Amnesia: The Bunker Fic- Knee Jerk Reaction (Henri & The Stalker)
Yeah look- No excuses. Amnesia has me in a headlock yet again 💀
Doesn't help that the environment and settings are great in combination with the characters and the monsters!
Henri has done it once- done it *many* times- and he could do it again. ...yet this time it was different. One knee-jerk reaction started a chain and he couldn't stop what would come next.
Warnings: Wartime Trauma, PTSD, General Horror
His finger was already curled around the pin. Henri had little reason to hesitate, as stable as the walls and ceiling of the bunker were. Yet something gave him pause for only a fraction of a second as his heart slammed in against his ribs and his blood pounded in his ears.
That… thing had an eerie familiarity about it. Henri couldn’t put his finger on it, as it was fleeting in the fractions of the moments that he caught uninterrupted glimpses of the beast, but between its tattered uniform and its… unsettling facial features had Henri questioning what his lying eyes were telling him.
It’s not- No, it can’t be-
The wet pitter patter of bare, mangled hands and feet on the stone floor had Henri’s breath catching in his chest. God-! It’s back! Already, it’s-! He was in a shit position: walls on three sides and a long corridor that the Stalker would be barreling down at any moment… Damn-! Goddamn it-!
He only had a few seconds to react. Henri recited the instructions veterans of the war gave him when he first set foot in the trenches:
Have a firm grasp on the grenade- His knuckles turned white and his hand shook from strain.
Prepare but don’t pull the pin prematurely- The moment he sees the beast round the corner…
Swallow your fear and clench your gut- A shadow grew on the wall, warped and inhuman.
And-!
Henri nearly lost his nerve as the head of the beast showed itself. Instantly, its head snapped up and its body stiffened. The corners of his vision blurred as it threw its head back and roared, the bloodcurdling noise ricocheting off the tunnel walls and echoing in the rat infested halls. A hoarse wheeze squeezed out of Henri’s throat as the Stalker took one step around the corner, then two, then-
It froze.
Looking upon the beast’s face- Henri couldn’t do it. He just… He couldn’t focus clearly, but even in this moment of raw, primal fear, Henri saw not a monster, not something inhuman or supernatural, but rather a reaction that was far too intimate and familiar for comfort.
Arms raised, the beast tripped over its feet and released something akin to a yelp of surprise- or perhaps a scream of fear- as Henri held the grenade over his head, unpulled and still relatively safe. Instead of rushing towards him blindly, the Stalker dropped face-first onto the floor, its long- too long- arms covering the back of its head and neck and even its shoulder blades and part of its back with their unnatural length. The position was one that Henri was intimately familiar with, as it was something that he and all his brother-in-arms have had to assume many, many times in the course of this damned War.
The beast was shielding itself from a potential grenade discharge.
With its head tucked between its displaced knees, it trembled and whined, something akin to human speech seemed to form its lips- No, wait- Another scream left it, only this time it was remarkably clear, albeit haunting and more of a bellow than a shout. A warning.
“G-GRENADE-!!”
Henri’s blood ran cold. What… was this? A bad dream? It must be, right? His heartbeat pounded behind his eyes and his mouth ran dry- drier than it was mere moments before. Henri nearly dropped to his knees as the weight of his own body became nearly too heavy to bear. The monster didn’t move an inch, save to curl even tighter into a ball as it waited and waited for a blast that would never come. It was… It made Henri-
He didn’t feel his legs moving yet he was already leaping over the beast’s twisted body, the only sound ringing in his ears being his racing heart and soaring blood pressure. What if he trips? What if he lands directly onto the Stalker? Henri was in a different sector by the time he had his answer.
A storage closet’s door was nearly ripped off its hinges as he stumbled inside. Henri was all but hyperventilating as his mind raced nonstop. What just happened? What the hell is happening-?! An answer had already formed in his mind, but Henri couldn’t acknowledge it. He couldn’t confront the truth. The way it dove to the ground, the way it screamed-
Augustin…
Henri threw himself against the closet door as he began to vomit.
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"Ive seen 2 hours of Amnesia: The Bunker" story guesses
WARNING, spoilers ahead (possibly)
Ok so my hot takes:
Lambert is the creature
he got turned into a sort of ghûl or a gatherer when Henri made him drink that weird pond water from his flask
possibly more than one/different creature further down the bunker
other safe rooms with their own generators
maybe there's an orb deep in the Roman tunnels. Perhaps even the shadow shows up at some point!
Definitely feeling like there's connection between this and Rebirth. Not just because of the French protagonist, but in music theme as well: when we see Lambert in that crater by the water, the music is eerily similar to the harvesters' theme in Rebirth. Him turning into a ghûl-like creature would explain why he was able to drag Henri back to the bunker unharmed after what seemed like a deadly attack on them, the sensitivity to light and the tunneling.
Alexander also gave some sort of tainted wine to the men to turn them into his twisted monster servants. It's a theme to drink stuff -> get turned into a horrible creature in Amnesia.
We'll see how far off I was in a few weeks!
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