Pyramid Head goes to Ponyville

Vatiel scribbled furiously on the dirt marble floor with a large piece of red Crayola chalk, since it was an urgent situation he had at hand that didn’t allow any time to craft up the normal blood-infused chalk. The spell mark Vatiel was drawing had to be perfect, otherwise the whole process would go wrong, throwing him and the rest of the group traveling with him into the depths of space with no way back.

     On the other side of the room, the two Australian accented schisms looked on, admiring their master’s crafty work.

    “He works at an alarmin’ rate, doesn’t he, Jad?” Ned noted.

    Jad raised a small apple to his jaws, awkwardly taking a large bite out of the small fruit as some bits of it dribbled down his mouth. “He sure does. I would ‘ate to see ‘im break concentration now.”

    Ned gasped. “Where did ya get that?!”

    Jad continued to nibble at the apple. “Get what, mate?”

    “That!” Ned jabbed a pointed finger at the fruit. “Where’d you get that?”

“I found it.” Jad said with an unhonest tone. “Over on Nathan Street. Picked it up while I was walkin’ along, mindin’ my own business.”

“Now that’s just a straight up fib, that was. I know that there isn’t an apple tree or any kind of fruit tree in the whole town. Now where did you get that apple?” Ned said dangerously.

“I told you!” Jad said, making sure to sound honest this time. “I was walkin’ along on Haven Avenue, and the-”

“Oh, so now it’s Haven Ave? Which is it, man? Nathan or Haven? Or you can stop fibbin and tell me where you got that bloody apple!”

    “How about you go shove a steel pipe up your bum, ‘ow about that, you nosy bastard?”

    “Me, the bastard?! You son-of-a-bitch!”

    Jad threw down the apple and gave Ned a shove. There was a pause for a second before Ned charged back with a fierce battle cry.

    Fists and blades were flying, somehow not making contact with either schism as they tried helplessly to pummel one another into the ground.

    “WAIT, WAIT! STOP!” Jad yelled. The two monsters stopped flailing and stood in an awkward position as their jaws were locked together. Ned tried to pull out with a yank, but it was unhelpful.

    “Now look what you did, you blade swingin’ simpleton.” Jad said with spite and anger.

    “What I did?! You were the first to shove!” Ned retaliated with the same amount of hate.

    “No I wasn't!”

    “Yes you were!”

    “No I wasn’t!”

    “Yes you were!”

    “No I wasn-”

    Valtiel shot up suddenly, turned faster than a tornado, and took a deep breath.

    “SHUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!”

    Valtiel’s roar shook the room as miscellaneous tools and other things fell off of the work benches around him. The floor was cracking slightly as the two idiotic monsters shook with absolute terror.

    “W-w-were sorr-ry boss! W-w-w-we were just-” Ned stammered with fear.

    “YOU WERE INTERRUPTING MY WORK! LIKE ALWAYS!” Valtiel shouted again. “I SWEAR TO SAMAEL YOU TWO ACT LIKE CHILDREN!”

    The fallen angel stomped up to the shivering tangled mess that was Ned and Jad, grabbed both of their mouths, and ripped them apart from each other, releasing them from the jam violently.

"OW! FUCK!" the two said in unison.

"Now." Valtiel said quietly, shaking with anger. "I have something for you two to do."

The monsters nodded furiously, intent on listening to every word.

"Go to the Blue Creek Apartments and get the others that were with me before, those being Walter, The Nurse, Angela, and The Butcher."

Ned raised his hand. Valtiel put a finger to his temple in stress. "Yes, Ned?"

"Why are you taking Butch? He wasn't part of the original group."

"Well, although I dont doubt that Walter could handle the job of protecting the other two members, I just want to be safe and make The Butcher go, just in case his strength is needed."

Both schisms nodded slowly. They turned abruptly and rushed out of the laboratory.

"Where do you think he can be?" Alessa asked quietly to the two others in the small apartment room.

"I don't know, sweetie. But where ever he is, I hope he's alright." Nursie stroked the little girls black, mangy hair. Alessa closed her eyes, enjoying the soft brushing.

"Well, if its anywhere, it better not be farm or something like it." Walter huffed over by the fridge as he got out some left-over Chinese takeout. He began to rummage through the drawers, looking for a pair of equal chopsticks. "I hate animals. Disgusting things they are."

"I think cats are kinda nice." Alessa said softly. "They're cute and fluffy, and they sit on your lap all snug and comfy."

Walter sneered. "Ugh. Cats are the worst. Spread hair everywhere, hiss at you and piss all over the place." The long haired lunatic shuffled over to the old, dusty recliner in the corner, and fell into it, not dropping a bit of his orange chicken and fried rice.

