Room of Angel

Room of Angel

By: Dilectus Noctis

Special thanks to my editor: Rainbowsoldier94

Disclaimer: I do not own the Silent Hill franchise, it belongs to Konami Digital Entertainment.

Prologue

“Ugh, what is that smell?”

Twilight shifted from side to side in her bed. She stopped while facing the pillow, eyes still closed.

“Where is this coming from?” she mumbled.

After a moment, she grew sick of the smell.

“Spike?” Twilight called aloud. No response. “Oh, I forgot. He’s not here.” she shifted sides once again, now facing the ceiling. The unicorn decided to find out what was the source of that horrible smell. Slowly opening her eyes, she found that something was wrong.

“What the…” Twilight said while narrowing her eyes to adjust her focus.

The ceiling was covered entirely by a layer of what seemed to be rust and dry blood; cobwebs were spread in the corners of it as well. The lavender unicorn got up from her bed and scanned the room to soon discover that the entire place was in the same condition, rust and blood. Every piece of furniture was worn out, including her bed.

Moving to the window she noticed that it was covered in dust, Twilight attempted to remove it with her hoof, but it wasn’t coming off for unknown reasons. There was a dim light outside. For a moment, what she pondered if it was the moonlight.

“What is happening here? What the heck is all this?” She headed to the bookshelves and picked up a book. After she opened it, she discovered that nothing was written in it.

After looking through more of the books on the shelves, she noticed them too were blank. “These books, why they are like this?” she muttered with a bit of sadness in her voice due to the fact that the books she once enjoyed reading were now mysteriously blank.

“Ahhhhhhh!” A scream echoed through the room making Twilight loosen her grip on the book and letting it fall to the floor. Her heart began to race inside her chest.

“What was that?” The scream was high pitched, most likely coming from a mare. Twilight stared at her bedroom door for what seemed like an eternity. She walked slowly towards the door and opened it. She stared for a long moment at the stairway. The way down would be hard, but it was pointless to stay locked in her room forever.

Twilight walked down, taking a look at her surroundings, and realized that her entire house was equally worn out just like the bedroom.

“Hello? Is somepony out here?” she called.

After examining the living room, she headed to the bathroom and the kitchen to discover nothing relevant.

“What is happening to this place?” Twilight muttered while looking again at every corner of the living room to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

She decided to go outside. It would be better than staying home inhaling that putrid smell. A light-purple aura appeared from her horn to the doorknob as she turned it. She tried to push the door open but it wouldn’t budge. She tried using more strength but it was useless.

Something on the wall aside the door caught her attention. It was a small protuberance. Twilight became curious and came closer to it.

“Creepy, it looks like a face.” the strange resemblance made her confused but she tried to convince herself that it was a mere coincidence.

The unicorn headed to the door once again, determined to open it no matter what. She stopped at the door and attempted to open it again. Focusing more power to the spell, her head started to ache and she gave up. Defeated, she sat on the wooden floor and sighed heavily.

“Damn! What’s happening here? Why can’t I even open the door…” suddenly she picked up a faint noise. Gazed in front of her, she noticed that the bulge on the wall was growing into unknown form, similar to something like a pony’s head. In fact, it was.

The creature stopped struggling for a moment and faced Twilight with only its head out of the wall. Its eyes were bright a red froze her in place. It started once again to fight to free itself. It began with its forelegs, then its body, and at last, its hind legs. After freeing itself, Twilight examined it. The body of the monster was covered in what appeared to be bruises and scratches with a white coat but no tail or mane.

It was floating several hoofs from the floor and slowly started moving towards Twilight. Its mouth hung open and was dripping a strange sticky fluid that also covered its body and the wall that it once belonged to.

Twilight got up and blindly ran until she hit a bookshelf. The unknown creature was getting closer until their distance was just a couple of hooves from each other. “Why can’t I move?” She looked once again at the creatures eyes and a buzzing white noise filled her mind. The closer it got to her, the louder the sound became. Her head started to pound with such intensity, she unwillingly sat on the floor and closed her eyes.

Her mind was drifting and she couldn’t discern anything anymore. She felt her senses fade away as the sound grew quiet inside her head, until all that remained was nothing. Emptiness.