#pyramid head x y/n

[fl3shm4id3n]

If I were in silent hill, I wouldn't be hiding from Pyramid Head, he'll be hiding from me. Ima chase after his ass like:

[nothomegal]

They seem to really like (Y/N)!

top 10 pictures taken before dissaster

(Got the idea to draw this after randomly acknowledging the fact that Pyramid Head has this other design hshs)

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Protected

Pyramid Head x Reader

Overprotective? Him? Well, yes.

Of course, he would be. Silent Hill is filled with creatures which would kill you in a matter of seconds. Of course, he would be overprotective.

But, you found it to be cute.

He was always on your heel, following you around  where ever you went.

He would kill anything and anyone who stood in your way.

It was a usual sight to see you walking around with him following close by.

You matched his slow strides as he walked with his huge sword.

His size alone was impressive, it always scared everyone and everything away. 

You were his sunshine, you made him happy.

He would walk with you because you would ask him not because you always needed protection.

The way you smiled at him always made him feel a certain way. 

Now, Silent Hill didn't have flowers. It didn't have anything soft and beautiful like that.

But he had you.

His flower, his little daisy. 

Oh just how he loved you.

His huge figure always made you feel safe. You loved it when he kept you close. You didn't need a bed, you had him. 

In the beginning, his sounds scared you, making you jump a little especially when you were sleeping.

But now, now you adored those sounds.

You even learned their meanings. His happy sounds.

But you learned also a lot about his angry side, never toward you, no, but towards the people who were left.

But he always kept you safe. As if you were the finest, most fragile little thing, he cared deeply for you.

And it is why you never mentioned his overprotective tendencies, it is why you always just let him do as he pleased doesn't matter if it was holding you back from a fight or holding you tight as you slept.

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[filledbydaylight]

pyramid heads big hands digging into your hips almost painfully as you ride his large thigh, chasing your orgasm and letting out a moan whenever he bucks his leg, making it rub nicely against your clit. uses his long tongue to play with your nipples, licking and tugging on the hardened buds. when your orgasm hits you, he doesnt give you much time, already moving you over to line his massive cock up with your dripping pussy

[mayrerayne]

Pyramid head Lady x Y/N female

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[verosika-mommy]

I'm not a monster fucker,

But pyramid head, yautjas, venom, sukuna, and the rest of the slashers,

Could use me as a fleshlight.

[lilacxquartz]

part 17 of 19 of kinktober: trapped

pyramid head x gn!reader

plot: while exploring the town, you find yourself incapacitated in the worst possible position — themes: warning for non con, dark smut, gender neutral reader, size difference, monster fucking, horror, gender neutral smut — w.c: 700ish

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You were incapacitated.

Trapped in between the barely pried open iron bars, providing just big enough of a gap for your upper body to squeeze through and then… stall. In a way, it was humiliating, but in another sense, it was also terrifying because existing within the town as a whole was a death sentence in its own right. From one little miscalculation—you had potentially doomed yourself.

You tried to dislodge yourself again but the bars were too narrowly placed and you couldn’t push or pull yourself neither back nor forth and in doing so, you only found yourself more stuck than before. Panic quickly swept through your being in violent waves, abandoning all sense of rationality in favour of a hurried escape but nothing was working—but then finally, you heard it—the all too familiar scrape of metal, the thud of staggering footsteps—oh no, no, no… he was here.

You turned your head slightly back to just about catch a glimpse of him filling out the doorway, blocking all gaps of light that otherwise cut into the cell. In an attempt to avoid your flesh likely meeting the blade, you strove to push yourself forward, to at least nullify his efforts to strike you down… but then something else followed suit.

You froze as you felt his calloused hands brush around the soft contours of your exposed flesh; his fingers breaching the torn fabric and tearing away the cloth from the skin, readily exposing you to him. You remained statued in place as you feared for the worst, unable to quite comprehend what he was actually doing to you; almost delicately feeling you up—pushing—spreading your legs apart, ripping away at anything that acted as a barrier between you and him.

You tensed as you quickly understood what was following suit; feeling the tip of something very obvious poke against your most vulnerable parts. You writhed around and squirmed under his grip like a fish out of water, only to remain caught and hooked in his presence, feeling him drive into you in a near hungry pursuit. You gritted your teeth as you felt him force himself inside of you, feeling overwhelmed by his monstrous length that completely filled you out to the brim.

