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Creepypasta Mental Illness Headcanons

MASSIVE TW: TALKS OF MENTAL ILLNESS, SELF HARM, AND UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS. PLEASE CONTINUE WITH CAUTION, OR IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD HEADSPACE, PLEASE IGNORE.

Tim/Masky

Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Schizophrenia, Substance Depenency Disorder

I've said this before, and I will say this again: Tim is a whole different person from Masky. Tim is someone who I believe is more fearful and is prone to being sheepish until he blows up in anger. Masky on the other hand is a Protector, who shields them from pain and takes most of the blows. Tim has reason to fight for his freedom from Slender, and has even gone to great lengths to hide his identity from people to protect them against The Operator. Masky believes that in order to keep them safe, she must do what Slender says. She takes great pride in being part of the top 3 and being someone to rely on. She also takes pride in caring for the mansion and the people around her.

They both must have a pattern, or else everything and everyone they know will be on the verge of death. That is what happened in Marble Hornets, that is what happened in their childhood, that is what will happen now. This is also why they are addicted to Marijuana and prescription medication. However, it is for different reasons. Tim is addicted to prescription medication due to never wanting The Operator to have control over his life again. Masky is addicted to Marijuana due to the anger issues she feels deep inside, and has found that is the only way for her to think rationally.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Brian/Hoodie

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Schizophrenia, Social Anxiety Disorder, Insomnia, Amnesia

Much like Tim/Masky, Brain/Hoodie has to have a pattern so no one will die. This is also why he started the ToTheArk channel during Marble Hornets, to warn them before it was too late due to Jay. He takes great pride in being anonymous, it's almost like he's playing God. He can control who will live, and who will die just by his routine. Obviously, there's more to it. But not in his mind. Never in his mind.

He also has a lot of social anxiety, due to Marble Hornets. This gives him ample sleepless nights where he has nightmares of his past. He can't remember them when he wakes up, but it destroys him inside. He has no memory of his childhood due to it as well. When the Slender Sickness took over his mind, he lost a lot of memories. The only person in his life he remembers vividly is Tim. Everyone else he feels is part of a simulation, they are there but they have no personality. He can't understand why he can't form connections with others. He just knows they're out to get him.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Kate the Chaser

Social Anxiety Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Schizophrenia, Insomnia, Amnesia

The things that keep Kate up at night from her past is haunting. She remembers bits and pieces, but most importantly her sister and the screams of the people she held dear. The windows, the doors, everything. She must check them all night long. She keeps herself in the dark so she can no longer feel the pain. She keeps herself secluded because of all of it, doing the same routine so no one else suffers how she did.

This leads to her taking longer to complete missions, forgetting people close to her, and suffering a lot of trauma because of it. To the point she sometimes forgets who she is at all. All she knows is that if Slender gets too close to others, she will be at fault. To her, it's all her fault. She can't separate herself from the monster in her mind, the monster under the bed, and even the monster in the forest. Although like Tim she has run multiple times to live a normal life, it all becomes ruined. She'd rather protect the world than try to do things for herself. She can't handle the pressure, and has a lot of self injurious scars to show it. She'd never say it though. She can't.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Rouge

Kleptomania, Schizophrenia, Prolonged Grief Disorder (PGD), Insomnia, Amnesia

She is in a constant state of panic and grief, she has lost so many children and she has suffered in ways that no one should. Due to this, she keeps her distance, and suffers from serious self injury and dark thoughts. Even though she doesn't realize it. She doesn't even know she does anything of the sort. She'll wake up to bloody sheets and people crying, but has no idea why. The dark thoughts just merge with her own, she can't even remember when they started. People try to help her, but she doesn't even realize she needs help.

