Florence comes to stand in front of me.

"Apparently we're being held hostage by some mentally unstable fan girl," I scratch my head, "If we leave or die we have start this again with no memories of the previous times. We have to find six other people trapped in this building and then find the freak to get out of here."

"That's…impossible…" Florence breathes, "How do you know she's telling the truth?"

"I don't," I smirk, crossing my arms, "But Vergil does and has threatened to break my legs if I so as look like I'm going to try."

Dante laughs at this.

Vergil steps in the room. "You three might want to come take a look at this…"

Florence is the first to leave followed by Dante.

"You called us out here for this?" I hear Florence snort in disbelief.

I walk out of the room to find them crowded around the black and white Furby I had seen minutes earlier.

"What the hell?"

"I came out here since you three were wasting time and it was down the hallway. When I went to tell you three it was standing right there," Vergil smirks pointing at the Furby.

"What is this thing anyway?" Dante asks, kicking it over. The Furby blinks and I feel a chill go down my spine.

"Some people call them Furby. Others call it demon spawn. It's pure evil. It's the equivalent to Mundus." I tell him.

"People are afraid of this?" Dante snorts.

"Don't say it like that. You have no idea," I smirk, crossing my arms, "These things… I swear… they're possessed by demons or something."

"Yeah right, kid," He laughs, stomping on it.

"I love you~" The Furby says eyes blinking rapidly.

Dante immediately steps away from it, eyes wide.

"See I told you…"

"Let's just… get out of here…" Florence eye twitches at the sight of the blinking Furby, "That thing is giving me the creeps."

"Yeah…" Dante and I nod our heads in agreement.

However, when we turn around there are more Furbys sitting on the floor. Each of them blink one after the other and chime the same words "I love you". Holy fuck! What the hell is going on? Night of the Living Furbys!

Florence latches onto my arm. Even Dante looks a little taken a back by their sudden appearance. Vergil, on the other hand, stares at them with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Uhm… those weren't there before were they?" I already know the answer to that and now I'm prompted to get the hell out of here before some freaky crap goes down.

"I'm tired of these little creepy… whatever they are!" Dante yells punting two of them across the room. They hit the wall at the end of the hallway and slide to the ground motionless. He disposes of the others by doing the same. He wipes his hands together when he done. "That wasn't even a challenge."

And then things get even weirder. A door at the end of the hallway flies of its hinges and Furbies gushing out of it like water. One by one the doors break off their hinges and Furbies flood the hallway. Florence takes off in the opposite direction, pulling me along. Involuntarily I grab a fistful of Vergil's trench coat and he barely budges. He pulls out Yamato, fully prepared the demonic fur robots.

"There's too many of them!" I yell over the 'I love you's. The door besides us explodes, hitting Dante and knocking him into the wall. Florence and I scream as a wave of Furbies sweep us off our feet.

Even Vergil succumbs to their wave, as does Dante, who disappears beneath them. I struggle to keep my head above the sea of Furbies. I feel Florence's fingers slip through mine and she disappears from view moments later. The only person I can see is Vergil. He tries to swing the Yamato while we're being washed away by them, but one hits his hand and the blade flies out of his hand and vanishes in the wave. He grumbles something.

"Vergil!" I yell, losing my fight to stay above them. He doesn't hear me, at least I don't think he does. A Furby hits me in the eye and I go under- but not before screaming bloody murder.

I'm probably suffocated by Furbies for about five seconds before I'm wrenched back up to the surface by Vergil. He sits atop of an upturned wooden table with Dante and Florence. He pulls me up and sits me next to my sister.

"Get ready to jump for the stairs," Vergil tells us. I notice the wave of Furbies pouring down the staircase to the second floor. I shakily get to my feet holding one of the legs as a support. The others do the same. When we have to jump we do. I hit my shoulder on the corner of one of the steps. Vergil manages to land on the flat platform with ease. Dante lands right next to me and Florence hits into the back of him. He barely budges and she bounces off of him and rolls down the steps. She grabs onto the railing to stop herself from plunging straight into the Furbies.

"Ugh… My god…" I groan, twisting and turning. "My fucking shoulder…my damn shoulder…"

"If you think your shoulder's feelin' bad, kid, you should look at your face," Dante whistles.

"Sh-Shut up…" I groan reaching out to punch him with my uninjured arm. He steps out of my reach. Florence helps me to my feet and we proceed to the upper level.

