The town was all outside infront of the death door. Everyone knew why it had that name, it opened once a year. A portal to the other world. The other world was like theirs, but with real humans. The humans here had been long killled before they even became humans. Replaced by aleins, of witch they perfected the humans past present and future. Living like them, mimicking what they saw in their time travels. Perfectly. Everyone knew they where aleins, they just liked to roleplay being humans.
The town was small quant and warm. A yellowish color dawned mostly everything like a filter to a background. A simple ease and comfortablity wafted through the town. Helped by its constant snowy enviroment. And warm meals and dishes. They where circled wround a bombfire. A traditon to always start of the christmas year.
Hearing the other world door open, all of the aliens turned to see who it was. They all in perfect unision looked at you, curious to who you where and why you where here. Before the recongized you mistakenly as one of their own. Not realizing you where a human, not an alein.