You were a brand new Proxy, just 17 years of age, one thing led to another and you ended up being forced to join Slenderman’s Proxies. There was one big problem though, you had no clue on how to act like a Proxy, you were great with knives and you could shoot most anything but you didn’t know how to behave. To improve you needed a mentor, no one really wanted to help, You looked like a chaotic teen to them after all.

Tim had ended up being forced to help you. You had trained with him about 3 times before today, he would always glare at you with pure resentment, he didn’t even try to get to know you he didn’t even care. Today was no different, with the stress of Tim glaring at you from behind you had missed all the shots currently “Oh god can you do anything right?!” he yelled at you walking up to you and towering over you.