A/N: Alright so for those of you who care, this is kinda important? Basically this is based off of Ao Oni (6.23 version) and HetaOni is some ways. I'm going to add in all the alpha characters, but I'm not sure how yet. This will have character death so I'm just going to go with this is kinda two doomed time lines that merged. Like because if I kill of Jane, John wouldn't be born in that timeline and same for Jake and Jane or anyone really. (Those were just examples I'm not gonna kill all of those people off! I don't think I will at least). ANYWAYS, thank you for reading my story and I hope you like it. c:

One

==Commence Adventure.

Your name is Jake English and you are about to start the adventure. You had finally convinced your friends to come to a certain abandoned mansion with you, one just a bit a ways from town. Of course you could of gone alone, but where was the fun adventuring by yourself when you had some good chums who could tag along?

Originally it was only supposed to be you and your pal Dirk coming to explore this mystery mansion, but Jane had and Roxy had insisted on coming and who were you to deny that? The more the merrier is what they say! You think you might have offended them by not inviting them in the first place. You only did that though because you thought–well knew–that they would get scared.

Just looking at Jane you know she doesn't want to be here anymore. The poor girl, she looks frightened, maybe you should bring her home? No, you just got here! If she really wanted to leave you're sure Roxy would have no problem taking her back. Its not like you were forcing her to go inside or anything, it would definitely be more of a scare then the outside!

Different types of tree's covered the yard, paths going into the forest were everywhere though you weren't interested in those right now. You could always look there later if you wanted! They covered the area so you couldn't see the house in the midst of all the greenery. The main path was the only one that was made of stone, the rest being just dirt and gravel. So you had made the assumptions to head that way, and looked like you were right!

The place looked antique. It was huge in size, you presume the walls were originally white though over the years dirt has been collected on the outside of it, but surprisingly no graffiti. The windows were barred, the metal rusting but sturdy looking. Two large wooden doors showed the way in, and you find yourself going up to them leaving the others behind. They could follow if they wanted too!

You step inside the door slamming shut behind you, but you hardly take notice. You're more captivated in the looks of the inside, because it seems as if a place like this should be brand new, not some old creaky house.

But something tells you there is more to it then just its looks.

==Jake: Be the sensible guy.

Your name is Dirk Strider and you are officially the person here with the most common sense. No matter how rundown, eerie, or odd a place looked, that did not mean it was haunted. Monsters, ghosts, elves, none of that shit existed. You had merely tagged along with your friends to see this abode to prove yourself right. Rumours were just a pile of horseshit, and by coming you were only helping to spread the massive amounts of shit that people would hear. You knew English well enough to know he'd bend the truth around this and make it sound like it was some kind of daring crusade that turned into a full-out monster mania battle.

Jake English, your best bro, was the one who found this place. The way he explained was that he had overheard some old geezers talking about the mansion, recalling the group of kids who had gone to it, and never came back. One of them said a monster game and ate them all right up; the other said that the kids themselves were monsters haunting the place. To you, it was ridiculous.

You're not the only one who came with Jake though, the girls had as well. Roxy Lalonde had to be one of the most fucked up girls you have ever met. Not that it was a bad thing; you learned to live with the girl after knowing her for seventeen years. The two of you have known each other since you were in diapers; she was practically your sister by now. In fact she lived just across the hall from you in an apartment building. She lived with her mother who was constantly away on business trips, leaving Roxy alone with her sister. The lack of parental advice lead the girl to becoming an alcoholic and you can't remember a time in the past two years where her voice wasn't slurred with booze.

On the other hand there was Roxy's best friend: Jane Crocker. She was more of a quiet type, having that natural gentle look to her. Maybe a bit of a dorky one too. Her and Roxy were inseparable despite their big differences in personality. Who ever said opposites attract had gotten the two of them spot on. Unlike Roxy, Jane was a deadbeat with passion. Being around so many people only got her nervous which made her talk less then usual, and not to mention sweat like a pig. So usually she refrained from joining any activities with large crowds.

