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I made it to my parents house yesterday. I was cautious trying to see them without actually coming into contact with them. But I couldn't see anything from where I was. So I panicked. I quickly ran to the front door. *face palm* I know bad idea.

I opened the door slowly and walked in. I heard someone coming down the stairs. I reached for my dagger and was horrified when I realized I didn't have it with me. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I noticed it was mom. She seemed excited when she saw me and walked up giving me a hug. It really was good to see her.

"Roy! It's been too long." She exclaimed squeezing me tighter.

Her words were true. "I know I've missed you guys." My words were true I really had. It was good to see someone close to me who wasn't effected by this mess.

Her face suddenly turned angry. "You couldn't have at least called? We haven't heard from you in 3 years!" But her eyes softened after saying this. "Oh it doesn't matter at least the family's back together again."

I paused at this. Could it be true then? No there was no way. "What?" I asked stupidly.

"Yea Nick arrived yesterday. He's upstairs playing chess with your father." She replied happily.

My blood ran cold. So he was alive. I walked past mom slowly ascending the stairs. I felt vulnerable without a weapon but I didn't think Nick would try anything while he was here. When I got upstairs I walked to my parents room and opened the door. There he was good as new, other than a angry crimson colored scar on his throat, there he was playing chess as though nothing was wrong. He looked at me a pleasant smile coming to his face as he took out dad's bishop with a knight casually before turning to me, his smile broadening. I could tell it was fake though.

He stood up suddenly. Looking at dad. "Hey, pop. I think I'm going to go out for a stroll with Roy."

"Yea alright." Dad responded absentmindedly, still observing the board with a look of intense concentration. He didn't even acknowledge my presence. He always get like this when he plays chess.

We walked outside and when I turned to Nick, he was no longer smiling at least not the fake one from before. He was giving me a devious smirk with a cruel glint in his eyes.

"Let's have a chat shall we?" After he had said this Slendy suddenly appeared. He grabbed us both before a feeling of almost spinning through a whirlwind came, after I found myself on the path. Slendy had vanished.

"The path is beautiful isn't it?" He asked casually, as if this was perfectly fine.

"Nick what the hell is going on?! How are you alive and why are you being such a douche?!" I asked this angrily. His expression tightened as he glanced at me with a bleak expression.

"Because you got me killed. You know how much it hurts to die?! How much it hurts to know that your best friend could've saved you, but didn't?!"

"I did what I could and nothing less! Do you really think that if I could've saved you I wouldn't have?" my voice started to crack and soften as he got louder and angrier.

"You picked some dumb bitch you met 3 days before over your own brother!"

"I didn't pick her! Izzy chose to kill you first!"

"No it was your choice, and you chose that girl. And we both know how that turned out!"

That one stung. He was rubbing salt in wounds that hadn't fully healed. His face changed to one of a calm expression.

"It doesn't matter Roy it was your fault I died. I want you gone as soon as we're back. I'm letting you leave now but know this. Next time we meet I will kill you." Suddenly we were back in front of the house. I gave the house one look and left. I couldn't risk it I had no weapons on me at the time.

So I'm back at the hotel and I'm not to sure what to do now. I just need to get away for awhile.

What to do?