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Murphy/Henry incest fic

Done by request for a certain someone ;)

Warning: Alternate universe, teenagers, incest, fluffy. Fluffy... cheesy... FEEL THE FLUFF. Yaoi. Mentions of abuse and fluff.

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It was late at night when he finally walked into their shared bedroom. He would have slammed the door shut, if he didn’t know that the hinges would break, but instead closed it gently. As soon as the reassuring ‘click’ was heard, the seventeen year old locked the door from the inside. The only good thing about living in Silent Hill’s most rundown apartment was that it was close to a locksmith. Along with his brother, he would walk down to the smith, as often as they could, and would ask if they could have some of the old locks. They had collected an impressive amount of bolts, clasps and latches over the years and had attached each and every one onto their frail door. When he had finished putting every lock in place, the security made the exit look like a foreboding, chained fortress. Just how they liked it. Despite the darkness, the tall man didn’t bother with the room lights: his quarters were already dimly illuminated by the lone streetlamp outside. The teenager carefully walked past his shared chest of drawers and the scrapbook-covered table towards the two pathetic-looking, single beds. He stared at the occupied bed, gazing at the unmoving body of his beloved. He slowly sat down, causing the old furniture to loudly creak as the extra weight was added. “Murphy?” Despite the lithe figure being still under the worn blanket, the brunette knew that his younger brother was awake. He never went to bed before midnight. Neither of them did. Murphy smiled gently, letting his hand stroke his brother’s dry face in confirmation. Upon contact, he felt his whole body light up and joy course through him. Murphy loved his brother. He loved him very much. It was getting to the point his affection was considered past brotherly. “Hey...” Murphy whispered, “you okay?” Of course, he never had time to question his feelings. He had to make sure his brother was alright. He always did. The figure under the blanket shuffled and sat up, revealing his thin, younger brother, Henry. Henry gave a sharp nod, sending his messy hair over his eyes and suddenly resembling a puppy. Murphy chuckled but the thin teen flicked his hair off his face and glared, unamused. The laughter died quickly and there was silence between the two. “He hit you again, didn’t he?’ His tone made it sound more like a statement then a question. While the tone was monotonous, his narrow face was drenched in worry and concern. It was very discomforting to his sibling, being used to seeing Henry’s default ‘poker face’, and Murphy was forced to look away from the scrutinizing gaze. He broke their routine today and Henry was anxious. Of course he was. He had every reason to be. It was the same everyday. After school, the two would usually go home via bus, hurry up the stairs to their apartment and do their chores: Murphy cleaning up the usual drunken mess and Henry cooking dinner. Then they would head straight to their room and hide behind their locked door. Until the next day, they would remain in there and occupy themselves with homework and idle chatter. All because they didn’t want to see their father. Murphy hated the routine. He hated it almost as much as he hated his father: a pathetic, drunken-mess of a man who had enough strength in his punches to kill an ox and a liver stronger then that. It sickened him to no end that both he and Henry had to cower in fear from him everyday, despite they were both nearing adulthood. For ten years, the Pendleton brothers had lived like frightened rats. Murphy had hated every minute of it. The nightmare began when their mother died- after a horrible car accident. He couldn’t remember much before her death, but he knew that he had felt happy before then. They all did. When she so abruptly left, their father broke. He soon fell into depression and turned to excessive binge-drinking. The drinking got him fired from his respectable job and forced their small family to move to the once-prosperous dump known as Silent Hill- where he now worked, for minimum-wage, in a factory. His drinking only got worse then. His depression then turned to sick aggression and he began taking it out on the boys. He blamed them for their sweet mother’s death because she had been speeding to pick up her sons from school. He would yell how it was their fault, and how he wished they were never born, before punching Murphy in the face or throwing something at Henry. Mostly, he would pick on Henry. Both of them had considered trying to get away from this awful place. None of the police or child care services gave a damn about what was happening in Silent Hill (they had given up on crime there- Silent Hill was the slime at the bottom of the barrel) so Murphy had tried, two years ago, getting a part-time job to rustle up some money. Just enough money to get them both away from that terrible man. The plan didn’t end well. When he had arrived home from his first day at work, he found that his father had come home early and, the then thirteen-year old, Henry crying in a corner; glass shards (from his father’s beer bottle) lodged into his arms. Henry was the more reserved and sensitive of the two. He was very awkward and extremely shy; possessing ‘doormat tendencies’ their father loved to exploit. While Murphy wasn’t beyond ramming his fist into his father’s beer belly; Henry took the abuse given. It was like he had an aura that asked people to bully him. It was around him at school too. Bullies picked on Henry all the time; so Murphy had to protect him there too. Henry wasn’t completely dependent on Murphy but the older boy took it upon himself to be his shield. It had always been this way. “Did dad hit you again?” Henry’s light, unintentionally-calming voice pulled Murphy out of his tired, zoned state. Slowly, the youth placed his hand on Murphy’s shoulder forcing the emotional man to look at his straight face. “Tell me Murphy... did dad hit you?” “He didn’t hit me.” The young man hated the concerned look the other brunette was giving. He was looking at what a mess he was: Angry red marks and bruises... along with one lone scar on his prominent cheekbone. Henry was always looking so concerned and sad.