Please, no more fuckin' Furbies!

When we reach the fourth floor, it's like we're in a completely different building. The long stretch of hallway is dimly lit and has nicely polished wooden floors and wooden paneled walls. An ornate violet rug is rolled all the way down the other end of the hallway. There are a few antique wooden stands with either cherubs or small potted plants in shiny white vases sitting atop them.

"I have no hopes for this floor…" I smirk, still holding my shoulder. I really hope I haven't broken it… I've broken a leg before and that beyond painful. Even I cried tears of pain. Manly tears of pain that is…

We begin our descent down the hallway. No one says a single word as we check each room without a doubt still scarred from the Furby incident. I know I am and will be for as long as I live.

Just as we're about to search the third room I see someone or something skitter across the hallway into a room three doors away. "Guys, someone's over there," I tell them pointing my finger shakily in that direction. "And I swear to fucking Nobuo Uematsu if it's a fucking zombie we are not going to rescue whom ever needs to be rescued on this floor and I don't care what you may say otherwise. When zombies are thrown into the equation your argument is invalid."

"I second that," Florence agrees.

"Pfft," Dante sniggers, "Zombies are nothing."

"Maybe not when there's one of them and a bunch of well-educated people who know how to tell when someone's a zombie. But when there's one of them and a bunch of people whom haven't seen enough zombie films to tell that the person isn't just sick they want your brains, flesh, organs- whatever, then that's when their a serious problem. And then those zombies get out and bite another group of uneducated people and it repeats over and over until we have a full blown zombie apocalypse on our hands, then tell me it's nothing." I tell him.

Dante rolls his eyes and we cautiously proceed forward with Vergil leading the way. As we get closer to the door we hear people laughing. Vergil walks calmly over to the room with me right by his side.

"Jordan?" Florence gasps covering her mouth.

Jordan Parker sits at the end of a fancy wooden table covered in food sipping out of a tea cup. He wears a black and white pinstriped tail coat suit and a black tall hat. For a reason unknown to me he wears a monocole over his right eye. Don't even get me started on the two people also at the table- Bayonetta and Trish. They're both dressed in black ballroom dresses and their hair is pulled back into neat buns. All three of them wear a silver necklace with a big ruby rock on the end. Unlike Dante, Florence, and Vergil, they are not tied up.

Dante looks appalled at the sight of this. We stand in the doorway afraid to move any further.

What the hell is this? The 1800's?

"Oh! You're here!" Jordan claps, getting to his feet. "See ladies, I told you entertainment would be arriving shortly. A little late than usual and…" He snubs, " a tad bit unruly."

Trish and Bayonetta softly giggle into their hands.

"Well, don't just stand there," Jordan hisses, "get on with your performance. The sooner you carnies are out of here the better."

"Fuck you, Jordan. This isn't funny," Florence says, crossing her arms. It's really far beyond the level of creepy.

Jordan cocks an eyebrow at us. Bayonetta and Trish look shocked by her choice of words. "What a foul mouth you have young lady," He shakes his head, "I guess that's how uncivilized women are. See ladies. This is what turn into if you start being impolite. She doesn't even tidy herself up."

"Jordan, I'm going to ki-" Florence starts advancing on her friend, but Vergil pushes her behind him.

"I believe he's brainwashed," Vergil says low enough for the three of us to hear.

"No, you think?" I say sarcastically.

"Someone do something then!" Florence whispers loudly.

"Fuck that. The only thing I'm going to do is beat his memory back into him," I hiss. I will not go along with this. No way in hell.

All of us turn at Dante who just stares back at us with a wide grin. "I don't think so."

"I think it's only fair since you're probably the reason the Furbies made a fuckin' wave to take us out," I say trying to shove him forward. He doesn't budge, but instead grabs a fistful of my sweater and shoves me forward.

I stumble to the ground and Jordan and the two women laugh. I look back at my group and give them the finger. Dante grins.

Ah, god. What am I supposed to do for entertainment? Do something stupid funny maybe? What am I good at? Well video games for one and twisting around the truth. Ahaha! I can repeat my favorite scene from a video game.

I get to my feet and clear my throat. I can do this… whatever this is. But which scene should I act out. There are so many good ones.

List No. 13: Top Ten Moments in Video Games (Yeah! Spoilers!)