Now it was only the four of you, which made things completely different. You were the best of friends, four peas in a pod, as tight as Twilightsparkle and Spike are: the four of you where just that amazing of friends. Which meant it was only natural that all of you had came, though it was really only you who had gotten the invitation. But wherever Jake went Jane went, and wherever Jane went Roxy went.

You're all standing outside of the mansion, Jake standing a bit in front of you looking it over. After a moment of silence he steps forward advancing towards the door with a curious look on his face, brows furrowed, worrying his bottom lip with two large buckteeth. You know he's not uncertain on this idea in any sort of sense, hell the kid practically lived for adventure, it was Jane you were worried about.

"Is this really such a good idea?" You hear he ask, her voice soft and scared. She's clinging to Roxy's side–who is probably drunk considering she's swaying on her feet–a water bottle in her hand. Well, more like a booze bottle.

"Dun't worry Janey, we'll be fine," she drawls, waving her free hand in the air.

You're too busy listening to the conversation between the two girls to notice that Jake has opened the door and let himself in. Its only when the wooden board slams back into place that the three of you turn your attention back to the house. With no hesitation you follow in the adventurous boy's footsteps, opening the door and stepping inside to feel a slight chill. Its not the kind that comes from a natural breeze, or an air conditioning vent, it feels sort of odd, like it wasn't supposed to be there.

The inside of the place is pretty amazing if you do say so yourself. It looks like it's still brand new; the floor a mahogany colour, a shine coming off it like it was varnished just yesterday. There are three halls heading in all separate directions, and a spiral staircase leading upwards. It looks like one of the ones in those shitty black and white movies, where the girl is dressed all fancy walking down the stairs like some kind of million-dollar babe. Maybe this is where they shot those scenes; it looks like it would of worked perfectly.

Jake is in front of you, his hands placed on his hips, eyes wandering from place to place as he studies the surroundings. Footsteps approach behind you and its obvious that Roxy has finally coaxed Jane inside. You take a few steps forward so you're standing beside English. He turns to face you, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Isn't it just fantastic, Strider? Has such a peculiar look to it!"

You're about to retort when Crocker cuts you off, practically flying forwards to latch herself onto Jake's right arm, replying for you. "Its just beautiful!" She gives a small innocent sounding laugh, but you know what's going on. Roxy does too, and this earns her a swig of her vodka, looking over at the two of them. You're not sure if its Jane or Jake she's glaring at but it doesn't really matter.

After a moment of listening to Jake and Jane talk you turn to walk over beside the blond girl, moving a hand to push the bottle away from her mouth when she tries to take another sip of her beverage. She looks at you, giving a small huff.

"Look what'chu did Drik! Dirk. Now it's spilt on my shirt! An' its new too!"

"My bad," you say, giving the smallest of smirks.

Jane is busy batting her eyelashes at Jake, who doesn't seem to notice–or care for that matter, and you and Roxy are in a dispute on whether you should pay for her shirt or not. But both things are interrupted when a crash comes from somewhere down the hall to your right.

Immediately you can see Jake's attention turning to the noise, one hand reaching towards the pistol in his left holster, other armed still being clasped tightly by Jane, who has that alarmed look back on her face. You hold a hand up to motion to everyone that you'll go check it out.

"Will you manage by yourself, or do you need me to tag along?" Jake is giving you one of those anxious looks, itching to go and explore.

Instead of letting him come you shake your head no, turning on heel to start walking down the corridor. "Nah, I got this one. Besides someone needs to stay back and protect the ladies."

You doubt that anyone will have a complaint with that considering Jake loves playing the hero, almost as much as Jane likes swooning over him, and Roxy likes getting between them. Such a sight, it was amusing almost. You had pulled yourself out of the love triangle about a year ago now, seeing as it was pointless to fight over Jake like the ladies were doing. Besides it was obvious to you that he had a thing for chicks, not dicks.

The first door that comes into sight is on the right side of the hallway, and you reach for it, only to find it locked. The only other one is at the end of the hall, so you decide that must be where the ruckus came from. You feel yourself having the urge to draw your katana, just in case. In case of what? It wasn't like there was anything here, or anyone else besides you and your friends for that matter. It turns out (of course it did) that nothing was there, and that a plate had simply fallen off the side of a counter and shattered. No big deal.

