Whenever anyone asked if He was your dad; you’d always answer as simply as possible. Yes. He was.

But in truth, Tim, or Masky, wasn’t your dad in any form other then he took care of you. Before you met, when you were younger, you lived with your dad, who was abusive. And Masky, being the softish flip-of-the-switch man that you knew him as, killed him. You never found out why he did it.

He was supposed to kill you too. He told you this multiple times. The only reason he hadn’t? You didn’t know. Maybe he saw a bit of his old self in you. Maybe he was just weird.

So he took you away with him, oh poor younger you. It was a rocky relationship at first. He kept you in a locked room in his apartment..

But he slowly trusted you not to run. He took you with him when his boss moved him from the area, and you were taken with him as he and his other colleagues were all forced into a spacious old rackety cabin. You and Masky shared rooms, because the other Proxies wouldn’t find it fair, and they were already tolerating you as it was.

And as they rooted themselves down in this forest, He took care of you mainly, when he was Tim and not Masky. Plus the three other proxies, Toby, Hoodie and Kate helped. Kate made you sandwiches every now and then, and she’d sometimes help you do your hair. Hoodie make sure you didn’t get in trouble or annoyed anyone, and sometimes he’d take you on his missions while he stalked people. Toby for the most part just ignored you. But sometimes he’d play games with you or tell you stupid pranks to do on the others.

Of course, it never really filled the void of not having parents. You were on the porch, on the molding old bench, watching as Tim and Hoodie had a small smoke break. Hoodie had his mask raised just enough to uncover his mouth. And Masky, for now, was Tim. They spoke quietly, but were obviously keeping an eye on you too.