1. Link receiving the master sword in the Temple of Time in Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Probably one of the best moments in video game history. I don't remember how old I was when I first played OoC, but I was but a wee lad who was just starting to discover video games. When I first saw this scene, I wondered how much effort it took him to pick up a weapon bigger than he was.

2. Finding out that James Sunderland suffocated Mary Shepherd with a pillow in Silent Hill 2. I probably should've expected this. I mean there were just hints about through the entire game. Still, I was a little shocked that James killed her. I mean, what the fuck? How do you forget something like that. Oh my wife died from an illness. I believe it was called pillowinyourfaceitis.

3. After beating Skeith, Kite finds out that the Terror of Death is the least of his problems in .hack/Infection. Kite's face at the end when he see's Cubia really makes me feel for him. Now he has to go through so much more trials and tribulations to save his best friend and everyone else from a coma. And even with seeing how impossible his goal may be, he never once gives up.

4. When Heather Mason throws up the fetal god and Claudia, in an attempt to save it, eat it in Silent Hill 3. I think this… doesn't need an explanation… Ugh…

5. When Kefka actually succeeds in destroying the world in Final Fantasy VI. I was definitely not expecting this to happen. I mean, of all the badass villains in the FF universe, the psychotic clown succeeds in destroying the world? That alone should be some incentive to the other villains.

6. When Minerva says Desmond's name while talking to Ezio in Assassin's Creed II. How creepy was that? Even better when Ezio doesn't even realize that she's talking through him. I'm sure Desmond was thinking "what the fuck?" at the same time too. I know I sure was.

7. Zack Fair bravely fighting to protect Cloud Strife in Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII. One of the most depressing moments in all of video gaming history. You know he's going to end up dying at the end and yet you keep playing because you want to see how everything really went down. I honestly can say I laughed when I saw him die in the original Final Fantasy VII. But while playing at him in Crisis Core and actually getting to know him, it was really sad to see him go.

8. Fighting the Iron Maiden/Regenerators for the first time in Resident Evil 4. Self-explanatory.

9. Finding out Yoshiya Kiryu is the Composer in The World Ends With You. I was expecting Joshua to have something to do with the Reaper Games, but I certainly did not expect him to be the Composer. I even thought he was really dead.

10. Discovering that Fayt Leingod's father experimented on his own son and gave him the Destruction gene in Star Ocean: Till the End of Time. What a douche bag of a father. And why the hell would you give him the power to destroy stuff? That's just… wrong!

"Don't just stand there, Liam!" Florence shouts, "Do something!"

"I don't know what to do! There are just so many awesome video game moments and I don't know which to choose!" I yell.

"Bah," Jordan huffs, giving us a distasteful look, "Guards take these…monsters out of here." He claps his hand.

"Jordan! I'm two seconds from tackling you across that damn table!" I yell pointing a finger at him.

Just as I say that four stone guards holding spears march into the room and start grabbing the others. The only one they really succeed in grabbing is Florence, who is taken away kicking and screaming. Dante and Vergil don't take too kindly to being escorted out and fight the guards with their bare hands. The one meant for me comes at me charging. I yelp and start running away.

"Now this is quite entertaining!" Jordan laughs hysterically. Bayonetta and Trish follow suit.

I notice the necklace around their necks glowing strangely. I probably need to get rid of them. I slide over the table, knocking food and wine onto the floor. I tackle Trish who tries to flee the room with Bayonetta. She screams, twisting and turning in my grip. We tumble around on the floor for a few seconds before I manage to secure the necklace in my hand and rip it off of her. The ruby shatters in my hand. She stops trashing around and stares at me, unsure of what to make of the entire situation. "What are you doing?" She asks, pushing me off of her. I don't even hit the ground before I'm lifted into the air by one of the stone guards.

"Trish!" I yell as I'm carried away, "The necklace! Grab the necklace off of Jordan's neck!"

Trish doesn't even take a second to stop and think of where she is and why the four of us- well just Florence and I since Dante and Vergil seem to be holding their ground pretty well- are getting carted off by the guards. She just gets to her feet and runs at Jordan. And Jordan at the sight of this, turns to high tail it out of there.

"HELP ME!" Florence screams clutching onto the frame of the door with all her might.

Dante dodges a sweep of the guard's spear and rolls away from it, towards the table. He picks up a silver platter and slides the food onto the ground. He turns to face the guard and taunts it by shooing it. The guard stabs at him and Dante uses the silver platter as a shield.

