This one shot was requested by Threedog111 tysm I hope I got this idea right. Love the idea!

⚠This has nothing to deal with the fic it's an AU!
(However I might make it a full fic. Kept in my depressing drafts for the time being. i
Idk.)

AU! Gregory is alive, Evan is the spirit. The Aftons return for revenge. Idea is not mine! Credits: Threedog111

TW! ⚠ Depression, mention of death.

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Gregory was tired of this all. Trying his best to escape but always fails. Trapped he sat, waiting for the day of his death. Smiling. Maybe he'll finally be free from this hell. "Angel! I'm back!" There he is. Gregory remains silent, deep in thought. "Hey.." Evan's voice grew darker. "Why are you so quiet?" Evan lifts Gregory's face, causing the boy to jump slightly. "There you are! You seemed lost for a second." Evan gave Gregory a hug, the blood on his sweater still fresh and staining Gregory's shirt. "Now hold me back." Evan pressed a knife to Gregory's throat with an evil giggle. Gregory sighs, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. "Yay!" Evan returns to his cheery self, giggling as he cuddles his friend. Gregory now used to this all just shut his eyes.

Sure do hope a few unexpected visitors don't come in so suddenly...

Next day

Evan had stayed with his friend for the night, having no new victims to kill. "So boring...no one even goes outside these days." Evan plays around with his knife. He sighs before resting his head on Gregory's chest. "Anyways. I think it's time I get you out of here." Evan pulls Gregory up, leading him back up and out of the cold and dark basement. Well the house is no different because if the temperature and dim lights but at least it's lighter and not dark like the void driving you further into insanity. "Knew you'd be keeping another in here. Who's this one? Oh right. Your next victim." A voice suddenly spoke up. "You're back. Thought you'd return one day." Evan's eyes follow the familiar voice. "You look like shit by the way." "Shut it! I'm not playing your sick games anymore." His brother, Michael shouts. "Or should I say we?" Evan's younger sister appears also. "You brought Izzy too huh?" "Let's be honest. She's the same scared little girl." "I still remember the day I killed her...what a loud one she was...painfully annoying." Evan scoffed. "She may be but she's still kind. I don't understand why you'd kill her when she did nothing wrong. She was kind to you Evan."
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Evan began to laugh. "Ay! Answer!" Michael shouts out again. "Oh right. I just wanted to. And she was screaming too much." "But since Liz and I aren't playing your games anymore I suggest you hand the kid to us." "He's getting out of here. And far away from you." Evan giggles to himself crazily. "Sorry but he's staying. No one will take him from me."

(Sorry this took so long. I started writing then forgot about it till I actually checked Wattpad. There will be a part 2.)