(Discontinued)The fox and the wolf - Creepypasta AU

Origin

These twins were fourteen, but they weren't so normal. For one, they weren't actually twins, just the best of friends but closer, they were mistaken for twins no matter how different they looked, and they liked it. They adopted the title and became the town's twins who aren't twins. The town thought they were strange, there was a rumour that one was gay and they always kept to themselves so the majority of the town speculated on what was only rumours and they weren't noticed much. Their town was small and secluded but a city was a two hour drive away. Okay, enough backstory, on with the actual storyline.

One night, they were strolling the woods together. It got darker faster than they thought but neither said anything. Black descended over both of their eyes as they felt cloth pulled over their eyes. One began to yell but immediately felt a cloth over their mouth. They couldn't identify what it was but it made them feel tired and the last thing they heard before blacking out was their twin falling to the ground next to them...

Wolfix came around to her hands tied to her back with a rough rope that was chaffing against her skin. It seemed that her hoodie had rode up, revealing the scars across her stomach. She couldn't hear any breathing but felt ice cold hands pulling her along. Not too long after she heard a voice, but it wasn't human.
"I know your awake~"
The voice had an overall male sound but sounded like a computer voice layered over in different tones, until it clashed in one awful sound that hurt Wolfix's ear drums.
"Silent? I guess your death will be too." The voice said.
Wolfix's breathing hitched but she didn't struggle. She figured this was the end and she couldn't do anything about it.
The next thing she knew, she felt those cold hands pull her up by the rope around her body and push her off the edge of something. She immediately plunged into freezing water and choked. The blindfold was still tight around her head and she couldn't struggle with the rope around her body. Eventually, she accepted her fate. She vaguely felt her lungs screaming at her and she inhaled just before she blacked out, before she died.

"Well that was uneventful" BEN said

-meanwhile-
*shadows POV*
The first thing I felt was pain, immense pain. I wished I could've blacked out again, back to that blissful nothingness, but I was in too much pain. I felt a knife drag across my old scars as I let out a scream, muffled by the gag. And a voice I had never heard before responded.
"Do you like that? Because I love the delicious scream you just made. You've been unconscious for a while now and I've only been able to satisfy myself with the sight of your blood, but now I can hear you, I can hear your amazing screams and this will be so much more enjoyable." The voice finished.
"Who-...who a-are you" I choke out. The gag was gone. I assume the voice had removed it, probably to hear my pain even more.
"I'm Jeff, and you better remember that into the after life, cause your not gonna need it in the living"
I could hear his grin as he drew the knife across my chest. Another scream ripped through my throat and he continued to trace my scars with the knife. After what seemed to be an hour of me screaming my voice hoarse and until all I can remember is pain, I began to feel faint. Blood loss. I must be losing too much blood.
"Hmm? Losing too much blood? just gonna fade into death, hmm? Not gonna happen."
I start to feel death take it's grip on me but before I can black out I let it out my last scream as the bloody knife pierced my heart and I died to the words
"Go to sleep."
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*shadows POV*
I died. I died at the hands of a psychopath. And now I'm in the waiting room to the underworld. The guy at the desk told me to wait. And when I left to sit down, I saw her. My twin, my sister, Wolfix. If I could, I would have cried. She was dead too. I went and sat next to her and laid my head on her shoulder. We're dead...

It had been a decade of waiting in death's lobby when the man came. Or should I say creature? He was the shape of a man but unusually tall and there were no features on his white face. He walked so calmly through the dead and walked up to the guy at the desk, chyron I think his name was, but not before stealing a glance at my sister and I. Atleast that's what it looked like, he has no eyes. He walked up to chyron, and they talked. The white man pointed at us halfway through the conversation and I tensed. Wolfix felt me stiffen and glanced at me. She then continued to stare into my broken eyes. HE broke them, he broke my soul but I don't intend to fix it. I tried and I gave up, there's not much to do when you wait for a decade other than analyse my own thoughts. But back to the present. The white man then walked up to us and announced that we were leaving. I was really confused. I could tell Wolfix was too.
"But sir, we're dead" Wolfix said
"Yes you are, but on the outside you will be alive. In other words, would you like a second chance at life? With conditions of course."
I didn't have to think for long. I was broken and bent on revenge, revenge on the one who tortured me, who killed me.
"Yes," our voices chorused.
The man looked into my broken eyes and then into Wolfix's dull ones.
"Then you will come with me, you will live with me and my proxies, you will become my proxies and you will go on missions for me. Still want to live?"
"Of course," I responded. Wolfix answered with her own confirmation immediately after mine.
He held out his long white hands and we took them. We were sucked into a vacuum and spat out again is the only way I can describe it. We teleported. We were starring at an old fashioned mansion in the middle of a wood.
"Welcome to my mansion. I am slenderman and this is your new life."
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