Beside him Vergil side steps with each jab of the guard's spear.

Me? I just allow myself to get carried off.

Trish corners Jordan.

"You're not acting very lady like, Trish," He says, scooting against the wall and looking for a way out of the mess.

"Give me the damn amulet," She grabs hold of his arm and he proceeds to stab her, at least not before she wrenches the necklace off of his neck. Florence and I fall to the ground and the guards crumple to the ground and turn into nothing more than sand.

"What the hell?" Jordan says, looking Trish up and down, "What the heck are you wearing? What are we in the 1800's?"

Trish looks down and her face scrunches up in disgust. "What am I wearing?" She twirls around to face us. "Well?"

"Uhm… a dress?" I answer wiping myself off.

"What the fuck am I wearing and where the hell am I?" Jordan asks, taking off the monocle and throwing it off to the side. He begins peeling off his jacket along with his hat. He groans when he sees that he's wearing suspenders.

"Some fan girl's dream torture."

"Well, that's certainly believable… But why are we here? Why did she take us," Jordan does a double take when he looks at me, "and what happened to you?"

"One word. Furbies," I reply.

Florence runs over to Jordan and pulls him into a hug. I hear Dante snicker behind me. "I'm glad you're okay," She pulls away and slaps him. The sound echoes the room. "and that's what you get for sicking those… those statues on us!"

Jordan holds his red cheek with his hand, "Ow! Well sorry I wasn't exactly me!"

"Hey… Where's Bayonetta? No one grabbed the necklace off of her neck," Dante pipes up.

"Shit…" I groan.

"Well, we better find her before she tries to leave…" Dante suggests.

"We should only need to find three more people," Vergil tells us as we walk out of the room.

"One of them has to be that Nero guy," Florence says.

"And Agnus," Vergil sighs deeply.

"W-What?" Jordan and I burst out laughing.

"It's better for all of us if you don't ask," He says leading us down the hallway.

"And Quinn might be here. Only makes sense if he's here too. If anyone shouldn't be here it's Ginger," Jordan winks, at Florence who just glares back him. Poor girl, always the center of everyone's jokes.

"Let's split up and find here. We'll cover more ground that way," Trish says disappearing into a nearby room.

Almost as soon as Dante enters a room- I volunteer to be the lookout in the hallway- a lamp swings his way in the hands of Bayonetta. He ducks and reaches his up, ripping the necklace off of the female angel killer. She drops the lamp to the ground and stares at us. "What am I doing here?" She asks, staring Dante and I down. "And what am I wearing?"

The others make their way back towards us.

"Well, babe," Dante grins, "You were brainwashed."

"Hmmph," She scoffs, "That's highly unlikely." She starts pulling off her dress.

"DON'T!" I scream, red faced.

"What are you, gay?" Dante asks raising an eyebrow at me.

"No! My little brother may be here! I don't want him to be… exposed to that yet!" I say in my defense. Besides all we need is a half naked woman venturing the halls with us.

Beside me Vergil clears his throat, "I'd also prefer if you kept your clothes on."

"There's really no need to be modest about it," Jordan says patting him on the back, "Keep your damn clothes on, Bayonetta. We don't need Quinn seeing that… no matter how uncomfortable you may be in it. Think of the children, woman!" He points at me.

"H-Hey!" I yell. Technically I'm not adult yet so yeah…

Bayonetta sighs heavily, "Let's just find the rest of them so I can get out of these horrific clothes."

"So were you really brainwashed?" I ask, Jordan and Trish.

"If you really must know, the last thing I remember seeing is you getting your head smashed against the ground over and over. Then when I woke up, Trish was standing in front of me and all you were staring at me," Jordan explains, "Was I really a jerk when I was brainwashed?"

"Yes," Everyone, aside from Bayonetta, responds at the same time.

"Hah, well that's nice to know that being brainwashed didn't change my true personality," He laughs as we walk up the steps to the next and final floor.

Florence shakes her head disapprovingly.

When we make it to the next floor the eight of us stand staring at what is before us. This hallway looks like something out of the beginning of Silent Hill: Homecoming. It's like we're in a rusty metal giant metal cage with little cells off to the side. It reeks of rotting flesh or something close to it.

