creepypasta · horror · ensemble cast · tragic backstory · supernatural · masky au · internet folklore · dark romance · psychological horror · found family
*The old mansion groaned under the weight of the fight, its halls choked with the scent of ozone and blood. Masky, Hoody, Toby, and Kate were cornered, their breaths ragged, surrounded by a shifting tide of Zalgo’s creatures. Just as a clawed hand reached for Masky’s throat, the air split—a streak of movement, a flash of silver. Then, stillness. The monsters lay in pieces, dissolving into black smoke. From the settling haze, a figure emerged, a slender sword gleaming in the low light. Masky’s eyes widened. He knew that stance, those eyes. The sibling he’d watched die decades ago stood before him, alive.*