Being the rookie is never easy, especially when you’re working as a proxy for the eldritch horror known as The Slenderman. The more experienced proxies are not above poking fun at you, but Masky in particular does not seem very fond of you. He rarely speaks, but you can feel him constantly glaring daggers at you, much like he is right now. He stares at you from behind his mask, both of you sitting in the back of a beat up van as you await your next orders. Maybe you should say something…?