The area was a small mix between a kitchen and living room, two couches and a coffee table on one side of the room, the other having a dinging table and a small cooking area consisting of a stove, fridge, sink, and some cupboards. The counter stretched out on one side, and right beside it was the plate spilt into several pieces. You crouch down to look at the shards, picking up a fair sized one and putting it in your sylladex. Turns out you picked up the right piece because under it you found a small silver key, possibly one leading to the room you saw down the hall earlier. No harm in checking it out right?

So on your way back to your friends you stop at the said room about to try the key when you hear a scream. Dammit with all these interruptions. You guess you should skip the room and go see what was going on. It was probably just Jane overreacting over some kind of scary noise or whatever.

==Dirk: Be the screaming girl.

Your name is Jane Crocker and you are the screaming girl. Moments earlier your friend Dirk left to go find out what that noise had been, and you have no complaints to that. This place gave you the chills, and there was something about it that just felt so wrong. You wouldn't have come except for the fact that it would have been Jake and Dirk alone, and you're not too sure if Dirk has gotten over his little crush on your guy or not.

This guy of yours is currently trying to calm you down, a hand rubbing your back in a soothing manner and it's enough to let yourself relax into his arm. The fabric of a shirt covers it but even still when you curl your fingers around his upper arm you can feel the outline of his biceps and triceps. One of the things you love about Jake is how athletic he is. He plays sports ranging from rugby to tennis, runs, works out, not to mention all the sorts of training he does.

You're perfectly happy snuggling up to his arm, and you think Roxy might just be jealous. You look up to see her back turned against you two, heading towards the door. You blink a few times, wondering if she's set on leaving even though Dirk's not back from his excursion yet.

"Roxy my good chum, where are you headed off too?" Jake's voice lingers in your ears, and as he speaks you can hear the small rumble in his chest.

"Just gonna go wait outside," the blond responds, a hand placed firmly around the doorknob. You watch as she tries to open it for a few moments, and the only explanation you have is that she's drank to much that she can't even open a door. "I can't open it." You hear her say, and you're force to let go of Jake's arm because he's going to open it for her.

There is one problem though; he can't open it either. You feel that twisting and turning feeling in your stomach start to come back as Jake fiddles with the door, wondering why him of all people is incapable of opening a door. It must be jammed that's all.

But then Roxy's eyes grow wide, and she's not looking at you but behind you. "Janey look out!"

The two of your friends are already scattered running in different directions. Whatever it is behind you, you're not sure you want to look but of course you have to so you know exactly what you're running from.

So you turn.

Now you wish you didn't.

And this is the part where you scream.

==Jane: Be the confused guy.

Your name is Dirk Strider and you are as confused as fuck right now. You return to the scene of the crime (meaning the lobby) to find all the witnesses gone (meaning your friends). The best explanation for this was that Jane was pissing her pants over the whole haunted mansion thing and convinced everybody to wait outside with her. Oh well, you can respect that, its not exactly like it's a big deal that they're outside waiting for you instead of inside.

You saunter over to the door, going to open it. It doesn't open though, only budges from its place a bit. Its like its been locked from the outside, and you're wondering if your friends are on the other side chuckling and snickering waiting for you to plead for help to get out of the mansion. You would not be doing that though because one: Striders didn't beg, and two: this mansion didn't scare you one bit. Instead you just knock on the wood calmly, and get no answer.

So you call out to the other side. "This is really lame if locking me in here is supposed to be some kind of prank," you say rattling the door again. Still no answer.

You don't mind if they're going to play that way, instead you'll just look around and come back later and see if their willing to cooperate. The first thing that comes to mind is to go check out the room that was locked but a shadow moving upstairs catches your attention so you go up there instead. Maybe it was Jake, and the girls had locked him inside too. Jane was extremely fond of pranks, and she had gotten Roxy into them as well. Then again Jane would probably be against leaving you and English alone in here so maybe it was Roxy that was up there. It didn't matter who, you'd find out soon enough.