"Is anybody else thinking what I'm thinking?" Jordan asks looking from one person to the other.

"I'm sure we all are," Dante replies, stepping forward into the hallway.

"Can we just hurry this up?" I feel a shiver go down my spine. If I see a single bloody nurse, I'm screaming my head off until it explodes. I will go down in history for that.

Florence latches onto Jordan, who just shrugs and leaves her be. Any other time I'm sure he would of pushed her off and told her she was being a scaredy cat.

As we reach the halfway point of the hallway, a blood curdling scream echoes around us. I hear what sounds like a chainsaw revving up. My entire body freezes with fear.

"I really don't want to be the one to point this out, but that sounds like a fucking chainsaw," Jordan says. He laughs nervously afterwards, but I can tell he's just as afraid as the rest of us. Well, scratch that, as afraid as Florence and I. Vergil and the others don't even look bothered by any of this at all.

I know damn well where my fear of chainsaws originated from- Resident Evil 4. The first time I played RE4 I must've been around 12 or 13 years old. When I first came across the chainsaw guy, I managed to get ambushed from behind by him and let's just say I screamed so loud I'm pretty sure everyone in the neighborhood thought I was being murder.

The floor clatters with each step we take and the screaming continues does not relent. Definitely does not sound like Agnus or Nero screaming- though I won't put it past them.

Eventually we get closer to the room and it's at that point I realize who is screaming- Quinn. I feel my heart skip a beat and I push past the others and run on ahead.

"Liam wait!" Florence yells.

I ignore her and continue on my way. I hear laughing as I get closer and closer. And not normal laughing. Mad scientist, Hojo, laughing. And oh my god. What the fuck? I can't fight off someone who has a chainsaw. What am I gonna use? I don't have a weapon. But if that really is Quinn, I can't just leave him be to suffer like that.

I peer into the rusty room to see my younger brother strapped down to an operating room table. I've never seen fear like this before in anybody. Quinn screams bloody murder with his eyes tightly closed shut. He twists and turns in the leather strapping's holding him down.

On the other side of the room, Nero stands playfully revving up the chainsaw. My brother, if possible, screams louder at this. Beside him, Agnus snickers. I notice they both wear a strange emerald colored bracelet. But there is no way I'm getting to that bracelet without confronting them.

"HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Quinn wails, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh look at the baby cry!" Nero laughs, " Want your big heroic brother to come save you? Well, guess what? He's not coming! No one is!"

"F-Fuck you, Mr. White!" Quinn screams.

I snort at this.

I feel someone's hand touch my back and it turns out to be Vergil. He takes one look inside and his eyebrows furrow. He marches into the room followed by me and the others.

Nero notices us and grins, "Looks like the whole gang is here!" He titters. "Now the party has really started. Just the way I'd want this blood bath to be!"

"Liam!" Quinn cries out. A little bit of hope fills his eyes as he looks at me and the others.

"Put the chainsaw down, Nero," Vergil demands. Someone is taking a civil approach at this…

"Hmmph," He huffs, swinging the chainsaw around. Everyone instinctively steps back and Quinn starts screaming once again. "You're not the boss of me. I'm just havin' a little fun!"

"By torturing my brother?" I yell.

"It's only fair," He shrugs, "Since the two of you have been being a real pain in my ass lately."

"Can someone just… kill him or something? He's totally lost it. Bonkers. Nuts. Crazy. Need I say anymore?" Jordan whispers.

"Hey, kid," Dante steps forward, "You don't really want to do this. Kyrie wouldn't want it like this." Her names sends a shudder down my spine. I will never get over that dream. Ever.

"How would you know what she wants?" He spats, lowering the chainsaw a little, "She's not here! She won't be! Until he's," he points at me, "dead!"

"Haha, you serious?" I laugh, but quickly catch myself before he can notice.

"Then how about we make a trade? Him," Dante points at me, "for the kid?" He motions in the direction of Quinn, who still struggles to get out of his binds. I eye him, wearily.

Nero snorts, "Feh! Like I'd fall for that!"

"You can have him kid," Dante insists, "He's been being a real pain in my back side. Thinks some crazy fan girl has set us all up."

I cross my arms and glare up at him. "I'll swap with my brother. Just let him go."

Nero raises an eyebrow at me. "Hmm… fine… If you really want your brother to be out of harms way so badly…" I gulp and look from Dante to Vergil. They both nod their heads. "Well, don't just stand there, go untie him. Agnus, help him."

