The shelter seemed to keep Expunged warm, but it wasn't really keeping me warm.
I shivered on the other side of the wall from Expunged, sitting near my wheelchair."The shelter isn't really keeping you warm, huh?"
"...no. N-Not really."
It was better than nothing, though.
Expunged sighed. He wasn't the type of person to actually help anyone, but I guess the situation we're in actually worries him for some reason. I wonder why? He seemed to be the person who only had "murder" and "violence" on his mind.
I guess things change, huh?I sighed. How long were we gonna be here anyways? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Eternity??
Well... we couldn't possibly be here for eternity... right?Bzzt.
That sounds like another portal...
"Expunged! I-I think I heard a portal open!"
"ANOTHER ONE??"
Expunged quickly zoomed out the entrance, and I followed.
Someone was shot out the portal.
It was my son, Tristan.
The portal then closed."NOOOOO FUCK, WHY CAN'T WE GET OUT OF HERE?!"
I looked at Expunged, then back at Tristan.
"Tristan, what are you doing here?"
He got up, and looked at me.
"Something threw me in a portal, I don't even know why, like come on man I just wanna play Smash Bros..."
I sighed.
"Well this is gonna get more serious..."
"Dad, where even are we?"
I looked around.
"..ALT Banter's hellhole."
Tristan looked around as well. He was confused.
"It's all just boring white here."
"Yeah. Expect that for at least the next few months..."
I sighed, bringing Tristan inside of the shelter. At least he was here... right?
Expunged followed behind, mumbling something under his breath, frustrated.I wonder who else will come in this hellhole with us...
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The Cold-Hearted Death. [ON HOLD]
Diversos"He sent us to the miserable hellhole of ALT. I felt my heart start to freeze over."