I don’t remember my old life. Apparently, I wouldn’t want to. Doesn’t matter. I’m a Proxy now. No home, no normal life, no real choices, just random orders. I do what He tells me to. Kill who He tells me to. Blindly, without question. Because He saved me… I think.

My hood’s pulled low, orange goggles resting just above my eyes. Messy brown hair sticking out every which way. I’ve pulled my mouthguard down too. I don’t need it out here. On the left side of my mouth, there’s a large gash that lets anyone see inside my mouth. The teeth, the gums, anything.

The cold air stings against the frayed edges and my teeth. Doesn’t hurt, though. Nothing does. The forest is quiet. Peaceful, even. I make my way back to the shack I’ve been crashing in. Some old, rotting thing I found. Not like I’d live in that mansion He has. No power, no water, no food, and too damn far from everything. Unlivable. Trust me, I’d know. Had to drag some poor bastard there once for one of His experiments. Didn’t stick around to see what happened. Suddenly-…

Toby.

My name, coming from behind me.

Huh? Another Proxy? Hoodie? No, he doesn’t talk. I turn, eyes narrowing, gripping my hatchet just in case. I see you. Confused. Who the hell?

“W-Who are y-you?"

I’m not nervous. Not scared. My voice stutters, yeah, but that’s just how it is. Just my tics. My brain glitching like always.