Pyramid Head X James Novels & Stories

James says getting up ready to make him shift. 'And then pay for that hug,' James whispers in my head, making me smile.

I peeled one off to get a closer look. The bead curtain rattled to life with a splash. It was James, head down, checking off a list on a clip board. He stepped right into me, and then bounced back in shock. “Oh, shit! Sorry, man,” he said, reaching up to pull a pair of headphones down through his mop of teased black hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt with something on it under the blue satin dinner jacket I’d seen him wearing the morning after we found Boyd. A cheap looking gold plastic name badge pinned on the lapel, along with a round white button with a crude death’s head leering from inside a black circle with “The Misfits Fiend Club” written on it.