“Don’t lie to me.” He said stiffly. Murphy felt his empty stomach churn at the words of distrust. “I never lie to you.” Sometimes he kept things from the fifteen year old, like his feelings, but he never outright lied. Henry usually could spot the deception immediately. “... He didn’t hit me. He came with a knife.” “What?” Henry’s voice was dramatically softer in disbelief. He was unable to speak. He didn’t have to. Knowing him so well, Murphy could read most of his brother’s thoughts off his face and body: and he cringed when he realised the scale of panic Henry was in. If Henry was anything like him, he would’ve yelled: “Why? What did you do? Why were you so late? You missed the bus! I was worried sick!” He reached out to comfort his brother but the youth shook his hand away and stared at his body. Murphy sighed. He didn’t want Henry to be upset like this. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I got detention at school.”  “For what?” The expression flickered off his face, replacing itself with mournful curiosity. “Sullivan, Sewell and Napier were bullying you at lunch, right?” The brunette nodded, unsure where he was going with this. “Well... after Eileen took you away, I... kinda got into a fight with them.” Henry’s eyes widened again. “What the hell? Are you crazy?” Again he saw his brother’s panicked traits. He resisted the urge to bring his brother into a hug and reassure him with empty words.  “I had Anne for back up.” Henry looked up at the mention of Murphy’s best friend. “She has one, mean roundhouse kick on her. Took Sewell down in two hits and gave him a bloody nose. I tried to do the same with Sullivan but that didn’t work as well. I fell over.” That released the tension out of Henry. It was as close as Murphy was going to get to a smile or a laugh. “Are you crazy?” Murphy gave him a simple smirk. Was he crazy? No... generally Murphy was just inattentive in class, suspicious of everything and he kept to himself. He was normal as you could be, given his circumstances. But was he crazy for Henry? ...Yes. Yes, he was. “Maybe I am...” “Okay. I can accept that...” Murphy heard his tone and knew it was time to cut the weak jokes. “... Continue please.” “Well... what’s there to say?” He shrugged. “Mr. Coleridge stopped the fight and he sent the five of us to the principal’s office. For some reason, bloody principal what’s-his-face didn’t believe me when I said I was fighting for you.” Murphy noticed his brother fidgeting- something he would do when he was embarrassed or caught off guard. Silence continued to linger around them. “Well... since it’s Friday, we had to stay in school until seven and do shit I barely even remember and... well... then they called up our ‘charming father’.” “And then he got mad.” Henry cringed. “And then he got mad.” Murphy repeated with a sigh, thankful that his younger brother didn’t ask about the car ride home and remained oblivious to his painful ‘detour’ to a parking lot. He didn’t doubt that Henry had heard their fighting when they returned. Murphy suddenly wondered how long had Henry been waiting for him to come up. Henry’s body was tense, practically screaming that’d he’d been worried sick. He hadn’t he seen his brother’s face like this- so emotional- in a long time. Murphy slowly placed his larger hands over his beloved sibling’s. “Don’t worry Henry. I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Have you seen yourself in the mirror Murphy?" If he was being yelled at, Murphy probably would have found it easier to cope. This was just Henry talking to him in his tender but disappointed voice. Murphy felt his gut flip. The man shamefully looked away again, trying not to look into the troubled green eyes. He knew exactly how he looked but he didn’t want Henry to worry: he wanted him to feel as safe as he could in this hell hole. Murphy had to be strong for the both of them. Like how he always was. Suddenly, the young man felt a palm on his face. The hand cupped under Murphy’s chin turned his head back towards his dearest brother. A faint blush began to spread over Murphy’s cheeks as his blue-grey eyes met Henry’s green-amber ones. Under the faint, gold-ish light, the two brothers just stared intimately at each other. Henry opened his captivating lips, to say something, but he quickly closed it. The action made Murphy realise how badly he wanted to fuck morals and kiss him right there. Their faces were so close and their lips were almost touching. He just needed to lean slightly over... He didn’t. “Henry... I’m fine...” Murphy said finally. While his face moved away, his hands slid up to affectionately hug him and close the small gap between their bodies. Henry then grabbed his wrists, tears starting to crawl out of his eyes. “No... You’re not Murphy...” The pain laced on his face showed that he wanted to yell. “You never are. You’ve been hurt again and stop trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt.” His voice was wavering as he fought back his tears. Murphy just sat there as Henry’s grip tightened. “Please... please just stop taking hits for me. I’m old enough, now, to take care of myself...” Murphy pried his hand out of the younger one’s hold. His thumb brushed the stray, salty drops off his brother’s face. Henry didn’t fight him. “Do you know how