"Well maybe your just not a cat person then." The nurse spoke up. "Maybe your more of a, oh, I don't know, a dog person?"

"As I said," Walter grumbled while chewing, pausing for a moment to finish. "I'm not an animal person."

"Oh, come on, there has to be ONE animal that you don't hate."

Walter took The Nurse's words to consideration. He tapped to tip of his chopstick against his chin for a while, Alessa and the Nurse waiting in mild suspense.

"Fish."

The nurse sat up a bit. "Fish?"

"Yep." Walter took a bite out of a peculiarly large piece of chicken. "Little things don't make a sound. You can just watch them float around a bowl and pass the time quite easily."

The Nurse just blankly stared at Walter for a second. "Well... Okay then."

The door burst open with two scrambling schisms tumbling to the floor, cursing at each other viciously.

"Maybe if you let me go first we wouldn't have knocked down the freakin' door!" One snapped at the other.

"Ah, shut your trap." The other growled.

"Um, hello?" Alessa said abruptly. The two monsters lying on the floor looked up at the small girl, both remembering their simple task. The two scrambled to their feet at a sloppy attention, like two foolish soldiers.

"Valtiel needs you three at his laboratory immediately!" the monsters spoke surprisingly in unison.

"Well finally!" Walter shoved himself off the recliner. "Lets get going!" He briskly walked over to the door.

"Hey! Wait up!" The nurse rushed after him, Alessa holding onto her hand.

It seems like only yesterday,

A small cafe, a crowded floor.

And as we danced the night away,

You said to me forever more.

And then the song became a sigh,

Forever more became goodbye,

But you remain in my heart, so-

"Butcher?"

The butcher stopped singing. He began to realize where he was and what he was doing there before he got distracted by his favorite music.

The hulking man looked over to the kitchen door to see a trio of familiar faces.

"Now what is this?" He walked over to the three intruders.

"Valtiel needs you to come with us to his lab." Walter said. "We're going to find Pyramid Head."

"Huh. I was wondering when he was going to actually search for the big guy." The butcher folded his arms. "But what does he need me for?"

Walter shrugged.

"Right. I'm sure he has a good reason." The Butcher began to walk out of his kitchen. "Well, aren't you three coming?" he asked as the trio scurried along after the demonic butcher.

"I'm glad you four arrived here without delay." Valtiel rose up from the rusty chair he was waiting in.

"So is the spell mark done or what?" Walter asked. "We've been waiting all morning."

"It is complete, but that wasnt the hardest part of our journey," Valtiel explained. "I'm not sure what this universe will be like, but we must be ready for anything."

"I guess thats why your bringing me along?" The Butcher looked at his Cleaver, slowly gliding the tip of his finger along the sharp edge.

"Exactly." Valtiel poked The Butcher in the chest with a bony finger. "But in case you are separated from the group," Valtiel turned to the rest of the posse. "Does everyone have a weapon with them?"

"Yep." Walter raised two shiny, high caliber pistols out of his coat. The nurse picked up a rusted pipe off of one of the nearby worktables, and lifted it infront of her, giving Valtiel a nod.

"And you, small one?" Valtiel bent down a little bit to make eye contact with Alessa. She gave him a smile as she conjured Barbed wire from the ground, it twisting and writhing around her like metal snakes.

"Fantastic! Now then." Valtiel hopped up and turned towards his spell mark. Under his breath he began to chant a traditional spell from The Order's past. As he muttered the cursed words, a red mist highlighted with dark lines began to swirl around his palm. With a twitch of his arm, the mist gathered together into a tightly packed ball, and shot at the center of the elaboratly designed spell mark. The lines of the mark began to glow bright red, as the floor around it began to sink into an endless pit of darkness. The hole, which was now done forming, began to suck in with a strong force.

"Right!" Valtiel shouted above the roaring winds. "Now I'll be the first to jump inside! All of you follow in line, Understand!?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah!"

"Okay!"

"JUST FUCKING GO ALREADY!" Walter yelled. With that, Valtiel tuned back and hopped into the gaping pit. The hole swallowed him like the end of a vacuum cleaners hose. Only a distant "weeeeee...." could be heard.

The butcher ran into the pit. "GERONIMO!" There he went.

Then Walter just walked into it, no expression whatsever on his face. It seemed that he was almost bored with all of this excitement around him.

The Nurse picked up Alessa in her arms. "Are you ready, sweetie?!" She shouted. Alessa returned a little nod.

"Okay," The Nurse prepared to leap. "One, two, Three!" She jumped with amazing force. "Here we goooooooooooooooooo....."

As soon as The Nurse and Alessa were sucked in, the pit closed up, leaving a chilling silence in the empty, now messier laboratory.

To be continued.