Agnus nods and skitters over to the operating room table. I slowly step forward. Please, please let them have a plan. Everything inside of me is screaming not to go through with this.

Florence's older sister instinct must kick in because she grabs my arm and pushes me behind her. "Take me instead," She says, in stern voice.

"Florence, no-" Jordan reaches his arm for her, but she slaps it away.

"So I can chop you up instead of your brothers?" He cackles.

"Yes," Though her voice falters a bit she still looks pretty serious about this.

"Well then," Nero claps. Brainwashed!Nero scares the living crap out of me by the way. "Then come on over!"

Florence nods and walks over to the table, not a hint of fear present on her face. Jordan grunts a series of curses. She proceeds to help Agnus untie our little brother.

"Your sister's got balls," Dante whispers.

"I know," I nod. I should be the one out there. I know sometimes I can be a little cowardly but I always manage to come through. Florence? Well, she's just Florence. Not really brave nor cowardly. Not very lucky either. Though I'm sure she stands a better chance up there than I do since all Nero has on his mind is chopping me to pieces because his girlfriend isn't here and I won't just roll over and die.

Quinn pulls my sister into a hug. Florence lifts him off of the operating table, hugging him tightly.

"Now!" She screams. The room goes dark and I feel someone pull me into the dimly lit hallway. I hear Nero say a string of curses over the revving chainsaw.

When I'm able to see, I find that it's Trish who has pulled me from the room. Florence pushes her way passed us and flees down the hallway with a sobbing Quinn in her arms. Jordan and Bayonetta follow promptly behind them.

"We need to get that bracelet off of them," Vergil says.

"That's a lot easier said than done," Dante replies.

"Well yeah, he has a freakin' chainsaw," I put in.

"What if we distract him?" Trish suggests still pulling me along.

"I think I know how we can," Vergil says glancing at me through the corner of his eyes.

"Oh! What? No way, man!" I stop running trying to pull away from the woman. I end up being pulled forward without much of a struggle. I swear, Trish is pretty damn strong… "I fucking hate you people!"

"Let's rock!" Dante says, shortly before the two of them duck into a nearby rooms one on each side.

Nero emerges from the room with Agnus at his side. Trish holds me still in the middle of the hallway as she stands behind me.

"T-T-T-There he is!" Agnus stutters as he points at me.

Nero immediately swings in my direction. "Oh, so you've decided to stay and face me?" Nero says cocking his head to the side.

Not by choice.

"Yeah. I'm not afraid of you and your damn chainsaw. Or for that matter, your damn stuttering lackey," I yell.

And that is only half a lie. I'm not at all intimidated by Agnus. But Nero, on the other hand, is a totally different story. He has a chainsaw and well… he's Nero. Hell, I'd be on the first floor by now if Trish and the others weren't using me as bait.

"Heh! The only back up you have is a whore!" He yells. Trish shifts, but still clings onto my arm. I can tell she's insulted, but doesn't say anything in her defense.

"You're acting pretty high and mighty with that chainsaw. Are you afraid to take me on without it? Afraid you're gonna get your ass whooped?"

And then he does the unspeakable. He hurls the chainsaw at Trish and I. Trish, quick on her feet, pulls me against the wall with her. The chainsaw whips through the air passes us while I'm having an anxiety attack. It's only when Trish tells me to move is when I realize that Nero is charging at us. I, of course, scream pretty loud.

Just as he's about to pass the two door the Sons of Sparda are hiding in, the two of them ambush them. Vergil secures the bracelet from Agnus, who immediately goes into a stuttering fit, asking where he is and a bunch of other stuff. Dante, on the other hand, has a bit more difficulty getting the bracelet from Nero. He's knocked into the wall by Nero's devil arm. Then Nero proceeds forward to his true target, me.

"C'mon kid, is that all you've got?" Dante taunts getting to his feet.

Nero turns to say something in response, at which point Vergil tugs the bracelet off of him.

He stands there with a blank expression on his face. "Where am I?" He asks breathlessly.

"Busy trying to kill us!" I yell, trying to get over having a chainsaw hurled at me.

"Well kid," Dante slings his arm around the younger man's shoulder, "You're a little out there when you're brainwashed."

Nero slides away from Dante. "I was not brainwashed. I just woke up here. I think I would remember if I were brainwashed."