much it hurts when I see you bleed? When I see you in pain? When I know it’s because of me? Why do you do it?” His voice got fainter with every sentence. “I’m always making you unhappy...” “No you’re not.” “Then you enjoy getting hit? Why do you keep putting yourself into these situations?” Henry looked away. “...Please tell me.” “Because I’m your brother and... I love you. I will always protect you.” He said slowly, practically without thinking. Henry brought him into a hug, one that he eagerly returned. Murphy let the night take the noise as they held each other; soaking up every detail of the embrace. He could feel his brother’s heart beat through his chest; his body heat surge up and Henry’s breathing- slow, deep and nervous. “What else?” Henry asked suddenly. “Huh?” “What else?” He insisted. The older brother tried to part away but his sibling kept him from moving too far. Henry looked at him. “What do you mean?” Murphy asked as he looked down, not daring to directly meet the younger man’s eyes. Another burst of silence followed. Then Murphy suddenly felt Henry’s sweet, forbidden lips against his own. He could hardly believe his utterly adorable brother was making out with him. Murphy just froze as the person behind the lips found he wasn’t resisting. Suddenly, the teenager flipped Murphy onto his back. Murphy’s surprised yell was broken by the second, more sensual kiss. Henry shook and pressed harder against his brother, slithering his tongue into the reluctantly-eager mouth. Murphy gave a small moan, writhing as Henry continued to kiss him. As much as Murphy wanted to continue their mouth warfare, he knew that this... this seemed wrong. Did he actually feel how he did? Or was Henry using him for comfort? Murphy placed his hands against Henry’s thin frame and tried to push him off... only for his hands to be slapped away. Henry changed his target, taking advantage of his brother’s shocked reaction to his aggressiveness, and began to nibble and lick his neck. Murphy bit back a moan as the warm saliva slicked onto his flesh. Henry’s sensuous hands ran up the older teen’s body, feeling the curl of Murphy’s muscles under him. “H-Henry! W-what are you doing?” Henry entwined their fingers and pushed himself up, straddling Murphy’s hips. “Come on! I mean g-gah!” Henry brought his face down to Murphy’s. Contrary to his actions, Henry didn’t look at all lustful. Instead it was a shy, adorable face that screamed ‘please fuck me.’ “I love you Murphy.” Murphy could feel his heart stop. “And... if you don’t love me back... it’s okay. Just... let me pleasure you for a while.” Murphy’s mouth was filled by Henry’s tongue before he could respond. The limber fingers snaked their way to the loose, green shirt; picking the buttons off as Henry’s mouth danced in and out of Murphy’s. The older brother moaned as Henry licked the bottom of his lip and began to suck it.  Murphy shivered as the night’s chill crept onto his torso. The aroused brunette on top of him ran his fingers down his scarred, chiseled chest; tickling him slightly before his sibling’s mouth moved yet again to his taunt nipples. At his touch, Murphy flushed a gleaming red. While this was literally his horniest fantasy come to life, he was still hesitant to respond. As much as his body was screaming for him to take control and fuck his brother senseless, Murphy kept restraint. Henry was fifteen. He wasn’t supposed to have his first sexual experience so early, especially with his brother... right? A surge of pleasure snapped Murphy out of his stupidly rational thoughts. He looked down to see Henry, looking uncharacteristically coy and downright sexy, licking his torso. His hands had already slipped down to his belt and had started prying it off. Murphy yelped and began to struggle a bit. He had to take care of his little brother- not be tempted by him and possibly traumatize him for the rest of his life. “You want me... don’t you bro?” He wasn’t talking dirty. Henry stated it like the fact it was. Here he was, almost screaming in complete ecstasy at the attention given, and Henry was just... being Henry. Murphy moaned, struggling to resist the feelings given by his precious brother. The younger man licked the nipple again, accidentally rubbing his chest against Murphy’s bulging pants as he slinked up. His body was screaming wildly now. He couldn’t... he had to resist all of his brother’s incubus-like temptation. And then something occurred to Murphy. Just because he didn’t want to ruin sex for both of them; didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in a little taste. It was Henry’s turn to give the yell. Murphy wrapped his previously-idle hands around his waist and   flipped the two. The bed squealed as Murphy fluidly pressed his mouth against the similar shaped lips: rolling his tongue around and absorbing the taste of his forbidden fruit. Henry’s breathing quickly became ragged and harsh as Murphy kissed him more intensely. He closed his eyes and began to croon in the back of his throat, arousing Murphy further. Thick hands began to roll down Henry’s sides, stopping at the curve of his hip while the other teased the thin pajama pants. Underneath his hands, he felt Henry’s muscles shudder and tense, as if preparing itself for what was to come. “Murphy...” Instead, Murphy