With shuddering, quaking cries, you softly wept as he continued to take in his brutal girth, feeling his cock slide in and out of your insides and stretch you out beyond a recoverable limit. With an unforgiving pace, Pyramid Head continued to hilt himself into your core, feverishly bucking into your body as a radiating, almost scalding pain akin to searing agony settled within the confines of your form. Of course however, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you with a near primal fervour; his hips slamming against your behind with each sawing motion.

Somehow, he grew needier as he continued to violate you—his fingernails digging bleeding crescents into the soft peaks of your ass, kneading against the cushioned skin and spreading you open as far as you could physically handle. It was as if he was trying to force you to accommodate the entire capacity of his impossible length, taking advantage of the limiting position, knowing that you couldn’t just pull yourself away.

Nearing his impending climax; his movements soon became more erratic and maybe even sloppy. He leaned his towering form closer wherever he could press against your bare back—causing the iron bars to crack open further—growling out heated breaths that rolled hot down your spine. Each passing thrust caused for you to shake, prompting you to involuntarily roll your eyes to the back of your head and perhaps even see stars from just how overwhelming it all truly was.

Just as you were about to pass out however, the monster finally came undone with one final violent rut of his stuttering hips. You gasped as you felt a stream of hot oozing warmth fill your senses to such an extent that your stomach nearly bulged from his pent up release.

Thinking it was all over, you tried to close your eyes to recover—but then you were promptly taken out of the cell, readily carried around like a rag doll, to be used and paraded around per each of his passing whims.

In a way you were thankful that he wasn’t going to end you outright.

But then you realised what your life was about to become and that much had otherwise terrified you.

Not quite a mercy after all and worse yet, rather a sentence in the hell you found yourself in.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Pyramid Headcanons

Warnings: Possessive Behaviour, Unhealthy Behaviour, Pyramid also exists in the version of Silent Hill before the Church Bell Rings, Mention of Physical Attack on Reader, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Possessive ahh monster man.

Keeps you in a safe, isolated location far from the epicentre of the town so that the only monster you’re at risk of is him.

Scary dog privileges :>

Does anything and everything you ask him to, no matter how trivial the task. Unless you ask him to let you go outside.

Even if the other creatures aren’t wandering around and prowling the streets at that moment, he refuses to let you out.

Unless you give him the puppy dog eyes, which, to his absolute confusion, he found himself unable to resist.

But only once.

You used Pyramid’s weakness for cuteness against him and, when he heard a sound in the distance – the all-too familiar ringing of church bells – and turned to face the origin, you took your chance to escape.

You knew the monsters would come as the world around you peeled, revealing a hellish, rust-ridden, infested reality which, in your terror-stricken state, you didn’t think you’d be around long enough to be at risk of.

Of course, you were cornered.

Of course, just as you were about to become a commemorative name and face on a t-shirt at the hands of a monstrosity, Pyramid Head stepped in and wiped that jittering, straight-jacketed bastard off every map there was, physical and spectral.

Much like the very day he met you. Took you (for what purpose, you still do not know).

He’s never let you out of his sight since.

Keeps you by his side when he’s on a supply run since he can’t trust you to remain in the safety of whatever building he’s fortified.

You might not know it, given his involuntarily stoicism, but Pyramid Head is constantly watching you.

Sure, you may get the feeling you’re being watched, but in a town like Silent Hill, that’s practically a birthright.

And besides, Pyramid doesn’t have any eyes…you think ? So how can he possibly be watching you ?

If you try to chance your arm and run away, he uses his knife as a deterrent.

Slams it down right where you’d be if you had been a second quicker.

He’d never hit you. Not intentionally.

His strength and eternity of wielding the blade makes it as easy to control it as if it were his arm, or an extra limb.

But you don’t need to know that.

He’s lowkey a sucker for physical contact btw.

Once, he found you standing closer to him than usual when the day grew particularly cold.

He wasn’t sure what you were doing at first until you flat-out muttered about “How frigid” it was.

Clouds seemed to form before your face, a human anomaly Pyramid hadn't witnessed this close before. If ever.

This man has no clue how to help you, so he just kind of watched as you gave him a wide-eyed look and, quivering, approaching him as if he were a feral dog (why did you look so scared of him…?), leaned against his side.

He shifted, jumped, stepped back.

What was this feeling ?

His heart spiked, his skin prickled.

Alarmed, you sprang back, and he couldn’t articulate the response to tell you to stay, come back, I’m sorry.

When the two of you finally resumed your journey to nowhere, he walked a little closer to you, inching nearer every few minutes until his hand brushed your side.

