Guard duty was always a hassle. Most guards didn't like the fact that guard duty was a hassle. Why, some may ask? Because of the stories that their fathers' fathers' fathers have told down the lines of their generations. It was a certain statue, that they feared. A statue that wore tight leather pants and a skin-sown apron. A sword taller than Celestia, and a helmet that could crush a normal pony had it been dropped.

On the plaque it read:

The guards hated guard duty in the gardens because of this statue. Hundreds of years ago, it had slaughtered nearly every guard on sight, if it could see at all. It dragged it's blade on the cobblestone making an unforgettable noise for their ancestors. That noise, apparently, was placed in the head of every decedent so they would know when to run. One guard, Song Bird, glanced at the statue as she led a group of students and their teacher around the grounds.

"What'th that thatue, Mith Cherrilee?" Twist said, donning a lisp in her speech. When Song Bird had noticed she pointed at Him, she nearly jumped as she heard the sound of a blade scraping cobblestone. When she turned, however, she only saw one of the few colts drag a camera set behind them. With a sigh of relief, she turned to Twist.

"This, everypony, is... well, we don't know his name. But everyone, yes, even the Griffons, Dragons, and even the Changelings, call him The Bane. Why, we don't know, but rumor has it that--"

*CRACK*

Everyone stopped, and looked at The Bane.

*CRICK-CRACK*

Song Bird, First Lieutenant of the Solar Guard, stood shell-shocked as his statue stared to crack. She opened her mouth and screamed as she fled from his statue, but the teacher and children stood watching in fear. A sound similar to that of a foghorn sounded from the statue as exploded outwards, flinging stone and marble. When the dust cleared, the foals and their teacher stepped back.

The Bane had awoken.

And it stared directly at them.

Ahhh.... Air... it feels good to have air. My helmet tugged down at the gravity's will, but I forced it up high in the air looking forward. I clenched both my fists, in which both was air. I looked down to left to see only rubble. I looked to right... Ah! There you are! I stepped down from the pedestal I stood on, in a jerky motion, step by step and bent down to retrieve my sword. All the while I hear the horrible sound in my head...

The hypnotic melody...

I feel a poke on my side. Looking down I see Sweetie Belle, Rarity's little sister. Now, before you go saying 'How does Pyramid Head know Sweetie Belle?' It's because I'm a a fan of My Little Ponh. But unlike most, I'm mostly a darker person in real life. So, when my friends started making fun of me at my home preparing for this years Comic Con...

"Hahahaha! I bet he's gonna dress up as Rainbow Dash!" John said, in a full Solid Snake suit.

"Yeah," His brother, Leeroy, said wearing Coach's getup from Left 4 Dead 2, "or that little yellow one! What's her name again, Scott?!"

I sighed from my bathroom and yelled out, "Fluttershy!" To which I heard him agree again with his brother. God, they're stupid, but I love them as if they were my own family. "Oh just you wait..." I said putting on the giant Egyptian monument on my head. After doing some self-makeup scars and wounds, I hefted up my sword on shoulder and gave myself a wide berth coming out of the bathroom.

Then the funniest thing happened. Lee and John were still laughing, saying which pony I was gonna be, then they saw me come out of the bathroom, with still wet makeup, so it ran some, and a very convincing Pyramid Head costume. For the apron, I had acquired some cured cow hides and I just dirtied them up a bit and put some red and black paint to simulate were the skin stitches would've been. The pants were simple, I just took a pair of my uncles assless-chaps, he had a real cowboy phase at my age, took them to a tailor and had them sew the ass back in them. Then I got some real big heavy-duty Military boots and dyed them black.

After all was said and done, I went to another friend of mine, Nelson, to make a wooden replica of Pyramid Head's sword. He asked how I wanted it, to which I told him as real as he could make it. He then asked me the tricky part. "How do you want the Handle?" That was, honestly, a hard question to answer. Since his sword, along with Pyramid Head himself has gone through many changes, it's hard to pick which one you want to be and from which Silent Hill. So I told him to make the one from the movie. This particular one had a more KABAR look to it. I didn't mind it was still heavy, about 30 or 35 pounds, but it was worth it.

I had painted it an iron grey and splattered red on specific spots, making it look like it was used very recently. A I had a voice box inside of my apron pocket and using my free hand I turned it on.

"Better start praying..." I said, my voice an unusual metallic tone. My friends' jaws dropped at my costume, and I swear I saw John's eyepatch pop up a bit. I took off the helmet and placed it down, and it showed my sweaty head. "So," I said closing Lee's mouth with the tip of the Great Knife. "Who's ready to go to Comic Con?"

Our plane landed and I was already at the hotel via taxi. It was a whole two hours and they still weren't in yet. I figured they were lost, so I wrote a quick note stating I would be out and about and went my happy merry way down to Comic Con. As I was on my however, I decided to make my way through the shops that they had set up. I saw flashes on my left, on my right, someone even wanted my to get in a picture with them.

I finally made my way to the shopping area and took a look around. I saw many things, mostly pictures, and figures, and other baubles. But one piece caught my eye. A ring, with The Halo of the Sun inside of it.

I felt compelled to take right there, but I noticed the price tag on it. "Twenty bucks?! Hell, this IS a steal!" I said digging out my wallet pulling out two tens. The clerk, who I was starting to half second thoughts about, smiled at me with his big, bushy beard blocking a portion of it.

"You want ring, Pyramid Head," He asked holding it up, "Go ahead. You can have it, free of charge." I gawked at him and grabbed the ring from its holder. It glowed with figurative energy, and the halo looked as if it moved inside the glass itself. Not wanting to wait any further, I slipped the ring on my hand.

Then the world burned around me.

When I came to, I found myself in a forest of some kind and tried to stand up. I almost couldn't though, somehow, someone switched my fake took-hours-to-make helmet and switched it with a metal one. It practically took all my strength to even lift from the ground. I looked down at my blade and picked it up as well and noticed it's heftiness. It's like it went from 30 to 130 pounds! I noticed I was taller too...

Wait... No, no...

I looked down at my cow hide apron, and to my surprise, and disgust, found it a similar texture to human skin. I touched one of my 'wounds' and found them to be real cuts, bruises, and bullet wounds.

"Oh shit, I'm Pyramid Head." is what I would've said, if I was able to talk. I felt my eyes widen. Oh no. Oh HELL no! To convince myself even more, I picked up my sword, with much more ease, and swung at the nearest tree.

Cut through it like butter.

I was Pyramid Head.

And I had no idea where I was.

"AHHHH!!! MONSTER!!" I turned around to see a... Pony...

Okay scratch that, I was Pyramid Head.

And I was in Equestria.