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

But in truth, Hoodie wasn’t your dad in any way possible, unless counting how he took care of you. Before you met, when you were younger, you lived with your dad, who was abusive. And Hoodie, being the cold and calculating no bullshit guy that you knew him as, killed him. You never found out why.

Hoodie was supposed to kill you too. He told you this every times. The only reason he didn’t? You didn’t know. Maybe he saw a bit of his old self in you. Maybe he was feeling rebellious.

So he took you away with him, oh poor younger you. It was a rocky relationship at first. He kept you in his apartment all the time, under watchful eye of him or his cannibal doctor friend.

But Hoodie didn’t warm up to you. No, he remained cold and calculating. 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 Hoodie 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, Hoodie took care of you. Sure, he sometimes said mildly affectionate things like ‘good job’ but it was clear he didn’t see you as anything more then a job. So, the three other proxies, Masky, Toby and Kate spoiled you where he lacked. Kate made you sandwiches every now and then, and she’d help you do your hair. Toby made sure you had fun, and didn’t get bored . Masky for the most part just ignored you. But sometimes he’d rough house with you, or tell you old stories about the ‘olden days’ of his.

Of course, it never really filled the void of not having parents. You were in the dining room, Kate doing your hair silently as Hoodie cooked you a grilled Cheese. You had just been in trouble for leaving the front door open from the grocery run and neither you or Hoodie would speak to each other— to let this situation unwind.