"Oh, you weren't brainwashed? So you mean tying my brother to a table and threatening him with a chainsaw and hurling the chainsaw at me wasn't you brainwashed?" I snap, "Because if it weren't, you have some serious emotional problems!"

"What?" Nero swivels around on his heels to look at me, "I didn't do that! Why would I use a chainsaw when I can just use my arm?"

"BECAUSE YOU WERE BRAINWASHED!" I yell.

Nero stays silent.

"Hey, look at the bright side," Dante intrudes, while I'm busy cursing my head off, "At least we can get out of here now and pretend like none of this ever happened."

"I will never ever forget being attacked by a swarm of Furbies, my sister's best friend, and having a chainsaw hurled at me!" I yell.

"I don't think I will either, but I've had worse happen to me," Dante shrugs.

We manage to find the other four on the third floor. Quinn starts screaming as soon as he lays eyes on Nero and Agnus. Nero tries to apologize to Quinn telling him he was brainwashed and he wasn't himself. Quinn, usually not the type to hold a grudge, screams at him and hides behind our sister. Jordan tries to make Quinn feel better by telling him that he was brainwashed too, but didn't try to kill anyone… or at least that's what he thinks. It doesn't help.

"So where do we find this woman at?" Vergil asks, as soon as we reach the first floor without incident.

"I don't know, but she did say something about the first floor when she yelling at us," I reply.

"Who are we looking for anyway?" Quinn asks, clinging onto Florence. He tries to stay as far away as possible from Nero and the stuttering psychopath.

"This woman… She apparently created this 'Trick House'."

"Why though? What's the point of all of this? Why are we even here?"

"When we find her, you can be the first to ask."

"If I don't kill her first."

"I think you can ask me now," A voice booms from behind us. All us immediately turn around. What we see is far from what I expected. A tan girl probably around 15 or 16, though she could certainly be older, with medium length black hair and glasses over her brown eyes stands in the middle of the hallway arms crossed. She's a little shorter than me, but not by much. She wears a black t-shirt that has the Portal logo in the middle. She wears a pair of light blue skinny jeans along with some yellow hip top converse. She even has on a Pac Man necklace. "Well? What are you just standing there for?" She extends her arms out to us. She looks so…average. How could someone like this be able to do this?

"Who the hell are you?" Jordan yells.

"Welp, some people call me Elliott, Yellow, Bring Your Own Kites… and oh yeah! Aeroga!" She smiles.

"How are you able to do all of this?" Vergil asks, stepping forward, "Are you a demon?"

"Oh gosh, no," She swoons, clapping her hands together, "I'm far from a demon. I'm definitely human."

"Shut up and answer the main question," Nero snarls.

The girl puffs out her cheeks and then bites her lip. "This was all just a result of writer's block and having lost my XBOX…again. I can't even destroy people in Call of Duty: Black Ops or Gears of War! I miss my XBOX so much! I wanted to have little bit of fun, but obviously it got pretty out of hand. Staring out the window for hours on end and working is not my idea of fun. Neither is writer's block. It kills the imagination and lasts forever. I think I put all of my ideas into Identity Crisis and Monochrome Dreams. I should've waited until I finished this to start up other stories." She laughs heartily.

All of us stare at her wide eyed.

Is this chick on crack? Heavy doses of crack laced with LSD? What the hell is she even talking about? She did this to get out of writer's block? I don't know how kidnapping some people can help with that. That's it. She's nuts. She's mentally unstable as I've said before.

"You're crazy," I breathe.

"Hmmphh…" She pouts some more, "No, just very, very bored."

"How are you able to do this? You still didn't answer me," Vergil asks.

"Well-"

"Will someone just beat the crap out of her so we can get out of here? This dress is annoying," Trish complains, fiddling around with the straps.

"Shut up," She says, with high emphasis on it, "This was fun at first. Now all of you are just getting on my nerves and I'm just angry. If you really must know who I am, I'm sure the readers have figured this out by now and left in rage when they found out they weren't going to find out what happened after Liam was shot in the leg with an arrow." I raise an eyebrow to her when she's says this, "I'm the creator. Well, of one," She points at me, "two," she points at Florence, "three," she points at Jordan, "and four!" She points at Quinn. "You guys, though," She motions at the others, "are property of Capcom. Except for Bayonetta. You're a Sega baby. So sadly I did not create you. If I did, Dante would not look like a skinny punk rock chick from the 90's…"

She's high. Yep. She's got to be high. She thinks she created us! I'm sure she isn't my mother unless my dad is a serious pedophile…

"What?" Dante hisses.

