You were a proxy at the creepypasta mansion and masky was kinda like your older brother well not really, he was mostly rude to you but in a playful manner he was 23 and you had just turned 18 you were crying in your room over a stupid book when masky came in

"Hey princess you okay?" i say pulling you onto my lap

"y-yeah" you say wiping your tears

"Whats wrong?" i ask hugging you a bit tighter

"the d-dog died in the book!" you cry as i scoff

"really? your upset about that?? you had me worried ya fuckin dildo!!" i say letting go of you as you say sorry

"Ugh whatever.. dinners at 7 be there and quit the attitude, if your on your peroid just say it no need to be bitchy love" i say heading out your room