Timothy, Child...

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        "Sit down children. It is time to eat." I called out. The table began to fill up. One seat was still empty. Giving a glance around the table I realized my best proxy, Masky, was missing. 

        "Toby go get Masky." 

        "Bu-" Toby stopped when he saw my cold expression. (hee hee cause yeah okay) Toby stomped upstairs. 

        "MASKY!" he yelled at the door. No reply came.

        "Well. I tried." He bounded down the stairs towards his plate of waffles. 

        "Toby." I warned. Toby let out a frustrated sigh and went back to Masky's door. 

        "Get up! Breakfast is ready!"

        "What? Who's there? What's going on? Where am I?" Masky said through the door. Poor child. Probably had a nightmare and woke up scared and confused. 

        "Just come downstairs." Toby growled.  Masky would want a sparkling water to jog his memory. It always seemed to help. 

        When I returned to the dining room Masky was staring at the other pastas at the table. Fear was in his eyes. This must have been one bad dream.

        "B-brian? Wh-what's going on?" The other proxy looked up from his food when his old name was said. He looked at me as we realized what was going on. This was not masky, this was Tim Wright. Tim followed Hoodie's gaze.

        "Get away!" he yelled stumbling back.

        "Masky chill." Jeff laughed.

        "Shut up you smiling freak! That's not even my name!"

        "Timothy, child, breathe."

        "Wh-what? I'm NOT your child. I want NOTHING to do with you. You took everything from me. A normal life, my sanity, Jay!" I took a deep breath.        

        "That was your old life. Now you are a proxy."

        "WHAT! WHAT THE HELL IS A PROXY!"

        "You work for Slender." Hoodie said placing a hand on Tim's shoulder.

        "Who's slender!"

        "Children. Let's continue this later. For now we eat." Tim shakily sat down. He was too surprised and scared to disobey.        

         A terrible smell filled the room as Eyeless Jack ripped into a kidney. Tim began gagging. I sighed. This was going to be a "fun" ride.

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