took the hands out of his pants and took off the younger teen’s pajama top, showing his ensemble of scars. Murphy knew his brother hated them- how he had to always see them and how they would never go away. He hated Murphy seeing the ugly mark too: the boy tried to take his shirt back but Murphy threw it to the other bed. He pecked Henry’s lips gently and the two looked at each other again. Slowly, Murphy moved down to his body. With a hard bite and grind, he started to make large hickeys over Henry’s scars. Henry moaned and shuddered as Murphy replaced the heinous marks with ones of his own. Abuse was concealed by love, comfort, affection and a hint of lust. It took most of his willpower to not go any further and the rest of it to not stop when he accidentally made Henry bleed. While raw and painful at first, Murphy’s emotions began to speak through the new red/purple marks forming on Henry’s body. The sky had started to glow red when Murphy finished sucking Henry’s fingers. Although both of them were both eager for the other’s bodies, Murphy backed away and embraced the younger boy into a hug. “Let’s stop here... okay?” He whispered. Henry panted heavily, glancing up in sexual frustration. “Henry... I know... it’s been hard on both of us but this isn’t the way to lose our virginity. Come on... when you find that special someone... do you really want to think of me?” “Yes.” Henry groaned, unintentionally grinding his body against his brother. “... Let’s stop here. Alright?” Even though he said it in the same way, Henry listened to him. The young man backed away and sat in the middle of the bed. He gave a slow, defeated nod. Without words, Henry shifted over and, taking his cue, Murphy slid under the covers into the single bed with him. Murphy tiredly cradled his brother, placing his face in the other’s soft hair. Henry cuddled against his body, just enjoying his brother’s closeness. They were content and now were beginning to cool down. Quiet descended and the two were suddenly still. They remained in the cuddling position for such a long time, Murphy thought his brother was sleeping. The sun was rising and Murphy knew he wasn’t going to sleep. The man reached out to touch his brother’s face stopping suddenly the smaller teenager spoke. “... You probably hate me. I’m sorry.”  “I don’t hate you.” He murmured back. “I just don’t think either of us are ready for this yet. I don’t want us to rush into something that we’re not sure about.” “So you hate me.” Henry repeated. “Henry... I love you.” He said firmly. Although his voice was level, his heart had started convulsing rapidly. “I’ve loved you from the time you were born... as a brother... and...” He died off. Henry’s breath got slightly louder. “...I’m not saying you don’t know how to feel... but you can’t confuse love with...” “Love with comfort. I know and I haven’t Murphy.” The younger man interrupted. Henry shifted in his arms. “And I know I have feelings for you... far beyond brotherly.” Shame laced his voice. “You’re always there, protecting me and I love you for that and more. You don’t just ‘make’ me feel better like Eileen or Alex. You are the reason I feel better. I feel better just having you around.” He trembled as Murphy tensed. “As long as I can remember, it’s always been you holding me and... and... I just can’t explain it. I only realised tonight... last night... how much you mean to me and how madly I’m in love with you.” His voice trailed off quickly, as if he wanted to saw more but was too embarrassed. Murphy stared down at Henry before hugging him closely. Henry whimpered in a child-like manner. “Please... don’t hate me...” “I don’t. I could never hate you.” Murphy kissed his brother on the forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve loved you like I should love someone else? Do you know how many hours I’ve spend wondering about how I should confess my feelings for you? I’ve loved you like this longer then I should. I wanted you so badly bro.” He squeezed him. “Do you want to know why I can fight? You fixed everything and made things right for me. Just by smiling you gave me the will for me to survive and a reason to fight. You never knew it, but you've done so much for me; just your presence gives me courage. You were always there to encourage me to do my best and the only one to give two damns.” Henry gasped as Murphy finished his sappy confession. “You are the only one that I love... The person who gave meaning to my life is you...” Henry stared up wildly at Murphy. Then, slowly, he kissed him again. “Do you... you mean that?” he asked, breaking the short-lived gesture. “Yes... every word.” Suddenly Henry gave a small yawn, causing Murphy to chuckle. He pulled the blanket a little higher. “Now I think it’s past both our bedtimes. Go get some sleep.” “But what about dad?” “Father can go fuck himself and make his own breakfast. I’ll make sure he won’t do anything while you rest.” Henry frowned slightly. Murphy gave a sigh before kissing his brother on the forehead again. “Goodnight Henry.” Slowly the teen’s eyes hesitantly closed. His worried face dissolved into tranquility as his brother moved closer to him. Murphy’s eyelids soon followed and they both relaxed into a peaceful sleep. “... Murphy... thank you... for loving me.” 

