Can Pyramid Head Talk Novels & Stories

Nothing has changed from the moment I walk in. Of course, it wouldn’t be so easy. Not knowing what else to do, I decide to talk. “I’ve missed you, you know. It’s only been a couple days but it feels like an eternity since I left the Pyramid.” I take a shaky breath. It’s easier to talk to him when he’s like this. I feel all my secrets welling up inside of my chest, bubbling inside of my throat, ready to push out of my mouth without inhibition.

I hear Xander chirps as he walks in. I ignore him and pound my head, trying to get rid of the noise in my head. He rush towards me and stops me from hitting my head. "Xander, why am I hearing other people talking in my head?" "That's because your pack-link is open now!" I frown. "Pack-link?" He nods, I remember Miss Damien also said something about pack-link sometime ago. "What's a pack-link?" "It's a portal in your mind which gives you access to communicate with anyone in this pack!"

said a teasing voice Lilith and her group looked at the direction where the voice came from in horror, and to their surprise, the one who spoke was a snake that was a hundred meters long and had a horn on its head! "Green Sky Python, head born with horns, belly born with claws, at birth it is an intermediate level magical beast, looking at this Green Sky Python head born with a horn it should be upper level strength, but vaguely see the outline of the second horn, so his level is the peak of the upper level, but only magical beasts above the dark level can speak, so why is it able to speak" Lucretia's eyebrows were frowned.

she added, giving a kind of look that I couldn’t decipher. She said no one answered, but I was sure some said I missed you too. I heard it clearly, and it was audible. Wait, does that mean Freaky said that to me? No way; it’s not fucking possible that it would be able to talk to me when others can’t even hear what it says. “Maybe it was just the thought I’m having in my head.” I muttered to myself and tried to stand up when a voice came into my head, making me pause in my tracks.

My voice sounded aged, and I tried to soften it. “You must be confused about many things after your rebirth. If you have questions, ask them.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="e74db17b-4836-4342-879e-234d28183114" data-testid="conversation-turn-9" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="user">

Squinting, he peered closer, tapping each letter with his fingertip, intoning them in soft whispers, the words sounding strange and alien on his tongue. He stopped. Held the pyramid up, frowning, hefting it, thinking it certainly felt hollow now. Something shifted inside when he moved it. An odd notion struck him. He raised the black pyramid to his ear, turned it upside down and heard it, the whisper of something sand-like. Instantly, his rational mind scoffed at the muted dread the sound conjured. So it was a strange paperweight filled with sand, left for free by a pawnshop. So what?