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Altered Promise AU Continuation ♥️♥️♥️

A Continuation of Altered Promise AU cause I liked it xD wtf is a oneshot when you end up liking one of the oneshots and continuing it.
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Cold and drench in melted snow. He raised his head to look at his surroundings. White. Just white stretched all around him for all he can see.

He sat up in confusion.

Where was he? 

Ray clenched his teeth and stood up. Hugging his shoulders close as if the little warmth he still has can be contained.

Shivering, He pushed through the snow as if he has a destination in mind. White and empty was all he could see.

He feels empty too. As if a small part of him has been forcefully taken away. He puts down the bag he was carrying and scavange the items it has inside. A lighter, a mug, a blue scarf and— a necklace.

" Kid? "

Looking back, an old man with a rifle stood in place. The most confused expression.

He wasn't sure why. He followed and lived through the confusion. He was slowly raised by the old man that took him in before he freezed over to death.

He feels overwhelmed most of the times. Crazy more often than not. He sees monsters with eyes– mostly demons with masks on.

He hears voices he shouldn't. It gets worst when he was alone or asleep. He dreams of either a nerve wrecking scenarios of monsters chasing him and people who's faces he can't remember but makes hime tremble to the point he'll cry out while begging them to stay.

After those nightmares, he wakes up trembling and screaming. The question what it was and who he really is constantly overwhelming him in those morning.

The next month, he experienced peace. His very first rifle. A gun. The moment his fingers touched the metal, he felt nostalgia and peace. As if he needed it. He felt secured with it in his hands.
The old man was getting older. Too old that he was ready to accept death that day. It was as if he had predicted it. He stayed in bed and called him over. He gave it to him with a caring smile before apologizing for leaving him early.

'Ray'

The old man told him that day. He had accidentally called him out with that name once and he knew immediately that it fitted well. He reacted and looked over to him too but the memory wasn't there for him to recognize it. He doesn't remember despite being told so. But he'll take it.

He is Ray.

He wouldn't openly say it since there wasn't anyone but him that night. The old man died with a smile while he grips the bed sheets and cried his heart out as if he was keeping the tears for Years. 

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Hunting had became his favorite pass time. He worked in a small shop that was quiet and mostly empty due to the cold weather.

He shoots his rifle on animals his eyes landed on in the forest. The ease and reflex he has during those times seemed like it was second nature for him to hunt.

He likes the quiet but sometimes he doesn't. When it was too quiet or it was one of those days, he hears voices. A lot of them. Children's voices. All very familiar when they call out to him.

He doesn't know them and yet he Wants to see them. To be with them.

It was conflicting and frightening. He felt like he was going crazy again but without the help of the old man grounding him during those days. He Hated those voices so much yet he also seems to Love them.