#rxdpyramidthxng

After giving it some though I’ve decided it might be best to give this triangle boi fresh start. I’ve setup a new blog for him with a new take on him and everything, starting completely from scratch. I’ll eventually do my side blog as well, but for right now I’m keeping it on semi-hiatus to focus on the new Pyramid Head.

Come on, James, it's not like he'll bite you.

Maybe.

"What the hell."

"I'm good."

He tries to hide the tremble in his form and words alike, but he has a feeling that even if he managed, the beast would smell his nerves anyway.

As he stares up at it, he wonders if that...thing even has teeth to bite with. What would a kiss even feel like?

He shakes his head, cringing. He didn't want to find out.

Oops.

Evan, absolutely one to toot his own horn, was very proud of what he’d done. He found a nice spot where a tunnel had collapsed; a dead end that would serve his purpose nicely. The tunnel was wide enough for at least three of the Trapper to stand shoulder to shoulder. The top of the tunnel was tall enough for the larger killer for whom he toiled- but only just. At the end of the tunnel was a make-shift nest; old pallets covered in cushions with the softest blankets he could get his hands on thrown on top. It looked comfortable enough. The Trapper had never actually laid himself in it to see. He had no clue if that would ruin all his hard work.

He was happy to present the nest to the Executioner, complete with a fresh kill laid right outside. Let it never be said that the MacMillans were shy about grand gestures. He motioned towards the nest and grinned behind his mask at the Executioner. A very proud heir.

What the fuck is that, what the fuck is that?!

⚔️ Beyond the Fog ⚔️

⚔️ For @rxdpyramidthxng ⚔️

This environment that the Tyrant now found himself in - it was wholly unfamiliar. In all of his trainings, all of his debriefings, he’d never see anywhere in Raccoon City with a layout like this. Not in brief passing glimpses. Not on any maps. Any other mutant might be left disoriented, relying on the orders of a chip left in its head by Umbrella to guide it through this strange new place. But not Nemesis. No, he didn’t need such trivial help. He was built to be more intelligent, more adaptive. He set his frustration aside and set to work orienting himself to this new environment.

He passed by with loud, thundering footsteps. They rattled windows, shook the earth. His low, rumbling breaths were reminiscent of a predator surveying its territory and his gaze wasn’t much different. He scouted the area thoroughly, familiarizing himself with buildings, landmarks, structures, and the scents of other living things lurking about just out of sight. He breathed deeply, trying to see if any of them were familiar. No such luck. Well, maybe they weren’t his target but as long as they stayed out of his way he supposed they could ignored.

"Hmm Must've been the wind."