The Cold-Hearted Death. [ON HOLD]

4- Worse.

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...