Having memorised the mansions floor plan from living there 100 years, Oswald made their way to the door leading into the basement.

"I should really be doing something else. For my own good. But my family calls me. I guess."

Oswald opened the basement door and stepped forward down the stairs. It was colder down here, and smelled like mildew. Already awaiting them alongside mother was Francis, a purple haired vampire. Francis' face held a smug expression after witnessing their last sibling enter the room.

Mother's face lowered to the 2 children now standing together.

"There are god damned squatters in the house. Please work together and find them for me. And tell them to get lost."

Oswald and Francis looked at eachother. This was unexpected. The family's killing tradition, for a short time was over. "Squatters? Like violent bums?" Francis squeaked

"Well I smell fentanyl smoke coming through the vents. Who knows what kind of powers they posess, or how many there are. That's the thing i need you to find out"

Oswald never spoke much. Doing so for too long would hurt their throat from being out of practice talking. So they just hissed quietly and let a bad feeling go through them from being in the presence of family.

Francis punched Oswald in the arm "Ok come on let's go find who's in the house. We're going right now"

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