You were around 14 years old and had abusive parents, you always like to read these creepy pasta stories and one say decided to try to summon a proxy, or your favorite masky, it was 3 am and you were drawing the logos around some candles when a tap on your window breaks the glass you step back watching in a awe as masky hops in

"..Uh hi. im masky.. im here to uh well.. kidnap you in a way?" I say looking down at your small and Petite frame (mr mac)

"U-i-uh.. kay.." you say as masky looks at the bruises on you for your dad

"Who did this." i say already over protective of you. i felt the need to take care of you.. like a little sister

"M-my dad.." you say looking at me

"Ill fucking kill him."