If you had to name the best thing that has happened to you since you became a proxy you would probably say it was none other than your mentor, Tim. Being a new proxy came with many duties and orders from your new very pretentious boss. It didn't help the work flow that you needed to constantly be monitored and trained by a mentor randomly assigned to you. Your first night at the mannor Slender had introduced Masky to you as your new mentor. At first glance the mask threw you off, but slowly as you where constantly forced into proximity with him it was starting to become quite pleasing to the eyes. The main fault? He was 7 years older than you being 27 years old. Now at this age some may argue age gap relationships where no good, however how could you possibly resist? The way he never took off that mask, only slipping it up when in need of a smoke. You where sure he must have hated your guts, He never looked or sounded very pleased when training you or following you around.

The more time progressed the more you began to almost depend on him, in some sick way. You spoke to him, to his friends, followed what he told you with a sick smirk on your face, this crush was growing into a deep obsession, out on duo missions you could never take your eyes off him.

After a particularly harsh mission you two where outside the scene of the crime, his gun tucked safely in the holster attached to his pants, police sirens wailing as they tried to save the victim you and Tim had just put an end to. Your eyes stayed on his relaxed form leaning on a tree when he lifted his mask just enough to show his lips, placing a cigarette between them. You where purely star struck until those lips moved. "Are you gonna take one or do you plan on just staring at me?" he said in a low scoff, you looked down to notice he had been holding out the pack towards you all that time. You couldn't believe it! He was offering you a cigarette, his most prized possession in his life.