Part 27! Epic, I know. Hmm... So here, Cheryl meets the monster version of her daddy, Brad's scared, Isaac and Walter haven't switched bodies, Mandy still has her Voodoo doll and Justin is having a wonderful time getting tortured. Enjoy!
"This way please." Brad gestured towards him as he walked down the stairs. Mandy was having fun making Isaac do the chicken dance all the way down the stairs. "LOOK OUT!" Brad screamed as he ducked behind the wheelchair. "ITS AN A-HOLE!" He laughed as he pointed at Aiden. Aiden rolled his eyes and walked past him while everyone else choked back their laughter. "In here." Aiden muttered as he opened the storage room. "Pass me the camera." Cheryl ordered as she pushed Aiden aside. "Why?" Brad challenged. "Because I have longer arms and I'm a better photographer." "Very well." Brad muttered as he tossed the camera over to Cheryl.
"There ya go." She pulled the photo out of the little slot and waved it in the air. "6420." Cheryl announced as she handed the photo to Heather. "It could be the keypad password on the 3rd floor." Heather dashed up the stairs before she finished her sentence.
"Faster Faster!" Walter blew his whistle as Justin Bieber was slowing down. "Ho--Ho--How more laps?" "87." Walter replied. Justin did another lap. "Can I take a break?" Justin begged. "How about NO! NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 50!" Walter screamed. "PLEASE SIR!" Justin begged as Walter slapped him. "I love my life." Walter sighed contently as he kicked his feet up and sipped on a martini and watched Justin struggle doing push-ups.
"What was it again?" Heather asked as she tapped on the keypad. "6420." Aiden responded. "Done." Heather sighed as she opened the door and readied her gun. "Clear." She announced. "What's with the 1 word sentences?" Cheryl asked as she tried the first door. "I dunno." Aiden muttered as he pratically dragged Isaac inside. "MOMMY!" He screamed. "SHUT IT!" Mandy grabbed a stick and slapped Isaac with it. "That didn't help much Mandy." Brad pointed out. "SHUT UP!" She screeched as she slapped him with the stick. "Damn you!" Brad cried as he rubbed his cheek.
"What does Halabebe mean?" Walter asked Justin as he circled him. "I'm not sure..." "LIAR!" Walter slapped Justin Bieber and flashed a super bright flashlight in his face. "Tell me, how old are you?" "Sixtee----" "LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!" Walter slapped Justin again. "SILENCE!" Walter slapped Justin again as he started to cry.
"What does that say?" Cheryl asked Aiden. "It's a gossip magazine Cheryl." Aiden replied as he flipped through it. "Wait, wait. Hold up! Go back to page 53." Cheryl snatched the magazine away from Aiden and smiled. "It says here: Teaching Despair: "Hope House" "Hope House", an orphanage on the outskirts of Silent Hill. But behind its false image is a place where children are kidnapped and brainwashed. Hope House is managed by the "Silent Hill Smile Support Society," a charity organization sometimes called "4S." It's true that 4S is a well-respected charity that "takes in poor children without homes and raises them with hope." But at it's heart, it is a heathen organization that teaches its own warped dogma in lieu of good religious values. Mr. Smith (tempt), who lives near "Hope House," had this to say: "Sometimes at night I can hear their weird prayers and the sounds of [children] crying. I went there to complain one time, but they ran me right out. Since then, it hasn't changed a bit." In fact, this reporter was refused admission when he attempted to take photographs in the facility. What exactly do the folks at "Hope House" have to hide? During my investigations, I was able to discover, however, a suspicious-looking round concrete tower which appears to be part of their facilities. Unfortunately no one was willing to tell us what the tower was used for. But it seems unlikely that it has anything to do with the business of raising orphans. It may in fact be a prison, or a secret place of worship. The cult religion that operates "Hope House" is known by the locals simply as "The Order". It's a religion that is deeply interwoven with Silent Hill's history. But its worshippers fervent belief that they are among the elite "chosen people" has a dark and dangerous side. I intend to continue my investigation of "Hope House" and the cult behind it. I've always believe that "telling the whole truth" and showing the children the true path, is our most important duty. Article by Joseph Scribbler?" Cheryl tried to pronounce the last name correctly. "Schreiber." Aiden corrected. "I wonder if the rest have better luck than us." Cheryl wondered out loud as she exited the room with Aiden.
"NO ISSAC! NO CHEWY CHEW CHEW!" Heather and Mandy scolded as they pulled the chair out of Isaac's mouth and hands. "Good lord, we better find Wa-- I mean Isaac and get them back to normal! If that's even possible!" Heather grumbled as she exited the room and entered the next one. "NURSES!"
Walter Isaac shouted as he cowered behind Mandy. "Can I kill him?" Mandy whined as she stabbed the Walter doll again. "NOO!" Isaac crashed to the ground and writhed in pain. "DIE MY DARLING DIE DIE DIE!" Mandy chanted as she smashed the doll against the wall. "No.." Isaac groaned as she smashed it repeatedly. "When I grow up, Imma make you number 22!" Isaac threatened as he kicked Mandy. "And when I grow up, I'm gonna get my bestfriend Jean to hire an assassin and kill you!" "Huh?" Heather looked at Mandy with a confused expression. "Nothing." She mumbled as she tucked away the Voodoo doll.
"I'm all alone." Brad sighed as he opened a door slowly. "No one h-e-e-e-e-re to deprive m-m-me." Brad tried to sing but he stammered. "Bu--" "SHABA!" "AAAAAAAH!" Brad screamed in an freakishly high voice as he ran inside and crawled under the nearest bed. "Heather...." Someone sighed contently. "Ignore the v-v-v-v-voice it'll g-g-g-go away." Brad whimpered as the voice continued to sigh Heather's name. "Why are you so afraid?" The strange monotone voice asked. "Who are you?" Brad asked as he cringed. "SUMBITCHPILEOFMONKEYNUTS!" Brad screamed as something grabbed his arm. "SSSHHH!" "Who're you?" Brad squeaked as he tried to see the person in front of him. "Call me Valerie." "Calorie?" "It's me! Cheryl you idiot." "Cheryl?! OH THANK GOD!" Brad hugged Cheryl and cringed. "There's someone else in here." Cheryl whispered as she pushed Brad away and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Oh Heather, where have you gone?" "Is it Stanley?" Brad asked in a muffled voice. "I don't know." Cheryl responded honestly.
"AAAAAH!" Cheryl and Brad screamed. The sound was so sudden, it scared them. "LETS GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!" Brad cried as he reached for the door handle. "IT'S NOT OPENING!" "PULL HARDER!" Cheryl pushed Brad out of the way as she tugged on the handle. "ITS....NOT....MOVING!" Cheryl grunted as she and Brad tugged harder and harder. "HEEEEELP!" They screamed as they banged against the door. "Why are you so afraid Cheryl? Don't you miss your daddy?" "OHHH NOOO! CHERYL LOOK WHAT YOU GOT US INTO!" Brad slapped Cheryl and screamed even louder at the monstrousity that towered over them.