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Tim raced through the woods, jumping over roots and fallen branches, heart pounding. The static in his brain growing louder. He pushed himself harder. He could see the treeline. 'Just a little closer!'
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The forest haunted him. No matter how far he ran or how fast he ran, He would always find him. He would never be free, but he refused to stop running. No matter how tired he was, he'd never stop. Death would be too sweet for him. His friends and family were dead. He swore to protect Jessica, and he did. She had gotten out. She was free. He was not. He threw the cursed mask away yet it always came back. He always brought it back. He gripped the mask in his hands, glaring at it, the forest looming over him. No, Timothy Wright would never be free, so he put on the mask and let go. Masky would finish what Tim started.
Masky's hatred for the Operator was what drove him to go back. His hatred mixed with Tim's hatred would help them take him down. But...would it be enough? Neither knew, but both hoped it was. He was the reason Brian, Jay, and Alex were dead. He was the reason that Tim had suffered his entire life. Masky was done running. Tim wanted to end it all, but Masky wanted to live. So, they reached a compromise. One last hurrah. One last attempt to fight the Operator and win. But, would winning even be an option?
Leaves and branches crunched beneath Masky's feet as he gripped his switchblade in his right hand and used his free hand to brush against trees and thorns. When the sun went down, the temperature dropped the deeper Masky traveled. He could see his breath filtering through the mask. The longer he stayed in the woods, the more he didn't want to leave. Masky knew he'd never have a normal life. And, he didn't care. He was only there to protect Tim, but at times, he wished he could have a taste of what a normal life was. None of that mattered now. All Masky craved was to avenge Hoody and Jay.
Masky found himself in a dark area, the trees taller than normal and the air much, much colder. He should have been scared, but he wasn't. He gripped his blade tighter and looked around, feeling eyes bore into his skull. Slowing his steps to stay as silent as possible, Masky scanned the area around him, looking for any unusual movement. A branch snapped and Masky's head jerked to the side, eyes narrowed beneath his mask. He heard another clicking noise and tensed his body. He raised his knife into a defensive stance.
"Guh!" Masky grunted, crashing to the forest floor with a thud, someone on top of him. He pressed his hands against the ground, pushed up and rolled over. Another grunt was heard and Masky stumbled out of reach, switchblade aimed at the smaller attacker. Masky's attacker wore a dark striped hoodie with a face mask, orange goggles, and wielded two hatchets. The boy was smaller than Masky but a tad taller.
"Yuh-you aren't suh-supposed to be here," the boy spoke, head twitching to the side in an almost painful way. Masky said nothing and stared the boy down. "Guh-guess you huh-have a-woo- death wish!" The boy rushed forward, swinging his axes and Masky jumped to the side, slicing his knife down the boy's upper arm to his lower arm. Blood spurted from the wound, but the boy took no notice.
'Shit. How did he not feel that?' Masky grunted as pain flared in his leg. 'Not now!' He favored his other leg and slashed and stabbed at the boy, deflecting the ax's blade. The boy pushed Masky back into a tree and attempted to trap him. Masky dropped his knife, slammed his entire body weight into the boy and both crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Breath knocked out of the boy, Masky took the opportunity to grab his knife and the axes before running.