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I found a video of a mod Henry Townshend sashaying his hips.

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Eileen's Birthday

Henry had a few things to say to her. Notes: Henry's PoV BUT everything I've written is what Henry says out loud. You don't hear his thoughts.

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... No. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Just a little nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. .... Yeah, she is special. I’ve wanted to tell her for a long time but... well... you know what I mean, right? .... Yeah, here’s the stop. ... ... I will. Thanks for the ride Travis. I’ll see you in a few hours. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Where are you? I know you’re hiding here somewhere. Oh! There you are, I almost missed you. How are you Eileen? Are you keeping well? .... What? You didn’t believe me? I told you I’d remember. I’m here, aren’t I? Look... umm... I got you a gift. I know you said there was no need but... well I hope you like them. It is a special occasion after all. Yeah... I know you love flowers and these roses reminded me of you. This shade of red reminded me of your beautiful lips and the petals reminded me of your skin: so soft and pure. I know they’re not as nice as you are but it’s as close to as perfection as I could get. .... A-ah... Yeah. I’m sorry. That sounded really weird: don’t try to convince me otherwise. It’s kind of hard to articulate my thoughts into words like this. You were always so much better at expressing yourself, Eileen. You’re a much better person then I am in general. Everything about you is just... something else. Even now I’m just awestruck just talking to you. 
 ....... .... Umm.... you want me to talk more about myself? I can barely give you news. I’m guess doing fine. It’s Spring and there’s a lot to take photographs of. Wait, of course you know that. Spring is your favourite time of the year, isn't it? I’m going to the National Park later: maybe I’ll have some leftover photos to give to you. Most of them go to paying for that new apartment though... Uh.... wait! Never mind! I promise I’ll get you some beautiful shots Eileen! I’ll save some especially for you. It’s not a trouble at all! Really! .... So, what else is going on with me? Well, I won that photography competition again and, ah! I met up with Frank on Wednesday: he said he’ll try find you when he finishes work tomorrow, so look out for him, okay? .... For most part, my life has been pretty uneventful lately. I guess that’s all I have to say. .... Ummm... Did you know I still dream about you? We would always be in a nice place, walking hand in hand: You, with your bright, evergreen eyes sparking and me being... me. I don’t know what we would do but I always remember seeing you, looking like a perfect goddess as you always did. Even when you were injured you were pretty... ....Hey, Eileen. You know, I didn’t just come to talk to you about my dreams and my life. I’ve got some things I need to say. Happy Birthday Eileen. Thank you for being there for me whenever I was down. Hahaha... you’d think it’d be the other way around but, no. You were more support for me then you can imagine and I want you to know that. I feel like saying a speech for your birthday but... well, what can I say about you? You’re just... perfect. You’re so perfect that you’re unreal at times. You are always so friendly and willing to help everyone. You are kind, generous, caring and supportive and... well... I’ve never met someone as selfless, strong and amazing as you are. As you were. Oh God. Eileen, I’m sorry. I promised that I wouldn’t do this, but I have. I know, for the sake of both of us, I shouldn’t be doing this but I have to now. I lied earlier. I’m not okay. I have something I need to tell you. I- I- I love you. I love you Eileen Amy Galvin. Oh God, I love you so much. You told me in the Water Prison to... to never give up. You said you wanted to see me smile. You said you wanted to get through this together. I know I should n-not be on my knees, in front of you crying but- but it’s hard for me Eileen. They all said it'd bring some closure to say your name but they think its not my fault. T-They don’t know the truth. I’m sorry that I couldn’t kill Walter fast enough to save you. I’m so sorry Eileen. I’m so sorry. .... I’m so sorry... ... I never wanted anything so bad but I’d give anything just to have the chance of doing everything over. I'd give up all the world to see your angelic face staring back at me. I’d face Walter again if I could have you back. I... I just want to hold you Eileen and just show you how strongly I feel for you! I never told you to your face on how much I loved you and you completed me. I maybe a photographer, but you helped me capture the beauty in living, even in the face of hell. You gave me so much strength and you didn’t even know it. I know I've gotta live with the choices I made but... Eileen... just knowing you’re gone just hurts so much. I can barely live with myself knowing th-that I could have saved you.  ..... .... It hurts Eileen. I hope you’re waiting for me in heaven, Eileen. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face again. If anything, that would be my reward for enduring for so long. Don’t worry, I’m not taking my life but I’m just... tired, alright? I’m really tired now. Can I just rest against your headstone? Just until I stop crying. .... Thank you Eileen. I’m sorry Eileen. I love you Eileen.

Henry/Victim 21 Oneshot

For my good buddy GoddessofAnubis. She's read the story on FFN but we both thought it'd be a good idea to release it here as well ^^ Should I start another blog for SH fanfics? Or are you guys okay with me spaming you? I'm so sorry ><!!!

Peephole

Summary: "There was no other explanation for it. He was a pervert. The worst kind of pervert there was. Why else would he be getting turned on by a stripping, mutilated-version of himself?"

Henry Townshend gets a strip show from Victim 21 outside his door.

Catergory; Humor/Romance

Pairing: Henry Townshend / Victim 21121 (http://images.wikia.com/silent/images/a/a7/Ghost_henry.png)

Ever since he had returned the Otherworld's St. Jerome's hospital, Henry Townshend found that room 302 was now haunted. Considering he had been locked in his apartment for weeks on end; found a hole to another dimension in his bathroom and watched a few people die, he wasn't completely surprised with this new form of torture.

Surprised? No. Scared? For most part, yes. When a new haunting appeared, he'd freak out as any sane person would. Generally he could deal with all the messed up nonsense this apartment gave him. It was getting to the point where nothing could surprise him. Creepy ghost from the wall? Fine... shove a holy candle under it. Weird kid in his closet? Okay... St. Medallion to the rescue. Cats suddenly in his fridge? Didn't faze him. Haunted slippers? No big deal.

The only haunting that Henry was truly afraid of was that... that thing outside.

