Masky's POV
I walked into the living room to find a boy had fallen asleep the couch. I just assumed he was the new proxy, he looked child like but I knew he had to be older. He had dark chocolate brown hair and light pale skin. He wore a black sweater with scorch marks all over it. He constantly shook in his sleep as if he were having a nightmare. Then he just shot up breathing heavily. "Hey are you okay?" I ask sitting on the couch next to him. He curled up into a ball shaking in fear. I took off my mask placing it on the table in front of us. "T-to answer you're question I'm not okay, I don't even know where I am all I know is I'm scared and I wanna go home," he stuttered. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, I took off my yellow jacket placing it on him putting an arm around his shoulder pulling him closer. "I know how you feel, I was in the same situation you were in; scared, alone, and no place to call home. But things do get better trust me they do," I told him. By now he was in tears"I'm s-sorry I m-must sound like a t-tw-twitching idiot,". I smiled wiping the tears off of his face. The boy sat up "I'm Toby,". He said his name ever so cheerfully. "I'm Tim," I replied. "Well Timothy I can tell we're going to be great friend!" he said sarcastically but seriously at the same time. I smiled at the idea of a friend. And I also like the idea of boy friend.
