Me: And here's yet another new one and now the first in the Blackadder Chronicles series.

Rendan: Wow. I never thought I'd see these two crossed.

Me: I know. I feel demented as hell for thinking about this.

Zero: You ARE demented.

Me: Oh yeah! Anyway, I don't own Hey Arnold! or Silent Hill. They are the properties of Craig Bartlett and Konami respectively. I only own the OCs I will throw in much later.

Rendan: I can't wait to see what happens with this one.

Me: Me neither. Anyway, read and enjoy.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Silent Hill

It all started with a field trip, an innocent enough start for anything really. A lone, yellow school bus was on a week long trip cross country. Sure, the idea was foolish for some and fun for others but it seemed like an interesting way to get the students to see and understand the nation's beautiful landscape.

That, and it was certainly an escape from the mundane and casual setting of Hillwood, Washington. The class in question was the class of one Robert Simmons, fourth grade teacher of P.S. 118. On the bus itself, a multitude of activity was currently occurring. Mr. Simmons was trying to unite the students in a song that premiered in the musical 'masterpiece' "Rats", though only two students actually joined in. Some students were cheering wildly while others told jokes or did their own things.

"Ow! Cut it out, Helga!" Arnold shouted as he turned his attention behind him. Arnold was a young male, nine at the most who wore a blue shirt with a too long plaid shirt underneath and blue pants with black shoes. His hair was blond and spiky, divided by a miniature blue hat he always wore.

His assailant, one Helga G. Pataki, was a... well, spunky may be the best way to put it, nine year old female who was currently and always seemed to be wearing a pink dress with a red stripe over a white shirt and her blonde hair in two pigtails. She, among all others, was known for having a terrible attitude and a mean streak as long as her unibrow.

"Ah, shut it, Football Head!" Helga retorted. "It's the only thing to do on this stupid field trip. Criminy! You'd think there'd be something to do on this stupid trip!" Arnold gave an annoyed sigh and turned back to face the front. It was bad enough this trip was taking a whole week of his time but Helga had to pester him every step of the way.

"But there is always something to do," Helga's right hand girl, Phoebe, said.

"I'm not like you, Pheebs," Helga argued. "I can't just look at scenery and be entertained."

"Somehow I doubt that," Phoebe said with a teasing tone. Helga had the decency to look out the window instead of trying to argue against that.

"I just wish something would happen," Helga groaned. Just then, as if by some twist of fate, the bus started to bounce wildly, as though it were riding over a rocky road, before the driver slammed on the breaks, bringing the vehicle to a stop just before a small explosion sounded in front of the bus.

"What happened?" Mr. Simmons questioned in a panic. The bus driver shrugged and left the bus, coming back several moments later.

"Not only are the wheels blown, so is the engine," the driver gruffly stated. Mr. Simmons immediately turned to the students starting to uproar to try and placate them.

"Okay class," Simmons began, "we're going to have to find a place to stay until some help can arrive and fix the bus. For now, though, everyone off the bus." The class filed out rather quickly, most of them eager to see just where they broke down in. The bus had broken down on a road just on a cliff.

Past the railings, a sea of treetops was visible. Upon walking out, however, one particular student froze just as she stepped off the bus and stared off into the distance. She was a redhead, with her red hair in two braided tails that went down from either side of her head. She wore a green dress over a green plaid shirt.

"Lila!" Arnold called as he walked over to her. Lila shifted her gaze to her approaching classmate. "What's wrong?" Lila's gaze returned to the distance as she seemed to be staring off into the treetops. Her eyes appeared glazed over, almost like she were in some sort of trance.

"I'm not sure," Lila finally said after a few moments of silence. "It almost feels like, something is calling to me. Telling me to go toward it. It's soft, but ever so sweet." Arnold followed her line of sight in sheer confusion, finding nothing calling to him, until he focused. In the back of his mind, he could hear a small voice calling to him.

"Come to us, Arnold," it said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Arnold and Lila unconsciously walked toward the railing keeping the cars from falling off the cliff, both finding the voice irresistible. They leaned as far as they could over it, almost trying to see if they could hear it better. They could.

"Hey Arnold!" Came the voice of Helga as she too, ended up following Arnold and Lila to the rail. "Hey! Arnoldo!" Helga kept calling to no avail. It seemed as though he were lost to the world around him. "Football Head! Hello!" Still no response. It wasn't long, however, until she too heard the voice. It almost seemed, entrancing, pulling her into another world entirely. It was weird, yes, but not unwelcome. A shrill cry, however, brought everyone out of their stupor.

