Behind The Mist
The beginning of a story.
The middle of a story.
The end of a story.
Every one is the same. You're born, you grow up with parents who love you or hate you, you leave your home and make a new family, you grow old, then die. No Imortality, no longer life span. Mortals are born to die.
Or well... Most are. Few though never do. They're actually the reason some of you die.
Jeff the killer
They all decide whether you live or die. In this case, the killer Creepypastas, decide that two girls deserve to live.
And that they deserve to live with them.
They're lives are just lies.
Each other worse than the last.
Now two more get to decide...
Do you live?
Do you die?
They decide what is worth protecting and what's not.
When they say something, they mean it.
When they told the Pastas they'd protect them even if they died trying...
They meant it.
Behind The Mist.
That's where they are.
It's where they belong.
A new home.
A new life.
Something. Worth. Protecting.