Pitch Black "The Boogeyman" (
shadowbound) wrote2013-05-30 08:28 pm
Second Scare | Accidental Video
[Pitch could be seen in his cabin, trying to absorb what he's taken in from his Warden, and his file. His body still ached from the Port, but anger was apparent in his tense fists that rested on the desk, back slouched back against the wooden chair stubbornly.
He opens his hand and stares down at the locket in its palm. moving his thumb, he unlatches it, opening it to reveal a girl, around the age of seven, inside with raven black hair, a pleasant smile on her face. The locket looks worn down and tarnished, so does the picture inside.
Pitch purses his lips, holding back a growl.]
This is absurd. I am not some vessel. I am in control of myself. [He snaps the locket shut and tosses it carelessly across the desk's surface, which clatters off screen.]
I don't believe it. I still don't believe any of it. For all I know it all could have been fabricated by that alien or the Admiral. [He rolls his eyes, tapping bony fingers on the wooden desk.]
A man in golden armor, a hero of the constellations... a father. [A bitter laugh escapes his lips.]
What nonsense.
He opens his hand and stares down at the locket in its palm. moving his thumb, he unlatches it, opening it to reveal a girl, around the age of seven, inside with raven black hair, a pleasant smile on her face. The locket looks worn down and tarnished, so does the picture inside.
Pitch purses his lips, holding back a growl.]
This is absurd. I am not some vessel. I am in control of myself. [He snaps the locket shut and tosses it carelessly across the desk's surface, which clatters off screen.]
I don't believe it. I still don't believe any of it. For all I know it all could have been fabricated by that alien or the Admiral. [He rolls his eyes, tapping bony fingers on the wooden desk.]
A man in golden armor, a hero of the constellations... a father. [A bitter laugh escapes his lips.]
What nonsense.

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My deepest apologies, Warden.
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Do you honestly believe this file of mine? It's ridiculous.
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[ Swappin' to private now ]
The locket.
Does it match up with things you found in your file? Because I sure as heck didn't put that in Silent Hill.
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And yes. ...It does.
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[ Everything about Chris's dad was not in a file. It was in Chris. ]
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I've never seen her before. It's nothing but scrap metal to me.
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[ If the file is right about the fearlings... well. God knows he's able to understand. ]
Just give-- it some time. The barge has a way of bringing things back to you.
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This Kozmotis Pitchiner... I'm not him.
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Well, okay nothing's been Silent Hill hard. Ever. But close.
But Breaches... they let us rub up against other worlds, and slip into them. Sometimes it's hard and scary. But there's always something you can learn about who you are, who you could be, or who you were from them.
I suggest you treat the file the same way.
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[ He pauses, and says: ]
You had Jack's memories. Why are yours so strange and hard to believe?
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I'm not a war hero.
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[ he ponders, and then says, ] But you are a general.
Anyway, I won't-- press. Just think about it, wouldn't you? I don't think it's faked.
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Whatever you say, Warden.
[He's still not convinced.]
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Please.
[ He remembers doing the same thing to Kay, though... and he smiles, just a little. What goes around, comes around. ]
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Yeah...fathers. They're a lot of things that don't pan out in reality.
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As far as I know, I control myself. I have no memory of anything before my creation.
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[He's quiet a moment, with a little smile.]
Not a lot of people remember their creation. Most of them don't realize when it's happening.
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But where are my manners, I'm Pitch Black. And who might you be?
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They call me The Motorcycle Boy. But it's just a name.
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Because I'm starting to figure the file is like what Silent Hill does. Only just as a file.
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I'm not who this man was, depicted in this file. It makes no sense.
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And if Megamind wrote up a fake history for you you'd probably have been in a rock band that ended up tragically lost in an airplane crash down a deep ravine where you were eaten by monsters and it made you dark and bitter inside.
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He seems more laid back compared to you.
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