And you didn’t pull away :> !

Eventually, when you grew tired, you settled in a decrepit little room that, much like the rest of the town, looked as if it would fall apart if you so much as gave it a mean look.

In a rare act of humanity, Pyramid sat beside you.

And he damn near jumped out of his skin (again) when, unprovoked, you leaned against him.

He made sure not to spook you. Not again.

He couldn’t handle that wounded stare you’d given him earlier. It made him feel…weak. Vulnerable. Human.

And he did not enjoy it.

Well, that's what he thought at first. Before the warmth of something unidentifiable settled in his chest.

From then on, he started taking you out during the colder hours of the day just for the chance to have your skin brush against his.

And each time, that feeling, that tightness in his chest, would spark, set him alight with a fluttering sensation he'd never known before he found you.

Until you got sick. Then he toned it down a little.

But only because he couldn’t enjoy his solitary walks to where he knew medicine lay, too concerned with wondering why you were jerking, and why you sounded like you were roaring whenever you opened your mouth and your eyes squeezed shut, or why liquid would pour out of your nose.

Bless him, he doesn’t know what a cold – or sickness – is. But he does know that, when you lay on top of him and basically used him as your bed, curling up on his chest, he thought he’d seen light.

Real light.

Has resisted the urge to try and make you ill again just for that purpose.

Luckily, your random acts of affection – hand holding (or finger holding, since your entire hand could wrap around one of his fingers),  nuzzling, leaning on him, saying “Thank you” whenever he returned with the supplies – keeps his unhealthy tendencies at bay.

Well, most of them at least.

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Slashers when you succumb to Stockholm syndrome

So @slasherhaven wrote for this idea before but I wanted to write for it too. I didn't really reference their head canons too much just to make sure that I'm not copying them but I did get the idea from them. These are in the form of little drabbles because I liked them better than head canons

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Pyramid Head and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Manipulation, kidnapped reader, Stockholm syndrome

Brahms Heelshire

When Brahms wakes up to your voice he's scared at first. Quickly sitting up in his bed.

"Good morning Brahms," You say with a smile on your face, "I hope you're ready to start your day." He's caught off guard by the shift in your attitude. He had to drag you everywhere with him just a few days ago. But now, two months into knowing the real Brahms, you're actually following the schedule. He can't see any signs of you crying either. He thinks that you've finally accepted life here with him.

"I am Y/n. I'm glad to see you finally happy."

"Of course Brahms. Now let's get changed then we can eat." He nods getting out of bed while you pull out his new clothes. He could get very used to this.

Pyramid Head

After having to leave to deal with some intruders Pyramid Head returns to the building that he's kept you in for a few months now. When he walks in he notices you're still not fighting him like you were before. He unties your hands from a radiator that he keeps you attached to while he's gone and you don't try to run away from him.

He steps away from you to see if you'll try to run then but you don't.

"I'm not going to leave you," You say to him, "You're keeping me safe and alive and I don't want to ruin that. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso, "I promise I won't leave."

Pyramid head is very confused about this but he doesn't question you on it. He simply puts his arms lightly around you too and hugs you back. He doesn't care why you changed like this all of the sudden, he just cares that you're finally trusting him.

Bo Sinclair

It's been months since you first came to Ambrose. You gave up on fighting Bo awhile ago and now you're locked inside the house while he's gone. But when he came home today he found you cooking dinner for him in the kitchen.

"Darlin'?" He asks. You used to tell him not to call you that and you never responded to it but today you turn and look at him with a smile.

"Hi Bo. I thought I would make dinner for you since you're so busy today, I hope you don't mind."

"Not t'all Y/n," He has an idea of what's going on with you but he doesn't want to really say its Stockholm syndrome yet. But when he puts his hands on your hips while standing behind you, and you hum out approval, he knows you're in Stockholm syndrome, but he doesn't care. You're finally accepting your new life here, and that's all he's ever wanted.

[aceviscontiswife]

Killers catching you crying/upset

I’ve been wanting to do some comfort type stuff for a while, so this is what my poll was for! Hope y’all enjoy!

Gn! Reader. Pre established relationship! Killers included: Danny, Pyramid Head, Wesker.

• Danny is used to seeing people cry from fear. He isn’t one to comfort, if anything, Danny’s the reason someone’s crying in the first place. He’s a murderer, not a therapist.

• However, when Danny catches you crying, it’s a different story. Why? What happened? Who did this? How the actual hell does he help you? Long story short, Danny hates seeing you upset.

