(DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Silent Hill' or anything related, nor do I make any profit off of this work.)

Silent Hill: The One with a Crappy Plotline; Episode I

James Sunderland smiled slightly as he drove his vehicle down the road. The scenery displayed a rocky plain, which didn't really make sense since the town of Silent Hill is surrounded by a forest, but it fits the story.

An eight year- old, blonde girl with her hair tied back in a ponytail was sitting in the passenger seat, the seat belt keeping her in place.

"Where are we going?"

James, since leaving the deserted town, hadn't really thought of a destination, but he was more obsessed with the fact that he had overcome his pain and guilt and was starting over; yeah, like that would do any good in the real world.

"I'm talking to you, you know?" spoke the girl again, whose name happened to be Laura. James glanced at her before looking back at the road. "Well, uh, I guess Ashfield…My father works as a superintendent at an apartment complex there."

Laura giggled just the tiniest bit. "What type of job is that? Your dad must be poor or something…"

"Hey, don't insult my father."

"He works at an apartment building…"

"So?"

"An apartment building…"

"Look, if you're going to be living with me, you better stop it with that smart mouth," James stated in a firm manner. Of course, Laura wasn't exactly fazed by the statement.

The girl did not respond, and James did not continue with it, so a majority of the ride was kept in silence.

However, after about two hours or so, the city of Ashfield was not reached. Rather, the barren road and surroundings just kept repeating themselves over, and over, and over, and over… and over… and over…

"Strange…"

"What is?

"Our surroundings keep repeating themselves…"

"But they always do that in cartoons."

"But this isn't a cartoon…"

James pushed down on the brakes, and as the car stopped, he began to think. 'Strange… Could it be Silent Hill…?'
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Walter Sullivan awoke with the worst headache he'd ever experienced. He blinked a few times, noticing he was lying on his belly. There was music coming from above him, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of it… until the stereo fell from the bookshelf, landed on the back of his head, and dropped to the carpeted floor.

Walter, who had attempted to stand, fell back to the floor. "Damn…" he grumbled while rubbing the back of his head. He struggled a bit, but successfully stood before examining his surroundings.

He was standing in Room 302 of South Ashfield Heights, right beside the bookshelf Henry had in the corner of the room. He slowly started towards the kitchen area, his head turning to see the entire room. The chains had vanished; the walls no longer looked like they would ooze slime at any moment, and the wall hiding the secret storage room was in perfect shape.

Walter disregarded these minor things and shuffled forward, reaching out to the refrigerator door handle. His stomach growled loudly, and he stopped for a moment.

'Wait… What happened last night…? They… I…' Walter had reason to be pondering these things; early morning sunlight was pouring through the windows, and he had no memory of how the battle the night before had prevailed.

He remembered Henry there, in the final chamber of his alternate world… but that was where it ended…

Walter shrugged and opened the refrigerator, scanning its contents; aside from a single chocolate pudding in the far corner, it was empty, as was the freezer… and so were the cupboards, and drawers…

"Does he even eat?" Walter thought aloud before reluctantly grabbing the pudding and juggling it in his hands for a moment.

"Oh well…" He turned and took one of the spoons in the drawer. He stared at the spoon for a few seconds, but quickly ripped off the cover and began hastily devouring the pudding; once he was done, he wiped the chocolate around his mouth with his coat sleeve, put the spoon in the sink, and dropped the empty plastic container in the trash bin nearby.

Walter glanced around the room before walking out in search of food.
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James couldn't really describe it… He'd decided to just keep on driving, and a few minutes later, he was riding into Ashfield!

The rocky plains had just disappeared, revealing the outskirts of the city, and it confused him greatly.

Laura, however, didn't really notice the change, and only rubbed her eyes. "We're almost there, right? It was shorter than I thought…"

"Y-Yeah…" James responded while looking around. He shook his head. 'Nothing weird is going on… Nothing…'

So, after about five minutes, the two drove into the city of Ashfield… even though James didn't feel exactly right… He noted that things seemed… different… than when he'd left for Silent Hill… Nonetheless, he made his way to South Ashfield Heights…
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Frank Sunderland took a sip of his coffee as he flipped through the newspaper, quickly skimming through it. He was sitting at a somewhat large desk near the entrance of the apartment building, and he was oblivious to the events that took place during the night… aside for the fact that the red box containing Walter Sullivan's umbilical cord wasn't in his room anymore… but that wasn't much of a big deal.

His attention was brought to the entrance door, however, as it opened, revealing a blonde, little girl wearing what seemed to be a long- sleeved red shirt with jean overalls. She looked around quickly before noticing Frank.

She looked at him for a second, but then turned to face the outside. "Is he your dad, James?" she called. Frank gasped at that name. 'James…?'

"Hold on, Laura!" came a man's voice, and it caused Frank to stand as his son, James, walked inside. James glanced around, seeing Frank.

"Dad… Uh, hey-,"

"James!" Frank smiled gleefully and darted over to his son. "James, you're alive!"

James made a nervous chuckle. "What are you talking about Dad?" he asked while patting his father on the back as they parted. "I was never dead… I've only been gone for a few days…"

"Actually, it's been three years since I last saw you; we all thought the worst: that you had died!"

James scratched his head as Frank turned to Laura and grinned. "Did you and Mary get a little… heh heh, in secret?"

