It was dead silent. Arch had asked the question that everyone hoped he wouldn't. Why they were in the old, abandoned warehouse.

The warehouse to Legend, Fable, Myth, Fairytale, and Belief, did not look like a run-of-the-mill warehouse. Instead, it looked like a home. A home with bedrooms and places to eat. A home where they could relax and plan extraordinary things. It was a home that was like any other, except it wasn't. It was disguised as the old warehouse, hidden from those that did not know of its existence. Only a dozen people knew of it and half of them were dead.

"Are you just gonna keeps staring at me, or what?" Arch asked.

"U-uh," Legend stammered. "Oh, uh. We like it here?" It came out as a question.

"Why?"

"That's not important," Legend responded.

"Wait." Myth held her hand up and exclaimed, "Your Arch! The most popular and reckless boy in school. I have social studies with you."

"And......You're Myth. By the way, what are your names?" Arch responded.

"I'm Fable, that's Myth, as you know, Fairytale, and Legend." Fable said, pointing to each person respectively.

"You all have weird names." Arch decided.

"Says the one named Arch." Myth retorted.

"Hey!" Arch had his hands over his heart and was being overly dramatic. 

"That's weird," Fairytale commented.

"Anyway." Arch brushed him off. "I'm, uh, just gonna go now."

"Don't come back," Fairytale told him.

"Wasn't planning on it," Arch answered over his shoulder.

With that final note, Arch left the warehouse and went on his way. The next day, they all went to school and as time went on, they slowly forgot about meeting Arch. Though, it was always in the back of their minds, lingering there, until the day everything was set in motion. That day was barreling towards them and as Belief knew could destroy the whole world.