• You’ve never seen Danny this concerned, or this confused. It’s clear he has no clue how to comfort you, but he tries his best. He’ll kneel down beside you and stay with you until he was sure you were alright. It was a side of Danny you’ve never seen, but not one you didn’t like.

• If it’s a survivor who’s made you cry; don’t worry, Danny will handle it. Once you’re better, Danny will teach that survivor a lesson they’ll never forget.

You had tried to last the entire trial without breaking down, but eventually you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. You slumped against a tree, hugged your knees to your chest, and began to sob quietly. Danny was the killer this trial, you could always just find him, but you didn’t want to ruin his trial with your problems. Danny must’ve heard you, for it wasn’t long after you started crying that he kneeled down next to you and quickly removed his mask so you could see his face. “Hey… what’s wrong?” Danny asks in a tone so… soft, so concerned. It was like nothing you’ve ever head from him.

“I… it’s Nea…” You answer as more tears well up in your red, puffy eyes. Danny nods, wiping away your tears and pulling you into a tight hug, mainly so you wouldn’t see the flash of anger in his eyes at the mention of your teammate. “I’ll handle them once you’re better, okay?” You nod, and while you knew Danny was being sincere, you couldn’t help but ask “Are you sure?” To which Danny simply replies, “It’s what boyfriends are for, dollface.”

(I have never wrote for Pyramid Head before so I apologize in advance lol 😅)

• You’re… crying? That’s not something Pyramid Head likes to see, not at all. His first instinct is to make you stop crying, whatever that might take.

• While he can’t speak, Pyramid is good at telling you things through his body language. He’ll set his weapon aside and open his arms slightly—his way of saying “Come here.”

• He’ll pull you into a bone-crushing hug, his hands awkwardly rubbing your back as you cry against his chest. Pyramid will hold you until you’re done crying, and listen to any word you had to say. For something that spoke in garbled nothingness, Pyramid Head was surprisingly very well at comforting you.

• You’d tell him what had upset you, and if it just so happened to be a survivor, Pyramid Head would leave your side in an instant to go deal with them. He would return covered in blood, set his weapon aside, and allow you to melt in his arms once more.

You were somewhere in the deep, desolate forest of the entity’s realm, tears streaming down your face as you cried. You hadn’t even heard him approaching, startled when Pyramid Head suddenly appears next to you. He had laid his large weapon against a tree, his arms slightly open and waiting for your embrace. You didn’t say anything, you simply took a small step forward and wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest.

Pyramid Head held you for a while, and it was only when your sobs began to lessen did he finally pull away. You knew what he wanted now; Pyramid Head wanted an explanation. “Gabriel was-“ You cut yourself off as Pyramid Head suddenly turned away, grabbed his weapon, and began making his way towards the survivors’ campfire. Was he going to-? Would the entity even allow that?! Either way, once you realized what Pyramid Head was doing, you couldn’t help but smile and wait patiently for his return.

• Unlike most of the killers, Wesker at least knows what he should say to someone who’s upset. Does he? No. Crying is a weakness, and Wesker can’t have that.

• But, much like Danny, Wesker does a complete 180 when he finds you crying. He never wanted to find you like this, and now that he has, he wants nothing more than to bring an end to your tears.

• You never would have guessed Wesker was good at comforting, but he was. He knew exactly what to say, what to do, and had you feeling better again in no time.

• If it’s a survivor who’s made you cry, you best believe Wesker will handle things. He’ll wait until he’s in a trial with them, and once he is, he’ll make sure their time with him is absolutely miserable. Wesker will teach that survivor a lesson, and it’ll work so well they’ll probably never speak to you again; out of fear of what Wesker might do if they hurt you again.

“Dearest, why are you crying?” You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you. You turn around to spot Wesker, staring up at him through teary eyes. “It’s nothing…” You lie, quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling. Wesker obviously didn’t believe you, stepping up next to you and resting his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t lie to me, y/n. What’s upsetting you?” You knew there wasn’t a point in lying again, so you tell Wesker the truth.

“Laurie was being really rude to me in my trials…” You admit, sounding more childish than you had wanted to. Wesker simply hums in response, resting his free hand on your other shoulder and beginning to rub them, easing the tension you had gathered from your earlier trials. “I’ll handle it, sweetheart.” Wesker assures you, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

[dawnbreakerluna]

i genuinely want to create and develop a slasher dating sim with straight to the point lore and broad storytelling without any weird implications whatsoever about the characters. (if there is one that exists already, please lmk!)

because one thing is for certain, the girlies cannot have anything to themselves unless the girlies make it. so!

