P r o x y S c e n a r i o s

Seeing each other again

Masky:

As expected Aunt Audry wasn't too pleased with me. She sat me down and gave me a long lecture on how to act mature and what not. When she realized I couldn't care less about her lectures she dragged me up by the hood of my hoodie and pushed me out of the house.

"Get me my favorite shampoo, I'm running out," she asked or more like demanded, cigarette in hand. My facial expression twisted into one of annoyance as I rubbed my sore neck. When she was about to close the door I called out;

"Wait! Aunt Audry what about the money-" Too late. She slammed the door in my face before I could ask for money. My right eye twitched in annoyance as I yanked on my hair in frustration. I started to walk in the direction of the store but not before giving her house the middle finger, directed towards her.

When I got to the store I leaned against the hard wall, searching my pockets for some change. Surprise Surprise I didn't have enough for her expensive strawberry shampoo. I stayed still for a moment, taking the time to calm myself down. I breathed in and out enjoying the Autumn morning air. I need a fucking job if Aunt Audry wants me to do all this stuff for her. How does she expect me to take care of her if I don't have a good source of income? I started biting my nails as I became more lost in thought. An old habit I really need to drop. 

"Careful there, wouldn't want your fingers to start bleeding" I looked to the side quickly for the source of the sudden voice to see a guy lighting a cigarette. The first thing I noticed about him had to be his sideburns, they were cool looking.

"Hm, maybe I'm just hungry," I said indifferently to which he gave a small chuckle. I know who this guy is, I'd be stupid not to recognize him. He was the one who helped me pick up my pills. We stood in awkward silence for a few moments before he spoke up quietly.

"My names Tim by the way," he said glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"(Y/N)" I replied "Thanks again for helping me yesterday," I said, shoving my hands into my pockets awkwardly. He turned to look at me fully, his face held an obvious look surprise. Clearly, he didn't think I recognized him. After a minute of him staring me down, he gave a small crooked smile.

"No problem, (Y/N)" 

Hoodie:

The swings creaked as I swung back and forth, my hair blowing gently in the wind as I swung. The air was frosty and my breath came out in little clouds, I watched as they dissolved in front of me with each breath. My gloved hands swiped at the air in front of me as if I was trying to catch the little clouds. It wasn't that I wanted to be out here when it was this cold but my dad had his friends over again. I hate them, they're so loud and rude. It's more peaceful out here where I can be by myself and the only sounds are the creaking of the old swing set and the distant sound of cars passing on the freeway. I feel calm here. It's the only place where I can actually think straight. I stopped swinging and leaned my head against the frosty chain that attached its self to the rusty bar above.

 I sighed through my nose, thinking about my mom. I miss her a lot but I guess if she's happy now I'll have to live with it. Just as I was about to bash myself emotionally for her leaving I felt the swing next to me creak and moan, indicating that someone had sat down on it. I didn't look right away in fear it was one of the girls from the other day. After a moment of painful silence, I glanced at the person from the corner of my eye to see a mustard yellow hoodie. Wait, I recognized that hoodie!

I turned my head fully to look him, It was the guy who helped me get my inhaler. He turned his head towards me once he sensed my eyes on him. After a moment of blankly staring at his cloth mask, I raised my hand and gave him a small wave. After a few more minutes of him staring at me, he lifted his hand and gave me the same wave back. I gave him a shy smile and looked forward, swinging slightly again.

"My names Hoodie," He said abruptly, causing me to stop swinging to look at him. He sat stiffly and didn't look at me.

"I'm (Y/N)" I spoke softly. I watched as he turned his head to me and gave me a curt nod.

And that's how I spent my evening, swinging with Hoodie in the park.

Ticci Toby:

The was something eating away at my brain and it was pissing me off. Ever since that night I encountered that weird boy I couldn't get him out of my mind. Don't get the wrong idea he just seems really familiar but I can't really place him. The way he twitched reminded me of someone I once knew when I was younger. It couldn't be who I thought it was though, he died. I remember crying hysterically as his house burned down. I saw him get consumed by flames in that forest. I had endured years of therapy and drug use to find out he could actually be alive. At first, when I realized this I was furious. How could he leave like that? he knew he was very dear to me and he just left. Then after a while of getting high, I just couldn't find myself to be angry anymore. He needed an escape and I guess if it meant leaving me behind, I can forgive him. 

I pondered all this as I sat on a park bench sipping my cheap coffee. I don't have anywhere to sleep tonight. I sighed and slouched over, My life is going to shit lately I thought sadly. I mindlessly stared off into the woods across from me, following patterns on random leaves and winding tree trunks. As I was drawing a picture on a tree with my eyes a figure came into view causing me to slightly widen my eyes in surprise. The figure suddenly locked eyes with me making me look down at my coffee quickly. Shit, it was Toby. I expected him to walk the other way but I was proved wrong by the sound of gravel crunching under shoes, as he headed in my direction. Well, fu-

"H-hey (Y/N)" He said sitting beside me, looking off into the distance. Holy shit, I didn't think he actually remembered me. I panicked and just replied to calmest I could.

"Hey T-toby" I stuttered looking anywhere else but him. Damn, I forgot how to people. Especially talking to someone whos supposed to be dead! how the hell do I react? He didn't say anything else but he had a small smile on his face as he relaxed beside me. Damn, I missed him... I forgot about my internal dilemma and just enjoyed the fact that my best friend is fucking alive.

(Hello everyone- Thanks for reading! I'll have more chapters soon. I'm currently working on them, see ya soon- Your friendly neighborhood weirdo)