Having obviously 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"

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

As well, filling the room in such a way she cannot escape was Azalee the snake. Mother's face lowered to the 2 children now standing together.

"There are god damn 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. Oswald was safe from their family's killing tradition, for a short time. "Squatters? Like violent bums?" Francis squeaked

"Well I smelled fentanyl smoke coming through the vents. But who knows what kind of powers they posess, or how many there are. That's what 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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