polarchariot

[polarchariot]

thank you for writing this for my au i think i exploded

The Thirteen Steps

It's been three years since Grian's husband died. And yet, Scar has somehow managed to send him a letter from beyond the grave, beckoning him to come find him.

It has to be a joke. Some sick prank. But Grian can't help but follow the call to the town of Silent Hill, if only for the tiniest chance to see Scar one more time.

(Scarian Silent Hill AU by @polarchariot )

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This voice, can you hear it?

This sign, can you read it?

I'll wait forever if you'll just come to me.

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This town can't possibly be the same one from three years ago. Before, it had been a paradise. A lovely little place with beautiful scenery, quaint shops, and an atmosphere perfect for two lovers to spend on vacation. Scar had smiled practically the entire time they were there.

Now, the buildings are dilapidated, if not half collapsed. The beautiful greenery that once surrounded the town has shriveled up, dissolved into sand that gets thrown about in the awful winds that plague this place. And there are inhuman figures that lurk just beyond visibility, gurgling and moaning and crying.

Grian would question it further if he didn't have a much more important objective to follow.

He does his best to shield his eyes from the sandstorm with his coat as he scans the area for any signs of life. For once, he's grateful for his glasses- if he had known the type of weather he'd be facing, he would've brought better eye protection.

"Where could you be?" he whispers to himself, gritting his teeth.

There are no footprints. Even if there were, they would be swept away by the wind in an instant. There's no vegetation. No open doors, or running cars, or stray animals. If Scar was here, it probably wasn't recently.

Just get to the park. If there's any chance he could be there, you have to take it.

The park used to be next to a lake. Is it still there, an oasis in the middle of the desert? Or has it dried up too? If it's gone, would Scar still be waiting there?

Grian feels for the ring in his pocket. His fingertips meet cool metal, and he clutches it tightly. A paper crinkles next to it- the letter.

In my restless dreams, I see that town.

A letter from Scar. Grian's beloved husband. In his handwriting, signed the same way he always would- with a little paw print, as if Jellie had helped too.

You promised me you'd take me there again someday.

It couldn't possibly be true. It had to have been a sick joke. A mix up in the mail. Some terrible mistake.

But you never did.

After all, how can a dead person write a letter? Much less send one three years after they've died.

Well, I'm alone there now... In our special place.

Even if Scar was still alive today, he probably wouldn't be able to do much writing. Or moving at all. That damned illness stole his mobility long before it killed him.

Waiting for you.

But... if somehow, he survived. And disappeared, leaving Grian with no clue as to what really happened to him for three long years. And was able to send that letter.

...It'd be rude to leave him waiting, all alone in the desert.

The hole in his chest aches. The hollowness that's haunted him since Scar died could finally be put to rest.

If only the road leading to the park was clear of debris.

Annoyance tugs at him, but before he can act on it, something growls, much closer than he's used to. The radio clipped to his belt crackles to life.

Grian runs. He'll find another way. For now, he'd rather not have another encounter with the... things... that inhabit this town.

He scans his brain for solutions as he flees. The map showed no other way to the park by main roads, and all of the alleys he's passed by have been blocked off or unsafe. He has a key to the bar further down the road, but he's already taken everything he's going to get from there, and it's in the opposite direction of where he wants to go anyways. There's another key in his pocket, seemingly for one of the apartment buildings just a few blocks away.

At first, it doesn't seem all that useful. But it's the only thing he has right now, and the apartments are close to the park's entrance. Maybe he can find a way through.

The moment he takes off in the direction of the apartments, the sand storm picks up. As if it can sense that he has a solid objective in mind now.

It won't stop him. It won't. No matter how tired his legs are. No matter how many monsters screech and swipe at him as he ducks past. No matter how he can barely see the ground a foot ahead of him.

"Is this really what you want?" says the storm. "Do you really think he'll forgive you for making him wait?"

A chain link fence enters his vision, and he clings to it as he trudges forward. Soon enough, there's an opening, and a sign.

Wood Side Apartments

He fumbles with the key, the sand storm attacking his exposed skin. It takes a moment to find the right key, and a while longer to fit it in the keyhole. But he makes it.

He made it.

The door slams shut behind him, and for the first time in a while, it's quiet. It's dark, and the lobby floor is coated in a layer of sand, and some of the stairs to the second floor seem to be on the verge of collapsing.

Something creaks further into the building, and Grian clenches his fists. There's a long road ahead of him still, and there's no turning back now.

"Don't go," says an evil, selfish little voice.

"I'm waiting for you, Grian," says another, kinder one.

He pulls himself together, and steps into the darkness.

[polarchariot]

i need you to know i stared at the silent hill scarian cell scene thingy for a good five minutes. that came up on my dash. you HURT me you did

...i cant stop thinking about them now (youre a genius)

YOU UNDERSTAND MY VISION!!!!!!! YOU DOOO!!!!

have this lil doodle of grian as a sign of gratitude <3

[polarchariot]

half buttoned shirt, unhooked zipper, underwear peeking out, i have only one word for him and that is SLUT (i loved it btw dw)

i really like to draw how ryan toys with grian thank youuu

[polarchariot]

do i look like your boyfriend?

[polarchariot]

my amazing silent hill scarian au that i have been brainrotting about for months since sh2remake released that i've finally put down onto paper because im suddenly being dragged back to desertduo hell

i would imagine grian's otherworld would resemble sandy terrains but still has evidence of industrialisation, like santa fe's infrastructure but in new mexico weather environment? so instead of the oppressive fog that silent hill has, grian would navigate through heavy sandstorms instead (really generalised here so dont think too hard on it)

im not too entirely happy with grian's monster manifestations but its okay theyre just first drafts and im having funnnn i dont get to draw horror alot as a person who only consumes horror media

if anyone is familiar with how silent hill works, i hope you understand, i dont know what else to name ryan... (which is a name suggested to me too help) like theres no alternative name to scar as opposed to mary and maria, and im Not naming him hotguy .

grian doesn't wear his wedding ring anymore, not after what happened, but he keeps it in his pocket alongside scar's photo and letter.