This started as a story I wrote in a cottage because there was no internet or televsion to numb my brain. This story isn't the draft I wrote, it's a rewrite of the story with a collaboration of angelcarstairs4679.

Disclaimer: I do not own Persona

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There was a young boy named Austin who had parents that liked to take an RV to a anniversary spot.

He was doing what a typical teenager does when he goes on a roadtrip with his parents, which was sleep until the sun rose high in the sky.

In his sleeping state he was finding out how bizarre and scary daydreams can be. He was shackled, wearing short sleeve prison cloths, and his arms felt like antibodies fighting a flu shot.

Another vivid memory he had was of a man who looked like a goblin with a Pinnochio nose and Gollum sized tennis ball eyes and not to mention a grin that could land him into an assylum.

He was trembling which made his palms all sweaty. He did however look in the man's eyes because anywhere else was considered rude.

"So do you accept your destiny? Its not all the time a human gets to be called to my realm so you should be proud," Tennis ball eye man said.

"I understand this doesn't happen all the time," Austin said thinking about the ridiculousness. "If my destiny in this isn't a prison than I accept."

"Well well what an annoying little bug you are," the man sneered as he clicked his fingers. Two girls appeared from the shadows and Austin gulped as he saw one of them carrying a whip and another a baton. Geez, whats up with these people here?

They had this cold stare to them that was more than a little intimidating.

"So we get to play with this runt? Finally! I was getting bored!" one of them sneered as she wrapped the whip around her arm. Austin felt like this was one hell of a dream he desperately wanted to get out from.

"Don't think you get to leave just yet." Tennis ball eye guy said. "I want you to have something that is visible only in this world."

With that said he threw a card at Austin who caught it from the gap of his bar.

"If you ever find yourself in a hell you need to get out from, use this. You'll need it, trust me," he grinned as the room went dark. Austin found himself in his bed, coated with sweat and his blankets strewn all over the floor as his mother hammered her fist on the door.

His gaze was on his mother and father who were looking right at him.

"Come on kiddo! You've got camp to go to! Chop chop!" his mother said as she threw open the curtains. The sun; the worst enemy to a teenage guy who just wants to sleep the summer away.

He shielded his eyes with his hand but the light seeped through it and burned his corneas.

"Come on! We haven't got all day! We're parked at a pretty tight spot now and I want to continue with the road trip!" his mother hollered as he got up, dragging his hastily packed bag on the floor and slammed open the door to reveal the scenery outside.

It was a place where there were lots of brown houses with green roofs that were the lengths of four trees cut down. There were hundreds of campers playing soccer, socializing, or looking for the counsellor's office.

To Austin, it looked like the camp from hell since it robbed him of precious sleep and game time.

He knew this wasn't hell just a nuisance of his summer time.

"Glad you could make it," a girl chirped as she met him. She had the tag indicating she was a camp helper. Oh, betrayer of teenagers.

Austin looked at her but his face was as cold and unfeeling as a microwave dinner still in its package.

When he was shown his tiny shack of a room, he was on the verge of strangling her. Not to mention wifi was nonexistent so he was basically back in the stone age.

He at least hoped they would make him do things like kayaking down a river.

"Oh we do go kayaking but only towards the end of the season," she chirped as his hopes came crashing down to the earth. Just his luck. Why the hell summer camp anyway when you could just leave him home in peace and let him hibernate the summer away? That's what vacation is for anyway; sleep, eat, gaming, repeat.

"Why don't you change into shorter sleeve cloths so I can take you to an assembly."

"They have assemblies in camp too?"

"Well duh. We have to welcome you guys and all," she said as she closed the door to give him privacy. Scowling and cursing under his breath he quickly poured his clothes onto the bed which smelled suspiciously like fish for some reason, snatched a clean shirt with the words "Gamer In The Making" splashed across and went out.

Unsurprisingly, he at first didn't know where the assembly was being held because the girl didn't give him any directions. However, he found out by asking a dark skin camp counsellor.

Luckily he was pointed to the right direction and he found himself looking at a sea of aggitated teenagers.

He couldn't blame them for their hatred of this assembly. He took stood against the wall instead of sitting like a true teen.

"Come on folks. Settle down and we can get this over with," the camp chief said as he took the stage. He was an old man who looked like he had seen his better days more than a century ago. Wait, make that centuries.

The teenagers finally got over being in here and decided to listen to what the camp counselor had to say.

"There is hidden power within all of you and you will unlock it...once you enter the depths of malevolent people's hearts.

"Are you cracked? Cuz you look cracked!" one guy shouted form the crowd and some of the campers let out some nervous laughter. But still, what a way to start the assembly of a month long summer camp.

He clapped his hands together. Suddenly, the door to the assembly was opened and some strange man with a skin tight yellow suit and mask pulled in a raging fire. The counselor himself walked off his podium and made his way to the fire.

"Well what are you waiting for folks? Do you need an invitation?" he said as he walked in. Hell yeah! Who the heck walks into a furnace like nobody's business? This is so not normal and definitely not part of an assembly for summer camp. "Oh man. How did you guys find out about this camp?"Austin moaned, thinking about his parents who were on their way to wherever they were bound to go.

"My cousin recommended this camp to me. After this s***, we won't be on good speaking terms," a boy who looked like Vanilla Ice said.

"Can this get any worse? We have a weird camp chief and a bunch of weirdoes here... hope it doesn't rub off me," Austin moaned to himself.

Something strange happened once Austin stopped making so much bickering.

He felt the ground rumbling before it yawned open and swallowed the whole lot of campers, sending them screaming and cursing down a tunnel.

One by one the campers faded from existence until Austin was the only camper still going down the tunnel.

He landed hard on his butt, cursing as he got up and dusted the dirt off his pants to be met with a pair of orange flaming eyes.

This was not a good day for him. He was scared.

"Well. I guess this is the part where I have to run or get burned to death right?" Austin muttered as he turned heel and dashed down the tunnel with the creature hot on his trail.