[nothomegal]

Basically, my "Pyramid Head x Reader" in a nutshell hahshsh.

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A/N: My first Pyramid Head fic! Hope you enjoy and let me know if you want more!

He was mad. The one thing, the most important one was missing.

He arrived back and put his sword to the side when he noticed. His little Angel, his everything was gone.

You were gone and he couldn't find you.

He was mad, beyond mad, he was ready to burn Silent Hill down, again, just to find you.

He had an idea who took you. He had a very good idea who took you and he will set fire to the rain to get you back.

He marched back out with his sword in hand, his heavy steps echoed through the entire building which you called home. 

You on the other end were thrown into a room, well it was more like a cell. They tried to torture you for information.

They didn't know where you came from or who you were, but you didn't say a word. They didn't need to know that you lived with the mightiest beast of them all. 

He loved you and you loved him, it was a simple relationship. Even if he didn't talk, you understood him perfectly.

You still remember when you first saw him how scared you were, you surely thought this will be the end for you, you accidentally stumbled across the town and were thrown into this hell of monsters.

You assumed these people didn't know what you meant to Pyramid Head, but they will find out real soon. 

You weren't even there for more than a day, yet they took you out almost hourly to ask you the same stupid questions.

"How did you get here?"

"Is there a way out?"

"HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE, BITCH?!"

Always the same stupid questions, but no matter how many times they hit you, you never answered. You could tell they were new, their hiding place was so obvious.

You didn't even tell them your name when they asked.

They didn't deserve to know.

Then you heard the steps, they threw you out, hoping for the beast to claim your soul but all of them watched in awe when you ran into his arms.

Upon seeing your injuries, especially the ones around your wrists, he saw red.

You didn't watch. You only walked away back to the hotel you called home.

But you still heard their screams as you walked away.

You arrived home, Pyramid closely followed you as you watched him sit down on your bed, his size making the bed bend as he patted his leg. Knowing what it meant you headed to sit down in your usual place.

"I was home when they got me. I didn't leave, I think they saw me through the window."

You felt his arms tighten around you.

You were scared but you also knew that he was going to save you, it was only a matter of time. 

He lifted his other hand and ran his thumb over your injured wrist.

"It doesn't hurt as much as you would think." you said, trying to reassure him.

He slowly nodded.

You moved slightly so your head can rest on his shoulder, trying to slowly relax and get some sleep.

He held you so close and secure you fell asleep almost instantly.

To others, this place was hell, filled with monsters, but to you, it was home. 

A home where your love was.

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Late halloween post cuz I had to do it...

NSFW on my PATREON

[socialpsycho484]

Word Count: 1424

Proofread?: yes

Proofread by: @wannabekook

Warnings: Some gore-ish words, angst, fluff

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(Pyramid Head’s PoV)

As I watched you run off, a pang filled my chest. I couldn’t explain what it was I was filling but I knew it had something to do with me not getting the chance to learn everything about you. The strange feeling was like I was being strangled. Your disappearing figure made it harder, I wanted to chase after you. You had been the only one to treat me like a living being and not some murderous beast even though I was. If only I could speak, if only I was able to show how much I had begun to care for you.

I turned away, this odd feeling seemingly getting worse as my back now faced yours. I walked back into the red fog, I could feel my body struggling from the weight of my blade and helmet while I drug my heavy feet across the uneven terrain. I knew that there were so many secrets I held onto.

Back ten years ago after you had been taken by the church, I sat in the darkness, waiting to punish the damned. The priest dragged down a man and a woman. They had sins so I did my job and slaughtered them. I had no clue who they were til you had told me about your parents, they easily fit the descriptions of the man and woman I had killed years back. But due to my inability to speak I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t know how to tell you. It was tearing me apart.

As I arrived back at that barrel, I stared at the ground, memories flashing through my head. Seeing an illusion of you standing there, looking at me with that sweet smile and those beautiful two toned eyes. I reached out to the illusion, wishing to hold your chin in my palm once more. The illusion of you fading quickly as I tried to grasp it. I clutched the air in my palm, slamming my blade against the tree in anger.

I lowered myself onto the ground, thinking of all the good memories I had of you.

You stood in front of me, smiling and laughing. “Come on P.H! Just follow my lead, okay?” You say, your voice so kind and sweet as you grabbed my hand and showed me how to do an odd hand shake. I was so confused but I tried to mimic your movements. I let out a frustrated groan after failing again.