Slowly but surely, the man looked through the peephole from a safe distance. Yep. The poor victim was still there, muttering away.

That thing (he couldn't refer to it as anything else) turned up days ago after he received a page from Joseph's diary under his door- telling him that he was the 21st Sacrament of Walter's sick and twisted plan to reunite with his 'Mother'. At first, he thought it was the result of his scared, overactive imagination... but it kept returning.

He could always tell when it was there: the peephole on his door would start to bleed and chills would run down his spine. He could tell when it was supposedly watching him. The smart thing he should have done was to ignore it or just stick a Holy candle in front of the door. Now he felt compelled to look at the terrifying thing.

It wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary -ordinary for that thing anyway- but Henry watched it anyway. It was horrifying just to see it standing there: eyes obscured and body covered in rotting flesh. It wasn't just a look-alike... it essentially was him. There was a frightening possibility that he could become that sad creature in the hallway if he didn't get out soon.

At first he resented the haunting purely because it disgusted him. However, as he began to think about it; he realised he pitied the deprived doppelganger. He had looked at the thing four times (on different occasions) before he saw past the blood and saw that the... thing was begging for help. It almost seemed to beg for Henry not to turn out like it: to not be permanently scarred with 21121 on his chest and have half his face ripped out.

Henry moved away from the doorway and crossed the room to write in his notepad- as he did whenever he felt he'd accomplished something important. He gave a sigh as he scribbled half-heartedly on the pad.

He was still afraid of it... but he was saddened at its suffering as well; even despite it being an illusion. He was sick of watching the haunting's wounds bleed out and not being able to help it.

Henry kicked his front door in a rare moment of frustration. Where was Eileen?

He needed to find her and make sure she was safe. He couldn't save her the first time... but there was a chance she was alright.

He had been finding pieces of information, in the hospital, that she was still alive; but no matter how many doors he tried, he couldn't find her. All he kept running into were oversized, burping patients and wheelchairs that wanted to run him over. He had entered and exited the world three times now and was developing a headache (although that could have been from the insane clock he had exorcised earlier). At this point, it seemed that Eileen was either dead or gone.

The man tiredly leaned against the door, absent-mindedly noting the blood dripping from the peephole. He wanted to give up... but he just couldn't...

Suddenly feeling a nagging feeling, Henry snapped out of his thoughts. He looked at the peephole apathetically looked through it. The thing was back. That was... a relief. It hadn't been around for a while and, even if it was a hideous version of himself, he was happy to finally see something with a human face.

Henry allowed himself to give a weary smile to the dark-shrouded figure. To his surprise, the thing 'saw' it and tried to mimic him. He disgustedly noted that the haunting's ripped flesh looked even more rotten... but... hey. A smile was a smile.

Of course it could probably see him. The other tenants of the building couldn't... but the thing was part of another world. It wasn't a real person and Walter's 'rules' didn't apply to the creature. Maybe the haunting could hear him too.

"Hello? Um... can you hear me?" He knocked on the door. "Umm... hello?" The figure looked at him as it always did. Henry tried again, rapping on the door a little faster. "I'm Henry. Can you talk? Can you say something to me?"

"Help me."

"What the hell?" Henry had definitely heard that. It sounded like him but voice was a bit gravelly, as if not used for a long time. Now the whole figure just seemed kind of sad- it was sentient and yet all it could do was stand there and look at Henry. The man was quiet for a few minutes. Maybe he could ask it for help. He rapped on the door again.

"Can you get me out?" It responded slowly.

"...Trapped." It occurred to Henry that he was seriously deprived of human interaction. Despite the expected bad news, he was strangely content. He got more satisfaction from hearing the thing's voice then he should have.

"Oh... okay..." The thing stared at him through the peephole. There was silence for a while. "Umm... can I..."

"Receiver ... Wisdom... Mother Reborn..." the thing suddenly croaked. "Ei... Eileen..." Henry suddenly felt guilty. He didn't realise how much he was feeling better-being healed simply by being in the 'real world'. He had been distracted with his depression and that thing. There wasn't any time to waste. Eileen still needed him. "Help me.. help me..." Henry gave a slow nod to the figure and swallowed.

"... I will." he muttered. With one last look behind, he forced his legs to move and went back to the hospital.

Henry crawled out of the hole and walked into the living room; feeling bad that he had to go and leave Eileen alone again. Still... it was only going to be a quick trip- he had to put away the golf clubs and he needed to stock up on health drinks.

Rushing to the trunk, he tossed in the bat and began digging through the inventory. As he pulled out the beloved drinks and sorted the things in the large trunk, he noticed that the peephole was bleeding again. He slowed down and stared at the door.

He hadn't seen the unsightly figure in ages. This was the first time he had gotten a chance to revisit the apartment since they had last 'talked'. It had been days. He wasn't sure how long the victim had been waiting there for him. Had he been there since Henry left?

Something tugged inside of him.

Getting up and hoping Eileen would be able to wait, the man walked over and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, there was Victim 21, muttering away as he always did. However, this time there was something different. Vivid red over his face.

