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[ After realizing what exactly the letter and that friendship bracelet meant, Will went into a mild panic. What did this mean? Why did Fear chose him?! Was it because of what his double had done? What he was capable of? Or perhaps it was because Will was constantly in fear himself?

Will wasn't a competitive man by nature, he was happy being the last kid picked in sports at school, but something about the prize the Gods were offering, really captured Will's attention. Maybe, just maybe, if his team won and they were granted a wish, Will could ask Fear to bring Abigail in through the door? That was his driving force in all this, the hope that he could see her again?

So, with that in mind, Will paced his bedroom floor, wracking his brain trying to think of a way to scare people. He didn't want to, but he was going to! As his imagination went overdrive, Will remembered the horrible things he'd seen while wandering barefoot and sleepless in the Silent Hill Zone. That place had an ability to bring your own personal monsters out of the fog. Maybe, just maybe he would be able to show people some of the monsters that haunted his mind? They terrified Will so why wouldn't they terrify others?

Grabbing his coat and making sure Winston was locked in the apartment, Will left a note for Hannibal on the coffee table, explaining where he was but not what he was doing. This way, at least someone he trusted to come rescue him would be able to find him should everything fall apart.

As the fog rolled in and the ash began to fall, Will took a deep breath and stepped forwards. It was such a strange feeling, you'd think it would be like walking over a thresh hold so clear and obvious, but it took a little while before he even realized he'd made it into Silent Hill. The air felt thick and Will could already feel the sensation of something watching him.

It was about five minutes into his wandering that the sirens finally began to call. Will swallowed the lump in his throat and turned his phone on, broadcasting to the network. He wanted to scare people, he wanted them to see the horrors he was about to face. Knowing full well how dangerous it would be, he came armed with the pistol Maketh had given him and two bullets he'd managed to scavenge. Taking a deep breath as everything went dark, he waited and there it was finally, emerging from the darkness and fog.

Clawing free, those eyes, those antlers, that ever-hungry body. Will hadn't expected to see it, he'd thought maybe the Stag or Hobb's himself, but this? No, this was more terrifying than he'd planned. ]

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[When he found the note, Hannibal reasoned that Will would not have left it unless he wanted Hannibal to follow. It took him a few moments of research to figure out exactly how to get to where it was Will was directing him, but once he had his bearings he was out the door, not running, really, but moving at a fairly expeditious pace. He was halfway there when his phone alerted him to Will's broadcast. When he saw the creature his pace quickened. Perhaps it was to help his friend. Surely that was part of it. But another part, perhaps a bigger part, wanted to see what Will was seeing, this fearful, beautiful, majestic creature.]

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[ Will was fully away of how well Hannibal could handle himself, it was strange actually. He recalled seeing him after Tobias had tried to kill him, after what he'd done to the two officers Will had with him at the music store and yet Hannibal managed to fight him off. There was no doubt that he'd be able to defend himself in Silent Hill.

Managing to avoid any actual contact with the Wendigo, Will remained was calm as he could be. Stepping aside when it came closer, moving back when it extended those long spindly fingers, tilting its head curiously as if it was wondering why Will was fearful of it. It only wanted to become closer after all. ]

[Hannibal's research into Will's location had given him some idea of what happened in this section of the city. Still, he paused at the sirens, and slowly turned around as the fog rolled in, shrouding the surroundings. Things moved in the shadows, shivering, unnatural things. Hannibal was not afraid, perhaps because he felt that monsters were to be admired. He would not be at all surprised if he was his own personal monster. Which made him wonder about the creature that Will was confronting. Perhaps the same was true of his friend, and the monster who confronted him was the creature Hannibal sought to draw out of him.

Hannibal turned around again, and walked down the street. Will's form emerged from the fog, his back to Hannibal, and then, beyond him...

Hannibal paused again, drawing in a breath when he saw the creature, an ebony vision with branching horns, with a face that Hannibal recognized.

He moved closer, slowly, step by step, marveling at the vision.]

[ Will was unaware that Hannibal had already found him, the Wendigo, on the other hand, it knew, it was fully aware there was someone else nearing Will from behind. The dead, obsidian eyes locked onto Hannibal's, coming to stand at full length and form, dangling those long spindly arms at its sides as it walked closer towards Will.

Will held his hand out, stepping back with an unsteady foot as the monster drew closer. He had no idea what his imaginary manifestation was thinking or even what it wanted, yet when it pressed it's talon-like hand to his shoulder, gripping tight, Will was frozen in fear.

He could sense the intentions of murder and puzzles. The longing to be seen and understood, it was almost like it didn't know if it wanted to be close to Will or to harm him. The way in wich it dug it's claws into him, drawing blood on contact showed Will that it at lease was real. ]

[When the monster locked eyes with him, it was like looking in an enchanted mirror. Hannibal recognized it all in that terrible, magnificent creature of darkness and death, the longing to be seen, the dual desires for love and murder. Hannibal didn't believe that Will consciously thought of him this way, but perhaps this was Will's subconscious made manifest, his brain trying to make sense of subliminal clues, seeing beneath the man-suit to the obsidian, antlered beast beneath. Even now, Will knew him, saw him, even if only in the delirious whisperings of his subconscious mind.

He watched the creature grip Will's shoulder, watched the way the talons sank into Will's flesh, the way Will's blood welled up, and Hannibal wondered what it would be like to flay his friend, pulling off Will's man-suit to see the dark, pulsing creature beneath.

But not now.

Hannibal stepped closer, and the wendigo looked up at the motion. Hannibal caught his gaze, and slowly shook his head.

Not now.]

[ It was true. Will already knew what Hannibal was, he'd seen it, understood it, he just couldn't quite comprehend it... That or he was stopping himself from believing it because he admired Hannibal? Yes, Will was already becoming obsessed with the man, his friend, the doctor. He empathized and yet couldn't quite put his finger on why. Maybe he was afraid it was because he wanted to be as free as Hannibal was? To think and act as he did, fully aware of what he was doing? Maybe it was just hard to swallow that Will found himself inside Hannibal?

So the Wendigo it was. Hannibal's face yet only just unrecognizable to Will. The unfathomable hunger and lust for death. As he stood face to face with the beast, not knowing Hannibal was watching, even then Will just wanted to understand the monster. There was some fear but mostly curiosity.

As Hannibal shook his head, the Wendigo hissed. Slashing that taloned hand down, ripping a chunk clean out of Will's arm as it recoiled, back into a crouching position, cradling the slab of Will to his mouth like a fiend. Will stumbled back, holding the bleeding wound and trying not to show his fear despite being terrified... He was fascinated. ]

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