I continued to try over and over but couldn’t seem to get it right. My failures seemed to make you laugh harder to the point you were rolling on the ground and clutching your chest. I let out a grunt of amusement, tilting my helmet to show my interest in your odd behavior.

Coming back to reality, I run my hand across the grass and dirt where you used to lay beside me. My eyes well up under my torturous helmet. Sadness. That’s what it was that I was feeling. You told me about these things, they’re called emotions. I pull myself from off the ground and walk around, pacing for hours. My mind glued on you instead of my job.

I began to make my way to the execution grounds, seeing the human that was trapped to the ground just like you were, bringing back more memories. I step over to the human, raising my blade before my vision is directed to the priest. I thought for a moment about the memory that had flashed through my mind.

I stared down at you, thinking about what to do with you. You were much too sheltered to have been a sinner, the look in your eyes told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t move from where I stood before bending down to grab you by the hair, pulling you up to get a better visual of your face to determine what you deserved.

Hearing you scream out in pain, I quickly released you, noticing the chains around your wrists. I reached behind you and broke them with ease.

I was pulled back to reality once more by the sound of the human before me yelling and screaming at me.

The human struggled against the chains, staring at me with fear and anger. “Get away from me you fucking monster! I did nothing to deserve this!” the human yelled and spat at me.

It didn’t affect me but it told me this person was in fact a sinner. I swing my blade down and sever the human’s body in half, blood spraying on my clothing and helmet. Blood dripped from my blade, The Great Knife. I look at the mangled body I had destroyed with my dull and rusty blade. ‘Worthless human..’ I said in my mind.

I shake my blade downward to get the majority of the blood off of it. ‘Disgusting and Vile..’ I thought to myself as I leaned down and grabbed what I could of the body before ripping it from the chains. I then drug it away into the darkness. More memories filled my head.

I carry you through the darkness, letting out occasional grunts and groans. My body swayed with each massive step. I would take small glances through the holes in my helmet at you to make sure you were comfortable. You then spoke to me for the first time. “What are you?” you asked. I didn’t respond, dropping you onto the ground, expecting you to land on your feet. I was confused why you didn’t.

You looked at me with an odd expression, sitting up and rubbing your back. “You could’ve just set me down instead of dropping me on the ground.” Your voice tinged with a weird tone so I just groaned in response.

I took a deep, elongated groan as I tilted my head back, the force from the weight of my helmet making my neck pop. I felt so.. I don’t know but I could tell it certainly didn’t feel good and I fucking hated it more than anything, probably more than I hated sinners. I stood there for what seemed like hours, thinking of everything.

‘I want to see him..’ I thought to myself as my mind circled you. I began to walk towards the rest stop where we first properly interacted.

I repeated myself for days after you had left Silent hill. The silence grew more hurtful as the days went on to the point it was almost unbearable. After a while, I found myself standing on the edge of the town of Silent Hill, waiting for you to return to me. I groaned as I sat down on the sickening cold ground, waiting quietly and unmoving.

A part of me didn’t want you to return but the other did, almost like it needed your presence now. I looked up towards the sky in the far distance after staring at the ground for some time. Through the holes of my helmet, I saw your smile, you reached towards my helmet and pressed your palm to the cold metal. It seemed so real but part of me thought you were just another illusion or memory.

“Hey big guy..” Your voice called out to me as you knelt in front of me. I didn’t dare to reach out this time, thinking you would just disappear if I attempted to embrace your small figure. But then you spoke again. “Are you doing okay, you seem uncertain.”

I hesitated and reached out, placing my hand on yours, as if I was trying to ask you if you were real and not one of the many illusions I have had. Your hand spun slightly to grasp mine, you understood my gesture, nodding softly.

“Yes I’m real.. I missed you..” You whispered to me so softly, my chest feeling so much lighter now. I stand up and let go of your hand before drawing you in close to me, hugging you against my broad chest firmly. I didn’t want to let go, not again. I held you tight to show you that I was..scared to ever let you go again.

I pulled away after a moment, using my hands to say that I loved you. I did, I loved you more than my pathetic life that I’ve lived for over a thousand years. I was grateful to have you back.

“I love you too P.H..” You responded before we both disappeared into the red fog together, hand in hand.

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Do you write for pyramid head?

i actually do! he isn’t in my normal rotation but yes, i love him; he’s one of my slasher crushes and i also have a tattoo of him on my thigh! :)