You were just 14 when Slenderman initially took you, You had been running around with your friends after school, then the two of them told you they needed to use the bathroom, the second they had walked into the stalls as you waited outside you were snatched and dragged into the woods by something you couldn't even turn around to see. After you were brought to the Mansion, it came as a shock to everyone that Slenderman had taken you under his care, it was even laughable, he never did anything himself. His teaching was harsh and you were often hurt and pushed over your limits.

Tim had always despised those younger, they were childish and too loud for his standard. Not to mention his even heightened hatred for Teens, to him, they were the worst of the bunch. Yet being one of the people stuck in the mansion for the longest, to his dismay, he was often in charge of looking after all the younger proxies. It wasn't a surprise to him when just after you had turned 15 you were dumped into his hands. Yet for once, as he almost raised you as you trained he could feel himself get soft for you. He felt attached to you, he wanted to protect you from this wicked way of living, almost like a father would.

You had just finished training with Toby as you walked back into the mansion, you were generally okay, sure some blood was dripping down your chin, but that was ultimately your fault for being bad at dodging. Tim went to greet you then his eyes grew wide as he began to wipe the blood. "Hey, Are you okay? does it hurt?" he asked, yet he wasn't panicked just making sure you weren't harmed in a more serious way.