Proxies are Still People- A Masky x Hoodie story (Rewrite)

Chapter 3

Masky had gotten a lot of distance away from where the others had been. He didn't care what would happen, he just wanted to run away from all of this.

A static sound suddenly sounded and a tall faceless figure appeared before Masky, making him stop in his tracks.

"Where do you think you are going, Timothy?" The figure asked, telepathically.

Masky glared up at the figure, "Anywhere. I don't fucking care anymore. You can take your white ass and go back to wherever the fuck you were before you started chasing after me because I don't want to deal with your bullshit right now!" He growled and walked past him.

The operator chuckled, darkly, "I do not recall dismissing you."

He reached out a hand that somehow caused Masky to stop moving.

"In fact. I have a job for you."

Masky tried to get himself to move, "I don't want to do any of your damned jobs!"

Another chuckle, "Do you really think you have a choice?"

He cocked a finger which made Masky start to cough. Masky gasped and clutched his throat as he coughed. The operator cocked two more fingers. One causing Masky to shake violently, the other causing him to fall to the ground. Masky knew exactly what was happening, but again, he actually didn't care. He didn't even care if the operator killed him, honestly he's been waiting for it for years. The Slenderman cocked his last two fingers, well, finger and thumb if people want to get specific, which intern sent Masky into a full seizure. As Masky thrashed around his mask fell off of his face.

"Stop!" Hoodie ran up.

The operator reached out his other hand stopping him in his tracks. Hoodie froze in place, barely blinking under his mask.

"Such a model proxy. You always have been. Thank you, Hoodie," the Slenderman closed the hand he was using to control Tim.

This caused him to go into the trance-like murderous state the Slenderman wanted him in. Tim was still for a moment before slowly sitting up. If the operator could smile he would be at that moment, he released Hoodie then. Hoodie used it as his chance to run up to Tim and kneeled beside him, placing his hands on his shoulders, "T-Tim! Tim can you hear me?!"

"Interesting," the operator muttered.

"Timothy, there has been a change in my plans for you. Brian, this information is for you as well. I'll have Jeffery go and deal with Zalgo's agent instead."

He snapped his fingers removing Tim from his state. Hoodie caught him and held him from falling over.

"T-Tim?"

"Interesting indeed," the Slenderman muttered to himself.

"Brian, if Timothy so wishes to leave, give him that medication you have in your dresser. You know the ones. The ones without a label. Timothy, besure to take them if you never want to see any of us again," The faceless figure was sure to stress the word any.

"I shall leave you two to your farewells now."

"Why are you letting him leave?!" Hoodie yelled out in surprise, "After that! After everything?!" His voice was rising with anger. He currently didn't care that he was nearly screaming at the reason he was resurrected.

The Slenderman chuckled, "I saw the incident behind the Manor. He made you remember."

"No! Ablaze was-"

"No, Kellie just helped you along," with that the Slenderman teleported away and the static sound faded.

Hoodie looked at Tim, "A-are you okay?"