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"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
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_{[Henry usually texts first because he is a decent human being, but tonight, tonight begins with a straight-up call. Earlier in the day there was no barrage of candid Pokemon Center photos sent Heather's way so it was obvious that today was a day that Henry was off.]}

Heather are you there?

_{[GOD, HENRY, were you raised in a barn?]

[She's unsurprisingly IN BED LIKE A NORMAL PERSON when Henry calls, and her voice is groggy when she answers.]}

H'lo?

_{[There's a rustle of fluffy hotel-room comforters as she sits up, wedging the 'Gear more comfortably to her ear.]}

Henry?

What time is it?

I don't know. I had the Subway Dream again but it was different this time. It's not supposed to change. It never changes.

_{[There's an odd metallic click-flick sound.]}

_{[Ahh yeah. They've talked about bad dreams on a number of occasions-- you can't be a Silent Hill survivor traveling with other Silent Hill survivors and not wind up waking each other up every so often in the throes of a night terror.]

[There's more rustling as she slides out of bed. In the interest of not waking Envy up, she's gonna go out onto the balcony. Because "bad dream talks" tend to run long.]}

What was different?

_{[... A pause.]}

Are you taking pictures?

No, it's my lighter. I'm trying to--

_{[Flick-click. Flick-lick.]}

Damn. I need something else to light these candles with. Do we keep matches in the house?

_{[Which is a good question to ask about a house where Wrath also lives.]}

There used to be some above the fridge but I think Lust got worried and moved them.

_{[Because it was a house where Wrath also lives.]}

Why don't you have Boo do it?

_{[You can almost hear Henry's expression snapping into focus.]}

--right! Ah, I'm an idiot. Hold on.

_{[The familiar burst of energy can be heard as the little waxy Pokemon appears to help her trainer out. Shuffling and the sliding of drawers can be heard as Henry goes about his Ritual.]}

Right. Right. So. You know, the Subway Dream. I'm trapped in the underground and trying to lead Eileen to a safe place because of her arm and the ghosts are coming from every direction. S-standard stress dream. But...this time the ghosts were all me.

_{[She settles down into one of the balcony chairs and wraps the blanket she'd grabbed to bring with her a little tighter around her neck with a shiver.]

[Fall is well and truly here now, and it's chilly.]}

Ooh.

Well shit, that'd freak me out, too.

What did the ghost-yous do?

Nothing unusual...they did the whole...reaching into my chest and trying to crush my heart like an overripe tomato but they were all me. Dead and bloody and coming out of those sucking holes in the wall. One of the few things I didn't actually have to put my hand on.

_{[Boo can be heard burbling in the background as she's taken a spot on her trainer's shoulder.]}

Nothing weird happened at work...nothing that weird happened with Walter. We had an almost normal discussion. I don't know why it would change like that.

_{[She grimaces at the gory details-- sounds like Silent Hill all right. And she knows better than anybody how horrid having a bloody, undead version of yourself coming at you with violent intent. She doesn't even want to think about facing a whole army of Memories at once.]

[But it's the next thing he says that catches her attention.]}

You talked to Walter?

Like, civilly?

_{[If she sounds surprised, well... that's because she is.]}

Sssssort of?

_{[Henry watches the soft glow of the flames that dance along the coffee table as he places down the last candle. He rubs his hands together, almost wishing he had a plain old cigarette.]}

I remembered someone that he killed--that. Well, actually had it coming to them. A prison guard who did terrible things to kids. We asked each other some questions about the Otherworld. But then we started to argue and it was pretty textbook from there.

_{[There was a beat.]}

This was over text. I nearly had a fucking out-of-body experience when he posted a frowny face but turns out it was just his Marrowak.

For the purposes of this conversation, I'm defining 'civilly' as 'anything other than trying to violently murder each other'.

_{[It's not a bad surprise, though, all things considered. If they can communicate without Henry instantly going for the jugular, that means a lot less worry for Heather.]}

I'm... well, 'glad' is a weird word, but...

_{[It's a bitter little laugh, but it's still a laugh.]}

It is considerably harder to strangle someone via text than it is in person but I get you. We disagreed over a detail in his--his fucking powerpoint from hell that was designed just for me.

HEH, well, that's probably best for everybody.

_{[Part of her, deep down, is a little... jealous. That Henry attacked his cultist foe TWICE and still got to make it to somewhere approaching civil coexistence.]

[But mostly she's just relieved.]}

But you argue with him on the internet to your heart's fuckin' content. Troll the hell out of him.

I plan to, trust me. It's his fault I'm having these nightmares to begin with. If I can't have peace, neither can he. I have received all of the wisdom and now I'm going to use it.

_{[Henry breathes out a little sigh.]}

It's kind of funny. The moment I woke up, I reached over to my bag and tried to open a pocket that isn't there--a pocket on my old bag where I kept my Koffings. I was really lost in time for a second.

... Yeah.

It does that.

_{[The PTSD.]

[She used to laugh at the idea even when she knew it applied. But now, more and more, the sobering thought that the Otherworld did something to them, broke them in some way that wasn't even supernatural or cursed, has settled in.]

[It still runs through her head like a joke, but... it's not.]}

There's nights I still wake up and expect Dad to be sleeping in a bed across from mine.

And then there's a moment where I realize he's not there and panic like I lost him all over again, before I remember that he's been gone for years.

Edited 2017-10-07 22:29 (UTC)

Yeah it-- it does.

_{[Henry's quiet for a long moment. He remembers Harry's kind face and his gentle but firm way of urging him to quit smoking in the first place. No. He'll never go back to Koffings.]}

I don't think it's the kind of thing that really goes away...

Me either.

Every time I think I've kind of gotten past everything... some reminder comes slamming down like, 'Oh, by the way, you'll never be normal. Have a nice day!'

And it's never, like... surprising.

Just kind of... I dunno.

Sobering.

_{[Another commiserating hum from Henry's end. And then,]}

Glad we're not going through it alone.

... Yeah. It's nice to have someone who gets it.

Because dude, you don't get Silent Hill, till you've lived Silent Hill.

_{[She says it with a bit of a laugh, but it's... well, IT'S TRUE.]}

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