"Exactly!" The girl sobs comically into her hands, "They're ruining the badass icon of DMC. It breaks my heart to tell you this, but it's true. Maybe we'll find out if you're Nero's father or not." Nero grunts.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dante growls.

"Uh, it's true man. You were created by Capcom," Jordan says, looking genuinely concerned, as he pats the older man on the shoulder.

"No, not that! I know that. I've never looked like a punk rock chick."

"Well, apparently the creator or Ninja Theory insists on making you look so. I'm sure it won't be as bad as I'm making it sound since I can be a little dramatic at times… But my god. How could they!" The girl smirks.

"What did you mean when you said you created them?" Vergil asks, pointing at the four of us, "They're as human as you are, right?"

"Nope, they're just a figment of my imagination," She shrugs.

"No I'm not!" The four of us yell in unison.

The girl begins laughing hysterically, "I know everything about you! Every little detail!"

"No you don't! You're just a stalker!" I yell.

"Oh yes I do!" She giggles, "I know that Jordan went overseas to attend school in England so he would be closer to his parents even though that meant leaving behind his childhood friend. He attended Greenshaw High. I made it that way because I based him off of my friend who lives over seas and is real jerk at times… actually he is all of the time. I know you and your roommate kept a kitten named Gelato in secrecy since pets were banned from being in the dorms," Jordan's eyes widen at this, "Let's see… Florence… You were originally going to be the main character, but I ultimately decided against it since there were far too many fics with a female OC as the main character. Uh, you had a crush on the Delacour twins and after graduation you told them. Of course they were flattered, but told you that it was nothing more than that, a crush."

All of us turn towards Florence who is red faced.

"Is this…true?" I gasp.

"S-Sh-Shut up!" She hisses covering her face.

"Yes, it's true," The girl laughs, "Quinn, let's see… He was created to be the more innocent and intelligent of the Emmerich kids. He was in an original story of mine before making his way to this story along with Liam. I can't even say anything bad about this adorable little kid. Oh and I'm sorry about you having to be tortured by Nero. My imagination is a little out there sometimes." Beside me Quinn twitches his eye. "And you Liam, you were already created long before this story as I've already said. You were the hero of my original story. Well… not really hero… per se… If anything you were the antagonist. I know you love making mental lists and degrading people."

"W-What?" I yell, taken aback by this. How does she know that I make lists? No one knows about that. I've never found any one worthy of telling. I definitely wouldn't have told this crazy whatever this woman is about this. "Who the hell are you?"

"I've told you already!" She throws her hands in frustration, "I'm the creator! Not God or whatever you people believe in. I'm the creator!"

"All right. I've had enough of this. Can someone please just kill her or something? She's obviously too far gone to realize how crazy this all sounds." Jordan suggests.

"Heh…" The girl grins, "Let's all listen to Jordan! Because he knows absolutely everything."

"See!" He points at her.

I'm starting to agree with him.

"We can't just…kill her…" Florence says, meekly, "I mean if she does need medical attention or something… killing her would be just plain wrong…"

"Who cares?" Quinn shrugs, "She should've thought about that before she kidnapped us…" Definitely did not expect to hear that from him of all people.

"Hey you, little dude! Don't be mad at me because my imagination went awry!" She pouts, "Hmmph… this turned out to be quite the bummer. Never doing this again that's for sure." She crosses her arms.

What a freak.

"Oh, well, it was fun while it lasted," She sighs, holding up her hand, "You won't remember me, but I will definitely remember how mean you all were and I'll put you through sheer hell in the next chapter, I guarantee you that."

"What?"

And with that she snaps her fingers and a white light envelops all of us.

Aeroga: This is not a part of the canon storyline. I've been having a major writer's block these last couple of days and I came up with this to kind of hold you guys over until it goes away. Also my XBOX is officially dead. I was in the middle of playing Dragon Age: Origins when it shut off. It won't turn back on… Now I've got to get a new one, oh joy.

Oh, also you can now find this story on my Deviantart. Go to my bio page to find the link. I'll be posting little side stories to this fic.