"AH!" Lila cried as she fell over the railing and barely managed to grab onto the edge of the cliff. Arnold crawled under and grabbed Lila's hand just as she lost her grip, almost sending him over the edge as well if not for Helga grabbing his legs. However, the ground below her gave well, sending all three of them tumbling into the thick foliage and into blackness. Sadly, no one would notice they'd disappeared until long after.

The three opened their eyes to find themselves surrounded by trees. Lila was the first to get to her feet and face a direction, still unspeaking, still unmoving. Arnold rose next and helped Helga to her feet.

"Is everyone okay?" Arnold asked.

"I'm fine, Football Head!" Helga said.

"Lila?" Lila said nothing. She simply kept staring.

"Lila! Are you still alive?" Helga shouted.

"Huh?" Lila questioned as she seemed to snap out of her self imposed trance. She turned to see Arnold and Helga staring at her quizzically. "What happened?"

"You've been staring in the same direction since you got up," Arnold explained. "Are you alright?" Lila put her hand on her forehead.

"I don't know," Lila said. "Ever since we got here I've had an ever so odd feeling about this place. It's like a feeling that I should be going somewhere."

"I know what you're talking about," Arnold reluctantly admitted. "It's faint but there's gotta be something wrong here."

"Criminy! You're both nuts! There's nothing wrong with this place! This place is just a forest! It's like saying that you see the Easter Bunny in your closet! Or that you see Santa Claus in your fridge! It's just nuts!" Helga yelled. Helga was brought out of her short rant when she realized that she was alone. Arnold and Lila had walked away just as Helga began her rant. Seconds after realizing she was alone, Helga darted off after Arnold and Lila. She eventually caught up with the two as they walked down a dirt path through the trees. "So, where exactly are we going?"

"Right now we have to look for a way back to the class. This seems to be the right way since the bus was starting to go downhill," Arnold stated.

"So, your whole plan is, 'Follow the path to the road and then follow the road back up'?" Helga asked. Arnold nodded. "I stand by what I said, you are crazy! What makes you think that'll work?"

"It's the only option we have right now, Helga," Arnold said. Helga scoffed but nothing more as she continued following the two. The path began to wind slightly, leading the three students to a small cemetery, just as a fog began to roll in.

"And now there's a fog and we're in a cemetery," Helga groaned. "What's next? Eerie music is going to start playing?"

"You know, Helga," Arnold finally raised his voice, "you complaining isn't helping matters!"

"Oh yeah, Football Head? I don't see you doing anything productive to remedy the situation!"

"I'm trying to figure out how to get out of here!"

"Fat lot of good it did us! Now we're lost and we can't even see the road!" Helga and Arnold were now right in each other's faces, glaring the other down with a look that could send a man six feet underground. Aggravated, Arnold looked away to see that Helga was right. The fog was thick, so thick that viewing anything below the knee was impossible. Some of the tombstones were nigh unreadable. For one reason or another, Arnold felt the desire to read one of them.

"Here lies Martin Smuck," Arnold read, "shot to death and we don't give a– what does that say?" The fog conveniently covered the last word. The trio glanced around worriedly, trying to see if anything they could find could potentially be used to find their way out of the fog and back to the road. Unfortunately for them, the fog was showing no signs of leaving and getting thicker with every passing second.

"Arnold! Helga! Look!" Lila shouted, pointing toward a shadowy figure wobbling away in the fog.

"Should we follow it?" Arnold questioned.

"Oh no! No way! I am not following some random shadowy figure that hobbled away into the fog!" Helga cried. Three minutes later, Arnold, Lila and Helga were following the path the figure had taken. "I can't believe I am following some random shadowy figure that hobbled away into the fog!"

"Quit complaining, Helga! It might be someone that could help us!" Following the figure, they found themselves standing in front of a small town. The town appeared rustic, seeming to have been from the early to mid 1950's. It was small, perhaps not beyond a mile in any direction. What surprised them all however, was the name of the town. On a sign just in front of the first building several words were inscribed. 'Welcome to Silent Hill'.

Me: And that's the chapter.

Zero: How is this going to work exactly?

Me: When it comes to Hey Arnold!, three characters have the most to deal with. Those are Arnold, Helga and Lila.

Zero: Lila? Are you nuts?

Me: Nope, it's all Word of God here. According to the creator she has a seriously repressed dark side.

Rendan: And that's what Silent Hill's all about. Forcing people to recognize their inner darkness and accept it.

Me: Damn right. Anyway, that'll do it for this time. Be good and be safe everyone! I'm outta here!