MASKY'S P.O.V.
EJ asked me to watch Joe for him since (Y/n) was kidnapped, he believes Joe will be their next target. I was standing there at the window that leads into his bedroom with Toby standing at the back door. Before Toby and I walked around back I set a trip wire up at the front door. It was there in case someone tried to go into the house through the front. Later at night I heard the window I was standing next to open slightly.
"Is your name Masky? Or Toby?" I was slightly offended when the boy that had opened the window I was standing next to said 'Or Toby?'.
"I'm Masky, real name is Timothy Sutton. I'm guessing you are Joe?" He nodded in response to me, "Okay well over there at the back door is Toby. Neither of us want to hurt you or let you get hurt."
"Okay that's nice to know thank you, should I call you Tim or Masky?"He asked me with a very confused tone in his voice.
"Call me Tim, only my friends call me that." Joe smiled at me in response.
"So I'm classified as a friend? If so that's awesome. I'll finally have cool friends, well actually friends in general." I was paying complete attention to Joe, I actually felt a little sad when he said 'friends in general'.
"Well, I'm glad to be one of your friends. Well you should go to bed Joe. We will need your help in the morning. Just saying you will be attending half the day of school. I'll be walking you there and back," I was looking him dead in the eyes as I said this, "No one will be able to hurt you or take you like your sister."
"Thanks again Tim." I nodded and turned back to watching the woods after he went back to his bed and laid back down. Looking over towards Toby I noticed him in a tense position with his hatchets. I whistled high and sharply to get his attention. As Toby looked over at me I heard it, the trip wire letting off a firework. Toby and I had a mutual look as he ran around the house towards the front. I quickly leapt into Joe's room through the window he left open. Shutting and locking the window after I got in, I walked quietly towards his bedroom door. Joe was twitching and fidgeting in his sleep very violently. It seemed he was having a nightmare, or terror whatever you call them. He was also mumbling something under his breath. It seemed to sound like a girl's name, but I couldn't tell what it was. Glass shattering brought me back to alertness. Slightly opening the door to Joe's room I peaked out. MY heightened sense of slight allowed me to see in the darkness. There was 5 men in the living room walking towards the room I was standing in. Seeing Toby leap in the window to the living room, that they shattered to get in, I quietly shut the door to the room and pulled out my gun. The 9-millimeter handgun I always carry had a full clip in. Knowing Toby would be able to kill at least 3 before the rest got to the door I cocked the gun and lightly sat on the end of Joe's bed waiting. The door opened to reveal a tall, about 28 year old man with dark skin and black hair in a crewcut. He threw a bladed weapon of some sort at me but it grazed the top of my ear and hit the wall. Luckily for this family I had a silencer on my gun. I shot him in-between the eyes, kill shot.
Toby walked in when the mans body fell lifelessly to the floor, his hatchets as bloody as ever.
"W-what are w-we going t-to do with t-the b-bodies?" Toby asked stuttering slightly. Resisting the urge to tease him about it I just shrugged. Toby huffed and dragged the bodies outside to the woods to burn. Typical of Toby, can't just leave them in the woods no he just has to burn them. Him and that damn fire of his... Anyways I started cleaning up the blood that spilled out of the corpses. Seeing a couple of organs laying on the ground, after Toby hacked up the people, I threw them in a plastic bowl and put a lid on them then throwing them in the fridge. Heading back to cleaning up the blood Toby threw chemicals at me to use. Glaring at him I got down on my knees and started scrubbing the floor with him in pursuit. As we were scrubbing the floor a scream erupted from Joe's room. We threw our cleaning utensils and ran to his room. There sitting on his bed was Sally Williams, she probably scared the shit out of him. The green eyes of the two were brighter than fire in the dark room.
"Joey Dayne Williams, my twin brother." Sally just sat there on his bed looking at him. His body relaxed slightly and he stared at me.
"What does she mean? Tim, how is she my sister, my twin sister was killed two years ago." Joe looked me dead in the eyes as he said this.
"Well Joe the thing is...she died two years ago and we lost track of her brother. Only she can recognize him. Not us." All he did in response was stare at Sally. She was transparent like a ghost. Joe must have seen it, his face changed from a scared, confused face to a happy confused face. Laughing lightly to myself I walked back out and finished the floors. By the time it was for Joe to wake up for school Toby had gone home with Sally. As Joe woke up and got dressed he went to his sister's room to talk as his normal morning routine would include. Her empty room seemed to sadden him. I was standing in the kitchen waiting for him as both his parents came down the stairs to see him before they went to work. Joe, of course, was in the kitchen talking to me.
"Joe, dear," his mother called from the living room.
"In the kitchen!" Joe yelled as a response. His father just walked out into the garage and left for work. His mother though walked into the kitchen and must have had a heart attack because of me.
"Joe...Who is this?" His mother had a shaky, unsteady voice.
"This is Tim. He's a friend of (Y/n). He's here to help me look for her." He said gesturing towards me gaining a little wave.
"What do you mean by look for her?" She seemed alarmed by now.
"(Y/n) was kidnapped, but of course you didn't care when I tried to tell you and dad last night." He seemed slightly annoyed by this. All his mother did was give and 'O' face. As she walked up to Joe to give him a hug and a kiss on the forehead she just stared at me.
"Tim, it's Tim right? Anyways in this house you do not wear a mask unless it's Halloween. So I have to ask you to take the mask off." She said this a little sternly at me. Sighing slightly annoyed I lifted my mask off and set it off to the side of the counter.
"It's actually Timothy Sutton," the mother just gasped and put her hands over her mouth, stepping back slightly.
"Oh my, Timothy Patrick Sutton...(Y/n)'s blood brother." Joe and I just looked very confused at her.
"(Y/n) isn't my real child. She was adopted, like you Joe just you remember it not her. She was from the Portland, Oregon orphanage. She was only a baby, her parents gave her up but kept their son, Timothy. Her real name is (Y/n) (M/n) Sutton. It is her birth name too. How did you find her? They said she wouldn't be able to be found after the abuse and molestation charges put on your father."
I wasn't able to take in all this new information. I had a sister...and she is dating Eyeless Jack, at least it isn't Toby Andrew Rogers. "Wait...I have a sister? Does she know?" The mother nodded a no.
"She doesn't know at all. I don't have the heart to tell her since she thinks she's my blood daughter," I just nodded at her, "Please will you tell her for me, since you are her brother. Oh, look at the time I must go to work. Be safe Joe, and Tim." I just nodded. She kissed the top of Joe's head and hugged him along with me. She walked out to the garage and I heard her drive away to work. Joe just looked at me and I under stood what he meant by that, I have to take him to school. We walked outside after he grabbed his bag and walked away in the direction of his school.
~~For those of you who say Masky's name is Timothy Wright I am going by what the Youtuber Puppet Strings says since it seems correct and she has proof to back it up. The video I got the name and other things soon to be in the story is from the video down below. 10 Facts About the THREE PROXIES!~~
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