My name is Masky.

No, that isn't my real name, but it is what you will call me. I haven't been called by any other name since I've become a proxy for the Operator.



Growing up, getting along with other children was a challenge due to my mental disorder. I suffer from schizophrenia. Severe headaches, occasional blackouts, hallucinations of a tall suited monster............  But those were not hallucinations....... for the Operator has been haunting me since childhood.



I work with my only friend, Hoodie. The person I dragged into this mess. We are proxies, slaves, servants... 

The Operator could get into our minds..

The Operator holds the strings that cover one's body..

He has control over our will..

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Where are my pills?

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I need my pills.

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The pills keep him out of my mind.

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But they never last permanently..

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Ýöú ærê brókêñ



Ÿøù çåñnöť bê fîxéð









All I ever wanted was for Alex to pay! I wanted him to pa-.....





T-the Operator is t-the only one y-you can trust. Y-you are a pitiful child of m-meat. 

Y-you would be worthless without The Operator.





No. No no no no no no no no no No No No No No No No! No! No! No! No! No! NO! NO! NO! NO!

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!

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As for the jobs that the Operator makes us do..





He makes us murder.





He makes us take the lives of innocent souls.

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I w-would be worthless without h-him.

















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