Henry couldn't tell if the haunting was crying or bleeding from his eyes.

It didn't matter that Victim 21 wasn't human. It looked like his pain was real. Right then, Henry had the urge to go hug himself and comfort the demonic look-alike. What could he do to help? Ask what's wrong? Henry didn't really see the point- he couldn't afford to waste time- but he sincerely did want to help. In anyway.

Henry wasn't sure what triggered his actions but, as if on instinct, he went to his trunk and got out a near-empty medical kit. There wasn't much left inside of it for him to use but that haunting... if it could use bandaids maybe it would be enough. Grabbing a small amount of cleansing gauze, the quiet man stretched it out and slipped it under the door- hoping that the victim apparition could use it. He knew it wouldn't really help in the end (he doubted the wounds would heal) but at least it made him feel better that he tried.

Henry peaked through the hole again. Surprisingly, the alcohol-soaked material had gotten to the other-side successfully. However the ghost didn't notice: it just kept murmuring.

He knew it wouldn't be useful. He knew it... but that didn't comfort him in anyway.

Shrugging off the heavy feeling of helplessness in his stomach, Henry grabbed his lead pipe and went into his bathroom. There was nothing else he could do here. It was time to enter the next world.

There was no warning. If there was, he could have avoided the mindscar.

Henry had met up with Eileen again and they began traversing through the worlds as fast as they could. During that time, he didn't have many opportunities to go and check on the Victim Henry.

But when he finally did... well... that's how he got into this situation.

"What the hell?"

He had only gone to restock and check if the victim ever took the gauze. He expected it to be a five minute trip. He expected that the gauze was untouched. He expected to see the doppelganger staring at him... not dancing in an extremely raunchy fashion.

It felt weird staring at his own hips.

It was even weirder when he realised that his/the victim's hips actually looked really hot. Victim 21121 was more limber then he looked. It was like watching a porn star (not that Henry had seen any...) instead of a ghost. His moves were in time to an unheard tune and the haunting was rocking his body hard. He clung to himself and then rolled his shoulders back, dragging his hands across his stomach. He then twisted his body, looking almost like he was moaning in ecstasy.

He suddenly wished Eileen was in danger- that would give him some motivation to leave right then- but he knew that she was safely asleep near the hole on the stairs. It was like his eyes knew that too and were permanently glued to the bloody peephole. Why was he watching this? What  was  happening? Since when did he have dancing hauntings?

Henry quickly grew flustered as the victim paraded around the hallway, bloodied hands feeling up his own black-charred body. He could see the identical hands move up so sensuously that, for a moment, he thought he should have felt them on his own skin. The victim's small, crusty hands slowly ran through his oily hair- reflecting off the dim hall lights. Henry absent-mindedly licked his lips. He had seen himself dance before in old home-videos and his mirror (his dancing was worse then his social skills) but this was different. Why the heck was he so fascinated with this accident-induced figure?

He was pretty sure the haunting could see him or at least realised that he was there. It's actions grew more wild and titillating. It moved so that Henry could see the tauntingly-similar figure clearly; every curve and line of his body exposed for his pleasure. As it continued to dance, the photographer could have sworn that the victim smiled at him- although that was impossible. Suddenly embarrassed, Henry tried to look away from the spectacle but something in his head forced him to watch. His attempts to get away were futile... if anything, he was pressing harder against the door, desperate to get closer.

Did Walter manipulate this victim to be a distraction for Henry? To stop him from going anywhere?

If he did, his plan was working. Henry watched in a mix of horror, craving and disgust as the victim pressed its hands over its own body- making its clothes tighten against its flesh. Then, without warning, Victim 21 nimbly started slipping the buttons of his shirt off; tossing its head back into another moan as it did so.

It looked like it was experienced in its actions... What did Walter do? Make Victim 21121 strip for his pleasure?

Oh god he hoped not. Henry pushed the disturbing thought out of his head.

"What the hell?" The haunting fluidly flicked off the long-sleeved over shirt and continued traipsing around in its risqué dance; still staying around the center of the door so Henry could ogle his bloody self. Now without its first layer, the victim exposed its stained-red undershirt.

Henry consciously knew that people would have been turned off by the numbers engraved on the haunting's skin. He knew that the ghastly mess of cracks and veins that throbbed on its body should have made him sick. Out of all the things Henry Townshend knew; he knew that he wanted to touch the haunting.

He had to admit the look-alike was... sexy. The victim's cracked and scarred body didn't put him off (probably because by now he was used to the image) or make the dance any less amatory; rather it highlighted the good portions of his face and legs. Wait... did that mean he thought of himself as hot? It was his body technically...

The dirty movement continued. Movements were more focused on his arms now as the tossed up his shitrt allowed Henry copious peaks of the familiar, slim muscle below. Slowly but surely, a little more of the victim's body was exposed until the once-white undershirt had been removed.

Henry's breathing began to slow, and his face had now taken a shade of permanent red. Was he enjoying this sick act? It was just a bloody version of what Henry saw of himself on a daily basis!

