Readers,

My GOD, has it really been that long since I last updated!? I sincerely apologize for my crappy ability to work quickly. Um, so, now you guys get to learn what happened to Mari, Aja, Xenzik, and everyone else when they escaped from the House of HetaOni.

WARNING: There is not necessarily a "happy" ending for anyone.

Now, for the last time ever for this story. . .

Enjoy.

Otto

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Gretchen sat quietly on the couch, her long black jacket rolled up behind her back. She had the hood up, covering her emotionless face. Prussia sat across from his daughter in an armchair, wearing a crisp, clean, black suit. It was unfitting for him, and the sad look on his face made Gretchen flinch unnoticeably.

After a few minutes of listening to her father weep quietly into his hands, Gretchen scowled and stood up. "I'm going to meet Mark and Hazel." She told her father distantly. The Prussian didn't respond as the pale, snowy-haired girl walked out through the front door of the old house.

Gretchen walked down the street, her white, button-up dress shirt and long black pencil skirt moving with her stiffly, while the long black jacket flowed out behind her. She made her way to a small Cliffside about a mile from her father's house, where two kids, both about her age, stood waiting for her.

"Gretchen!" Markov Braginsky called out in a thick Russian accent. A Canadian girl, Hazel Williams, stood next to him, the majority of her face buried in a small stuffed bear. "Are you alright? We just heard about miss Mari. . ." Hazel asked, hugging Gretchen shyly.

"Yeah." Gretchen confirmed. "Mom died in her sleep last night. Dad wanted to have the funeral as soon as possible. You guys will be going to church with us at around midnight tonight." Markov and Hazel stared at Gretchen sadly. Her mother had just died, and she was showing no emotion.

They'd always known Gretchen to be a loner. She would always bottle up her feelings until she couldn't stand it anymore. But hey hadn't expected her to be completely cold about Mari's death.

"Why don't you come with us?" Markov suggested, pulling the stripped hat that his father, Russia, had knitted him farther down on his shaggy head.

"Y-yeah. . ." Hazel's Canada-Curl bounced at the side of her head as she shook nervously. "L-let's go to our special spot!"

Gretchen stared at both of them for a second before smiling sadly, tears welling up in her eyes, making the two flinch. "Yes. . ." She responded slowly. "Let's go to the House."

The three sixteen-year-olds started walking towards the tall, beige house, each of them shaking slightly at the looks of the ghastly building. They'd never been inside the House, but Gretchen was feeling slightly more daring that day.

They walked right up to the huge hole in the side of the building that had allowed their parents to escape, exactly 20 years ago on that day. It was around the same time, too. While Markov and Hazel stood a little farther off nervously, Gretchen felt at the cracked edges of the building where the wall had been knocked down.

She looked down at the standing pile of rubble next to the hole. She saw something within the dust, dirt, and chunks of plaster that she thought was rather odd. She picked up a small stick of ivory, about the length and width of her middle finger. A piano key? She wondered, trying to figure out why that'd be among the rubble of her mother's master escape. She shoved the piano key in her pocket and turned back towards the giant hole in the wall.

Markov laughed quietly, and Hazel's jaw dropped as Gretchen slid inside the House. They followed quickly, Markov slipping in just ahead of Hazel. "What is wrong, Gretchen?" He asked. Gretchen had stopped in front of a huge, pale skeleton, with a strange bit of flaking red blotches splattered across the span of off-white.

The skeleton was HUGE, and looked oddly shaped. The base of the neck looked sharply cut off, and another set of bones, that looked like they'd been smashed, or they'd just fallen apart. The building itself was covered in dust, and the scent of mildew was uncomfortably thick.

Shuddering at the chilling set of bones, the teens edged around the corner, meeting the sight of two inwardly facing couches. If the kids had been rushing, they wouldn't have been able to get between them, but they just hopped over the backs, and headed towards the kitchen.

Another skeleton met them. This one was slightly more humanoid, but the shoulders, elbows, and knees had large gash marks, and the bones were bathed in dried blood. The only teen who didn't almost puke was Gretchen. They filed out of that room as quickly as possible. They started to climb up the wood staircase, Gretchen shivering at the sharp squeak they made.

