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cyberxbattalion

recaption

#what orphanage

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im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

#this queue is metal as fuck

theliesmithsgifsets

aesthetic post for @firebrightspark

“ You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets.

You are at war, even in your dreams. ”

#HOW DID I MISS THIS #AAAAA #I NEED TO CHECK TAGS MORE OFTEN

marcchurch

#this corruption #the devil's flame

horvival

HV. “Welcome to Silent Hill.”

Kawasaki Warehouse restroom via @wongJP

#what orphanage

macabreandthegrotesque

This is an image of the Wish House Orphanage. Housing the cult members of Silent Hill, this particular area was one associated with where Walter Sullivan grew up and the environment responsible for his decent into madness and the murders he committed. It was a basic torture strong hold for many of the children there, many theorized to be given punishments like forced to swallow leeches or mutilated in ways similar aside from the Water Prison. It was built by the “Silent Hill Smile Support Society”, (sometimes called 4S), as a charity organization for children who don’t have homes. The orphanage was secluded in the woods near Silent Hill to keep citizens away while the cult taught them the ritualistic matters of it, however, many neighbors near the woods complained of hearing children cry during the night. Jasper Gein is eventually burned alive inside Wish House as victim 17.

#what orphanage

nevver

Sinners welcome, Chris Maggio

thewhitesaint

“Were ya smoking?”

Rosten’s own desk is a wasteland of cigarette butts.

“Or possibly roasting some marshmallows?”

There’s an acid bite in his voice. Rosten sounds twenty, no quaver of age in his tone; the red hair coiling over his mask is streaked with gray.

“Or fire-setting, Matthew?”

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“N-no Sir, I...” He gulps back the stammering confession but he knows it’s too late. It’s always, always too late and not late enough.

The whites of Matthew’s eyes glisten with suppressed tears.

“I-I swear as the S-Sun God-”

Oh no, no he means to swear on Her Divine Presence as they taught him but if Father Rosten doesn’t believe him... no. No this is a bad idea. He knows he’s telling the truth, that he didn’t consciously start the fire but... but... this fire always follows him, doesn’t it?

“I don’t smoke.”

#thewhitesaint

r-pley

#face

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He’s a ghost in white, all hissing breath and ash-smell. Father Rosten fingers the scorched book; the soot crumbles onto his glove.

“Ya mind telling me how this got burned, Matthew?”

He flashes a toothy smile behind the mask.

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Time never did work in a linear fashion for Matthew, did it?

Or should that be, does it?

He’s all of twelve years old, just skin and bone after a brief growth spurt. There’s puppy fat at the edges but he’s too thin for his age already. He knows this without looking in a mirror, without considering all those extra years and memories pushed aside to make room for a familiar encounter.

The snake in his gut gets to biting so hard he damn near throws up.

“I don’t know, Father Rosten,” he whispers to his feet. It comes out in one breath, one measly little mumble.

#thewhitesaint #yes good