Slayerama

In the old house

Hi hi hi! Welcome to a new chapter!! I don't really know what else to put here but here are the warnings! This chapter will contain; curse words, violence, child abuse, abuse, suicide jokes etc(?). Anyways if you don't feel comfortable with any of these feel free to skip this chapter or continue! Enjoy!
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Austin fell into a wall. "Ow shit!" Austin said as he rubbed his head.

"What the fuck was that—" Austin said but when he turned around there was no one but him in the room. "Uhh...guys..?" He said in a whisper for some reason. He was in some sort of storage room.

He stood up, dusting himself off. He sucked his teeth, "where the heck are the others?" Austin said.

But of course, there was no answer but the eerie wind howling. The sounds of loud drops were heard, most likely rain.

Where the fuck am I? At least I know I'm close to the outside, because if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to hear the rain since we're underground. Tf bc where are the others? We went through the same door didn't we? The better question is, where is Emrys? I can't feel his presence.

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He looked through the storage room, looking at all the stuff stored.

Most were weapons, some were old toys, and some were mechanical tools.

Huh, weird. I'll take this gun, this place is full of people that want to kill is it'll be of use.

Austin grabbed the gun, he brushed the dust off it. He inspected it. "Is there any bullets around here?" He said to himself, he opened another box. Moving a bunch of stuff to see if there was any bullets.

Nothing.

"Ugh." He mumbled as he put his hand on his hip. He sat down on a box. The gun hanging from his finger.

"I wonder if the others are okay." Austin said to himself.

There were fast footsteps heading to the door, but the footsteps were light enough for the rain to be able to drown them down.

The door suddenly opened. Austin turned his head to the door, immediately standing up and aiming the gun the door.

"What—" Austin said, but the words seemed to disappear out of his throat when he saw who it was. He slightly lowered the gun, his arm slightly shivering.

"Isamu..?!" Austin managed to say.

Isamu laughed, his head tilted.

"It's been a while hasn't it?~ Austin~" Isamu
said with a chuckle.

"How sad that you don't call me your father anymore." Isamu said with a frown as he closed the door.

Austin stayed quiet. He shook his head, snapping out of his trance when he noticed isamu getting closer. He backed away.

"Isamu—I mean—you're not my father!! You just wanted to replace my father and abuse us!! back away! I'll shoot you right now." Austin yelled out.

"Oh is that so~?" Isamu said getting closer, Austin instinctively backed away, until his heels touched another door, Austin's hand reached the handle. It was locked.

"I don't think you'd have the guts to shoot me would you?" Isamu said as he got close to the gun, the gun now pointing straight at his chest. He was completely unfazed.