They visited a room with a fireplace, a row of blankets set up like a bed in the corner, and a severely damaged oil lamp. There wasn't anything particularly interesting in that room, save for the burn marks and slashes that coincided along the four otherwise pristine looking walls.

The room across the hall from it was locked, but that didn't stop Gretchen. She pulled a small hairpin out from under her hood and easily picked the door's lock. They were about to slide inside, but Gretchen almost hurled at the terrible smell that came from the room. Covering her nose, and her eyes watering like mad, Gretchen looked inside.

The smell came from another skeleton, this one's stringy black hair still falling out. There was dried blood everywhere. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, everywhere. The skeleton was battered, and the bones where shattered in many places. The three teens ran out of the terrifying room, slammed the door shut, and locked it with the hairpin.

Gretchen decided that she'd had enough. She could no longer stand to be inside the House. The teens started to run down the stairs, but were stopped by a huge, ugly, white monster. Well, half of it was white. The other half was dripping with blood. The kids ran back up the stairs, Gretchen in the lead, Markov just behind her. Hazel wasn't very fast, but the monster was far faster than the children could have guessed. The monster grabbed Hazel by the leg, and threw her down the staircase.

Markov looked back in fear, but Gretchen pulled him along behind her. "Hey!" He shouted. "Wh-what about Hazel!?" Gretchen shook her head and continued to pull him into the first bedroom up the stairs. In the room was a large, heavy-looking metal door. A key sat next to it on the small desk.

Gretchen grabbed the key and unlocked the heavy door, pulling Markov inside, and locking it again. They ran up the small set of stairs until they reached a small wood door. They opened it, ran inside, and shut it again. Gretchen looked around the room, confused. It looked like a bunker of sorts, but a lot nicer. It was very clean and bright. The moldy, musty smell that hung around the rest of the House disappeared in that room.

They started to feel safer as they walked around. Markov walked over to the kitchen in the hopes that he could find some water. As Markov reached the cupboard and pulled out a glass, the monster crashed through the door and ran straight for him, blood flying in all directions. Gretchen screamed and ran to hide in the bathroom, but Markov couldn't do anything fast enough.

Gretchen sat in the bathroom, crouched between a shower and the wall as she heard a sickening, bone-chilling screech from poor Markov. She sat there for a long time. So long, that the monster had left, and had been gone for awhile. Slowly, she began to rise, fear motivating her to move.

Shaken up, she decided to look in the bathroom mirror. She needed to see how bad she was shaking. Looking into the mirror, she gazed into her own blood-red eyes. After a bit of looking in the mirror, something happened. The glass started to flow like liquid. Soon, a huge, terrible, bloody face morphed in the mirror, and Gretchen screamed. She couldn't stop screaming. The image in the mirror didn't do anything, but the fact that it was there terrified Gretchen to the point that she died of fear.

And so, when the parents of these three teens found out that they were dead, they had the House demolished. They all agreed that the destruction of that building was the best, despite the unrecovered bodies of their children inside.

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Hooray! Sorry if you guys don't like the way that ended. Um, so the piano key that Gretchen found didn't actually have a part in this. It was just there.

The monster at the end there was the Siro Oni. If you guys don't know what that is, it's just another Oni game I heard about from my friend, Zach.

Okay, so I hope you guys enjoyed that. In case you couldn't tell, here's the list of kids and their parents:

Gretchen Beilschmidt- Daughter of Mari and Prussia

Hazel Williams- Daughter of Xenzik and Canada

Markov Braginsky- Son of Aja and Russia

Ivy had a son, too. His name is Salvatore, and he's five when this story takes place. His dad is Romano. I know. Great dad. Vixue never had a kid, but he recently married Ukraine.

Now, my dearest, most loyal readers. . .

Hoşçakal, ve ben bu hikayeyi yazarken özleyeceğim.

Find out what that means. Love you guys.

Otto-Chan.