FASH: Well, here's the second chapter, fun huh? I know I'm having loads of fun. (Sarcastic.)

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Tyson had packed enough stuff for two weeks, although he had five suitcases and only two sets of clothes, the rest of the four suit cases were filled with junk food, he figured if he couldn't leave the castle grounds, he might as well bring some 'good' food. There was a kitchen in the castle, a very primitive kitchen, with a wood stove, and no fridge, and he'd have to get his water from a well on the property, but hell would freeze over before he could stand a day without any sugar intake.

Tyson was watching through his front window and saw black car park in front of the dojo, it was the car that would take him to the airport. Tyson quickly began dragging his luggage to the door, and saw his brother and grandpa waiting for him.

"Well, grandpa, Hiro." He looked over his small family. "I'd better get going." He quickly hugged them both and before he left, Hiro whispered in his ear. "Beware little brother; those Scottish men can be really seductive with those kilts." Tyson blushed a pretty shade of pink as he angrily wondered why he ever told his brother he was gay. "Yea, well I'm sure I can find a guy cuter than your girlfriend." He muttered on his way out, turning and blowing Hiro a raspberry.

He quickly got seated in the car, which took him to the airport, and then was the plane ride. Fun.

"Sir, I assure you that the plane will not fall into the ocean, killing everyone but you and then you'll have to live a desert island for many years till someone finds you." Tyson was currently clutching on to a very mild tempered stewardess. "Are you sure?" "Yes, now if you would please let go of me, get into your seat, buckled your seatbelt and remain in the upright position, I'll be sure to check up on the pilot for you every once in a while." Once in a while turned out to be never, but Tyson was happy enough because he didn't die in a bunch a pain and agony, in fact, he had a lot of fun looking down at Scotland before they landed, it was a very interesting birds eye view.

Tyson got off the plane and was quickly escorted to the McGregor Manor, the sun was beginning to set and it gave the building a creepy effect, bathed in the blood red light of the sky.

"Awesome." Tyson got out of the car and looked up, and up, and up. "Wooowwww." He then realized how stoned he sounded and quickly shut himself up.

"Hello, you must me Tyson!" A big, burly guy in a kilt grabbed Tyson's arm and began dragging him into the manor. "I am Stephan, I will be showing you around the manor today." "Uh, okay."

Tyson was dragged around the rather HUGE building, but he wasn't taking anything in, he just stare into space as Stephan's voice went on and on and on and on…

And on, and on, and on, and on, and on…..

And then he thought about the meaning of life….

'Man, I really need some sugar…..'

Okay, so that wasn't the meaning of life, but for Tyson, that was pretty close to it.

Once the little 'tour' was over, Stephen gave Tyson a map, a really, really big map, and it was of the manor, which made Tyson wonder why the hell he got the tour in the first place.

"Now then, there are camera's located in every corridor, and room, except for yours, you need some privacy, but if anything supernatural started happening in your room, record it with the camera that KC guy or whatever gave you. Now then, there's a well on the grounds that you'll need to get water, there's a kitchen, although it isn't modern, the last owner didn't get around to it, and the bathroom, well, it's that little cottage looking place that we passed on the way in, it has running water and pluming, but the water's all cold and it never gets warm, just to warn you….."

Tyson's eyes began drooping. 'Man, this guy is more boring than my history teacher, and my English teacher, and my math teacher, and my science teacher. All combined!'

"And now that we've gotten that over with, I'll see you in two weeks!"

Tyson could have sworn that if Stephan had a tail, he would be running with it between his legs.

When the door slammed shut, he knew he was along, all alone, with only the 'ghost' to accompany him. "Alright!" He quickly ran up to his room, which he had a hard time finding, stupid map, but once he did he immediately flung himself on the bed and reached into his duffle bag, quickly adding to his blood sugar with a Hershey bar. (Yummy!) And then, he exclaimed what any teen who was all alone in a supposedly haunted castle would exclaim.

"It's time to explore!" Okay, maybe he wasn't that normal, but Tyson didn't really care about throwing some giant, Halloween themed party. And with that, he dashed out of the room with his map.

Where would he go first?

FASH: Yes, where will he go first?