... Except now it was turning him on.

He wouldn't be able to look in a mirror again after this.

With its upper garments discarded, the victim began to take off his belt. It stopped moving for a second so it could dramatically remove the restricting piece of leather. With baited breath, Henry watched the material come out in the haunting's hand and drop to the floor. With that, Victim 21 unbuttoned its pants and began shaking his hips; sashaying rapidly in a hypnotic way.

"What the hell?" Henry bit his lip. Damn! Could he swing his hips like that? Was his body so alluring? For most of the strip show, he had managed to keep himself restrained, but now he could feel his self control slipping. He wanted to caress that mutilated beast and just ravish himself senseless.

He could think that without feeling sick-  he had issues.

Hooking his hands onto the rim of his pants, the victim began to slow down its dance again. It gave a turn and backed up so Henry had a perfect view of his tight jeans. Thrusting his hips out again, the haunting began rubbing down its slim thighs, gently prying away the bottoms.

The jeans were slipped off tormentingly slow, even with the lewdly sensual hip shakes aiding it off. Peaks of his boxers were shown and Henry couldn't tell if he was now watching for the show or to see how far the scary haunting would go.

Once the jeans began pooling around his knees, Henry realised that Victim 21 was wearing the gauze had given him. It was crudely wrapped around the victim's thigh, already stained and somehow rotted to look part of the haunting.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. An odd and outrageous one, but the only logical explanation he could think of.

Was he stripping as a 'thank you' gift?

The disturbing thought sent shivers down his spine- but didn't put him off from watching the doppelganger move his body. It shook and shimmied closer and closer- blood flinging off it like sweat and dribbling down. Henry nervously licked his lips as the dancing became a flurry of erotic moves.

It was still weird watching his body being handled in that fashion but Henry still found it sickly arousing.

There was no other explanation for it. He was a pervert. The worst kind of pervert there was. Why else would he be getting turned on by a stripping, mutilated-version of himself?

Suddenly the dancing stopped. Henry's slight disappointment had no time to shine through as he watched the victim walk up to the peephole. Besides the fact it was barely dressed, it looked like how the victim would usually appear to him. Silence suddenly passed between them and a thick layer of 'awkward' landed on the situation.

"Ummm... you're... a good dancer." Henry managed to mumble out.

Victim 21's head suddenly jerked forward, giving Henry a heart attack as big as the one he had received from Eileen's bloody Robbie the Rabbit doll.

He shivered. Although he couldn't see the haunting's eyes (if it even had any), he could tell it was staring at him. He stared back, slightly unnerved. Now, face-to-face (or face-to-door-to-face), he was sure the victim was smirking at him.

Slowly, it leaned in. Henry held his breath. Without any warning, the sacrament version of Henry licked the glass of the peephole.

"What the hell?" Henry jumped back, falling backwards and clutching his throbbing heart. His vocabulary had degraded and he could only stare at the door in absolute surprise. "What the hell? What the actual hell?" He had just watched the thing strip and saw it try to... lick him? Or was it trying to kiss him? Either way, Henry was completely creeped out.

Instead of being a normal person and getting the hell away from that door, Henry looked through the peephole again to see the figure staring directly at him. It had an expectant look on its face... almost like it wanted Henry to copy its actions.

Was it serious? Did that twisted manifestation honestly want him to lick part of his front door?

It was serious.

Completely and utterly dead serious.

Henry really didn't want to do it. However, something in his gut told him to do it 'or else'.

The man backed away and stared at the door, wondering what to do.

...

Eventually, Henry leaned towards the eyehole and awkwardly kissed it.

"GAH!" He jumped back immediately after feeling something similar to static electricity on his lips "What the hell was that?"

"..."

"I hope you're happy." Henry said, trying to wipe his mouth. After a few minutes of scrubbing his lips with his sleeve and attempting to calm himself down, Henry looked back at the peephole. Victim 21 was picking up its clothes. It looked happy and satisfied... for a tortured manifestation anyway. The expression allowed Henry to give a hint of a smile.

The victim somehow noticed Henry looking. It turned and pointed to its boxers.

"Uh... no thanks." He blushed as he hurried out of the room. He'd been distracted long enough and he didn't really want to find out about how much of a pervert he was. It was about time to get back Eileen; hopefully she would be awake and he could forget this crazy little show.

He hadn't seen Victim 21121 Henry since then. He'd got other hauntings but not that particular one. He may not have missed it but it hurt a little not to have been able to goodbye- he had grown strangely attached to the creepy thing.

As he began stocking up on supplies to finally face Walter, he noticed something under his door.

"Hmm? What's this?" Henry picked up a small, clean piece of cloth from under his door. "Gauze? Where did this come from?" He flipped it over and frowned. He recognised this.

Outlined in blood was 21/21.

"... You're welcome."

Look at all the ridiculous attempts to be funny and serious... Please pay no attention to the crack insanity I spout. I just wanted to get Henry embarrassed and I wanted to write something stupid... so sorry for spaming you >< Fail end is fail XD