James flushed while reaching out for the newspaper. "Uh… no, we, we didn't…" He picked up the paper and held it close to his face, attempting to locate the date near the top right hand corner of the first page.

"Oh my…" The date displayed was: July 21, 2005.

"It… actually is three years later…" he murmured as the entrance door swung open, allowing a man with messily strewn about brown hair to step inside.

"Oh, Henry, you're back; are you all right?" inquired Frank as Henry approached them. "Yeah, I'm fine… Eileen should be ready to go later today…" he replied as Frank turned to James: "Ah, Henry, I'd like to introduce James; he's my long lost son!" exclaimed the older man as James shrugged.

Henry smiled slightly while extending his hand. "Henry Townshend."

"James Sunderland, nice to meet you," spoke the man as he shook his hand.

Frank cleared his throat. "You know, Henry… you stink…"

"Yeah, I know; I haven't had a damn shower in the last week… Oh, and by the way, I'm leaving this place; I didn't pay for a room in an apartment building screwed up by some psycho serial killer who thinks his mother is my room."

Frank had a bewildered expression on his face. "Uh… what…?"

"Laura?" James called, gaining the other two men's attention. "Where did she go now?"
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Laura wandered into the apartment room curiously; it was the only room with the door wide open.

There was a stereo lying on the floor beside the bookshelf in the corner, and an empty, plastic pudding container in the trash bin. Aside from that, though, there didn't seem to be anything peculiar about the room… except for the little kid with dark blonde hair, jeans, and a long- sleeved navy colored shirt with horizontal white lines that was walking out of the bathroom.

"Oh, hello!" he chirped upon seeing Laura. "I haven't seen any other kids my age…"

Laura's expression remained emotionless as she stared at the child version of Walter Sullivan.

"So… what are you doing here with Mom?"

" 'Mom'?"

"Yeah."

"You're crazy."

"Wha-,"

Laura grasped a handful of Walter's hair, pulled him forward, and kicked him straight in the groin; his face scrunched up in discomfort, he made a high- pitched 'Meow' sound, and fell to the floor.

Laura giggled evilly before skipping out of Room 302… which Henry entered a moment later.

He ignored Child Walter and opened up the refrigerator. "God, I'm so hun-,"

Henry ground his teeth. "Where… Where is my last chocolate pudding? I've been living off of those for the past six days!" He turned around frantically, looking around the apartment room. "M-My stereo! What the hell is it doing on the floor?"

"I… dunno…" stammered Child Walter as he squirmed on the floor. Henry ignored him once more and turned, noticing the trash bag in the bin was slightly disturbed. He peeked in, and to his utmost horror, he saw the empty, discarded pudding container.

Henry gasped.

"No… Who… Who would've eaten it…?"

He turned to Child Walter. "Did that little blonde girl… did she…?"

"No! She was only in here for a second…"

"Did you…?" Henry tried to keep his voice down, as a fury unknown to man boiled within him. Child Water shook his head quickly. "N-No, I've been in the bathroom all day; I swear it!"

Henry thought for a moment, clenching his fists. "Then… it had to be… Walter!" He sped over to the item chest, flinging the lid open and diving inside. Child Walter was at a loss of words; Henry had dove into the chest, disappearing!

A few minutes later, Henry climbed out, his Steel Pipe firmly held in his right hand.

He smirked maniacally. "Walter will pay… He's screwed with me enough, but this is the last straw! I'll kill him once and for all!"

As Henry prepared to leave, however, Child Walter crawled over to him. "W-Wait…" Henry looked down at him. "What?"

"That girl… she's evil… pure evil… Her eyes…" Child Walter trailed off before falling unconscious.
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A darkly cloaked figure stood alone in a large chamber. A single light came from above. "Valtiel…" he said, "your report?"

"Sire…" Valtiel, who had taken on the form of a young man in a suit, appeared beside him. "Sire, it seems Walter Sullivan has somehow survived… In any case, the 'Descent of the Holy mother- The 21 Sacraments' ritual has failed…"

The cloaked figure sighed. "Yet another has failed… Must we do everything ourselves…?... Anything else?"

"As a matter of fact, Sire…" Valtiel spoke in a shaky manner, "it seems James Sunderland has escaped the time pocket… I apologize… I was sure it was flawless-,"

"Pay it no concern. It is an obstacle, as James poses a threat towards us… Resurrect their souls; the time for our attack is near, nonetheless."

"As you say, Sire…"

Valtiel bowed and disappeared, leaving the person to clear his throat. "My two punishers, come forth…"

Both Pyramid Heads appeared from the shadows, bowing. "Master…" they muttered in unison. The cloaked figure turned to them. "I would like you two to locate and eliminate James Sunderland and Walter Sullivan… Do anything necessary."

The Pyramid Head wielding the spear raised his head slightly. "D-Does that include demon nurses…?"

"...No," replied the person, his sudden, chilly tone causing the Pyramid Heads to back away. "Yes, Master!" they replied quickly before vanishing.

The person folded his arms as a brown dog with a white underbelly approached him. "What of Henry Townshend?" asked the dog in a very low voice, his mouth opening closing as if executing a single bark.

The cloaked figure removed his hood, revealing two, large rabbit ears. "Do not worry about him… I have plans for Henry, but they will have to wait. He is the least of our concerns for now."

The entity laughed. "Soon, our dreams will be realized! The power of God shall be mine!"