I have two jobs, keep Timothy Wright alive, and serve my Operator. To each it's own smaller tasks and chores that roll along with them, but I digress. However something else has popped up and unlike most tasks, it hasn't gone away and has seemingly gotten worse. Masky had never ever even once thought about things with anyone romantically. It's just not something you two between keeping your body alive and serving a demonic iving flailing arm inflatable tube man.
But now someone has crashed into the picture and went from someone that was pleasent to associate with to now someone that needed more than friendship from him. He wasn't sure how he should feel about something like that. Flattered? Maybe. It's nice to know he's seen in such a pleasent light. It was also difficult.
Not only did he have to continue with his daily life of servatude, but now he had them running rampant in his mind. Did he feel the same? If he did wouldn't he have jumped for joy when they confessed? Frankly they were nothing more than a blurry face, everyone was. At least until now..
Their face haunting his mind like it was burned there. His heart twisted and churned at the thought of them and yet, was this really love? They were friends, nothing more. Sure they had crossed that boundary a few times but doesn't everyone at some point?
They had been drug when they first said it, yet now, sober, they continue. Why? Why would they search for it in him? When he thought about it logically it was a stupid idea for them to want an answer. It would have to be no. Right? There is no time for anything meaningful, his schedule was full with enough tragedies and reports. Why try to include the worst tragedy of all?
His was a Proxy, first and foremost as long as he didn't have an episode. Being a Proxy meant when you were summoned, you had to drop everything and return to your Operator. A man like him had no free-will in the matter, others maybe, but he was hand crafted to Protect himself and Obey. He was thankful nothing had yet to come up on the matter he'd have to choose between the two duties.
His being human wasn't common knowledge, but it wasn't secret either unless he would journey to the UnderRealm. Only those that pressed enough, or could smell the difference could see how obvious it was that he wasn't like his counter part. He had hardly changed since his last uploaded video, only he was now himself instead of Tim. And both parties were subconsciously fine with this.
Were they?
Again, they wormed into his thoughts. They had to be fine with the notion, they had watched over both of them knowing that they were each other. But were they okay with it? Another issue. Did they like him, or did she prefer Tim? If they enjoyed Tim more the issue would be resolver rather fast and they would only have to wait until Masky's use was over. It's not insured but, it was expected that once Masky had served his use, his job would be to souly focus on Tim. Would they do that for him?
It would be a shame if they likes Masky over Tim, after all Masky is only temporary. A placement holder, or rather the packaging that protects Tim. Once you no longer need it, it will be trashed. Of course when Slender leaves him alone perminately, eventually his world will fall silent from its static, and he will fall back into Tim. Or even sooner if he takes his medication.
Then Tim will be taken to the doctors after being gone for so many years, have his own news story perhaps. The man who seemingly didn't age after being gone in the woods for X amount of years recalls nothing. Slender would probably remove most of his memories. At least concerning the others, maybe not himself since he enjoys being looked at with fear. For the safety of the Pasta's, no one knows we truly exist.
But they found out.
Because someone let them in and literally opened the door for them for no reason at all other than friendship. Masky was curious on how that little fit went down, but now was not the time to think about that. Or them for that matter.
"What?"
He looked up from his thoughts and glanced over. Of course they would be here, right now, at this location and point in time.
"What do you need?"
His voice was its normal bland sound with little emotion of curiosity and annoyance flickering through. Theirs was purely joy and curiousity.
"You were talking to your self, I guess."
He tilted his head, pretending to be confused rather than flustered. Another moment to be thankful he wore a mask.
"That so? I'll work on it."
Maybe.
"No, I find it cute when you talk to yourself."
...
Now he definitely had to work on it. The only logical thing to do at this point, for their sake, was shove them away and anything likeable they find will be removed. It's for the best.
