(This is the creepypasta version of Masky, not the full Marble Hornets Masky version, I'll make the canon version srry but have fun :3)

It was 10:37 PM at night. Masky/Tim was leaning against a tree with his arms over his chest, standing there silently, being emotionless just like his white emotionless mask that he mostly wears, looking down at the ground as the mood light cuts through a bit from the tree's, full of leaves, branches

He was deep into a forest by himself, just minding his own business and maybe overthinking about something stupid or depressing, something like that idk