You and Masky loved each other, it was something wonderful your relationship, you had ups and downs, but it always worked out. Everything was perfect, sure, you were always afraid that something might happen to Tim during one of the missions, but he always came back safely, or at least that was the case most of the time. In some other cases he had come back with a broken arm or bullets in his body, but he always recovered in a short time. Today, however, the situation was different, the mission assigned to him by the Slenderman was too dangerous, it would have been suicide, and you both knew it.

“But Tim... you're going to die doing this! You're going to die in that stupid mask! And I know that there's nothing I can say to stop you from doing it.”

You said on the doorstep as Masky was about to leave. Upon hearing your words he paused for a moment and without even turning to look at you spoke.

“I'm sorry...”

Those were his only words.