Starting up the stairs you find the second floor just as nice as the first. A narrow corridor stretches horizontal to the stairs, a room on either side. In between the two chambers is an opening where there's another hall leading to another set of stairs. At the end in yet another one, having the same fashion. There was a room on either side of the corridor, which meant in total there were eight rooms. As expected considering it was a fucking mansion you were in.

After looking around the floor you decide to start at the room closest to the stairs you had come up. The door is silent as it opens and closes, leaving you with a stealthy advantage. At first glance it looks like no one is in the room, only a bookshelf, bureau and closet inside the space. You're about to check somewhere else when you hear a thump from inside the closet. It wasn't expected and reflexes have to drawing your katana from your strife specibus. One hand is clutched around the sword, the other reaching out to swing the two-door closet open.

Inside it you find an odd sight.

There sits Roxy, pressed up against the back wall of the enclosed space, knees hugged to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Her eyes are wide and glossy looking like she had just seen a monster or something equally scary in people's minds. She's not wearing her scarf, and her drink is spilt on the floor beside her. She's not even freaking about what a waist of vodka that is, so something must be wrong. Quickly you put your katana away to kneel down in front of her.

"Lalonde, you okay?"

No answer, just shivering.

"Where are the others?"

You wait a moment this time because she's opening and closing her mouth like she wants to speak but she can't. It takes a while before she actually forms some words, her voice full of panic and worry. "It was huge Strudir, huuuuge! We c-couldn't open the door and then it came up right b-behind Janey, an' I think it might of got 'er."

Nothing Roxy was saying is making sense to you, so you decide to leave it be, and go find some water or something for her to drink. You tell her exactly that, and close the closet doors again (by her request) and leave to find some drinks. She was to shaken up to come with you and you hope by the time you're back she'll be able to function again so you can go looking for the others.

You start on the bottom floor, deciding to try and open the locked door with the key you found on your way to the kitchen. There had been a sink in there and where there are sinks there are water. Or at least that's what you assumed because it seemed like common sense to you. You keep note of the room you found Roxy in as you head down the hallway, stopping at the door of destination. First door, closest to the staircase you remind yourself as you pull out the key. You stick it in the hole to hear a satisfying click, the door unlocking for you. Bingo.

You're greeted by the sight of rows and rows of bookshelves each one packed with literature. You take a moment to look through some closest to you, finding that the material was in a wide range of topics and languages. You find one of robotics, only to find that it's in Latin and for that brief moment you wish you had taken that course. Oh well, maybe there was an English version somewhere in here.

In the far corner of a room there's a table, papers spread all over it in some kind of organized fashion as if someone had recently been looking through them. You mess it up though, tossing things aside as you look through them eventually finding another key under an envelope. You snatch it, before going back to your hunt for water. You go back to the door to find it closed and locked behind you, and of course you had dropped the key somewhere in the room.

You end up finding it dropped by the bookshelf where you were browsing, picking it back up, and turning around to find something blocking your path.

It's like nothing you've seen before, not even in some badass alien movies, which makes this even scarier. Whatever it is it stands at least several taller then yourself, its neck as long as a giraffes. Massive black eyes look down at you, with small white pupils focused in the center. Its hands curve into claw-like things at the end, along with its toes. A smile is plastered to its face, showing large dirtied rotting teeth, with red specks all over them. For a moment its tongue darts out to show it's forked like a snake. It doesn't wear any clothes, giving you a good view of its genderless body. Its skin is between a purple and grey colour, bumps, boils and warts littering it.

Then that instinct is back, your katana coming in hand just in time for one of its own hands to come swiping down at you. You stab it, doing close to little damage but still the monster recoils. You don't think it's doing that because its hurt, more like surprised that you actually fought back. This gives you enough time to turn tail, sprint out of the room and towards the kitchen, not looking back for a moment. You dive behind the counter, sitting there, heart racing, katana tight in your grip just waiting for that thing to come and attack you.

You chuckle under your breath at how fucked up this situation is. Monsters aren't supposed to be real along with ghosts and ghouls and haunted houses and fuck, looks like you were wrong. After a long time of just sitting you stand up the image of the thing still burning into your mind. And you think you'll name it Applejack.