Due to being in the woods, she has grown a hoarding mentality. She takes things from convince stores, grocery, even things she doesn't really want or need. The idea of getting caught is so foreign to her that she just never notices the people yelling at her to put it back. It even got to a point where cabin mates were locking their things and hiding it in ditches. She just thinks of how she can survive, and how she wants to live normally. Keeping these things will give her a joy for a little while, and even though it's short lived, she'd rather that then suffering anymore.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Nurse Ann

Antisocial Personailty Disorder (ASPD), Insomnia, Amnesia, Kleptomania, Schizophrenia

This girl is as standoff-ish as they come, often getting into fights with other housemates or simply having a cold demeanor. As a child she had conduct issues, which seemed to go away in her teens, only to return after her passing in her 20s. She had struggled with making genuine emotional ties with people, and even sought to make friendships more like partnerships due to the extent of her conduct issues. When she had fallen in love with the doctor at the local hospital she worked at, it was the first time she had even let someone into her life at that point. She had even removed her family from her life. But the doctor wasn't as good as he seemed, and how she is just as standoffish as before.

Like with Rouge, she has a hoarding mentality. She feels as if she has to take and take and take in order to survive due to her rapid decay of her body. She mostly takes first aid supplies and sewing needles and thread. Sometimes though she'll take things just to do something nice for herself.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Observer

Kleptomania, Antisocial Personailty Disorder (ASPD), Insomnia, Amnesia, Schizophrenia

I feel like this guy has the mind of 10 Einsteins. He's extremely calculated and has analyzed every situation in his head before it happens. Because of this, he doesn't really get along with a lot of people, but can convince them he does. It's all an act, he plays the part well, and he'll have you thinking how he does soon enough. He's very good at persuasion and will weave the conversation into ways he wants very easily. It's how he survived for this long, even before the events of TribeTwelve.

This is also why he gets away with a lot of shit. He steals quite often, and although part of him feels bad, he always thinks if it was really a problem people would catch him. He's so delusional he doesn't know people catch him all the time and just take it back. He struggles a lot with sleep, always has, ever since he was young. It causes him to have moments during the day where he legit just passes the hell out. Straight up. He'll faint and be gone for a couple hours only to come back and act like nothing has happened.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Kevin

Schizophrenia, Insomnia, Amnesia, Trichotillomania, Dysthymia, Anxiety Disorder

Poor Kevin. All he wanted to do was go to school, and now he's stuck in this Slender mess. He tries so hard to keep the little memories he has, but due to the Slender sickness it just escapes him. He can remember only his childhood, but the memories of his friends and older past fades so quickly.. He never remembers what he was doing or how he ended up here.

He just knows when he sleeps he's asleep for what feels like minutes, and when he's awake it feels like months. It makes him tear his hair out and picks his skin due to the stress. He struggles with body dismorphia and image issues due to the excessive picking and plucking. He does, however, try to get better. Even if it's while fighting the monster that has entered him.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

HABIT

Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Insomnia, Amnesia, Dysthymia, Hypersexuality, Schizophrenia

This guy is so disoriented and so in love with himself, everyone else is so stupid and merely a vessel for him to manipulate, use, and destroy. It's scratch your back you scratch mine, but in a much more sinister way. It's more like you scratch my back I run my claws against yours until you bleed. Doesn't mean he can't be compassionate. Sometimes a little too much. When he loves, he adores, but when he hates, he loathes. If you catch him in a good moment you can see he honestly does care and tries to help, even if he knows the outcome won't be in your favor. Honestly, he's doing them a service if you think about it.

Everyone should praise him for it. Everyone should worship him as much as he worships himself. He's the only one with the cure to your ache. He's the only one with the answers. What do you mean he doesn't find satisfaction in humans? Sure he does. When it involves him dominating them in any way he can. Take that as you will. But he has so much darkness hidden behind the whimsical, behind how cruel he can be he sees himself in every victim, every love, every hate. He sees himself. He hates that and that's why he does it in the first place. He has a bad "habit" of picking his skin when he possesses someone for too long. It makes him itch thinking of the past and he hates that it gets to him so much. He's like a child, huge anger and no outlet. He doesn't even know why it hurts him so bad.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Evan

Bipolar Disorder I, Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Schizophrenia, Insomnia, Amnesia

He has no idea what's going on. One minute he's extremely there, in the moment, watching everything around him. He feels great, everything's great, he's with his friends and they are great. But then he looses his consciousness. All of a sudden he's watching through someone else's eyes, watching everything burn and fall apart. He's watching him hurt those he loves. He forgets what it's like not feel this bad. He doesn't remember his childhood or even the previous week. He feels so much guilt and shame, he isolates for what feels like months.

He's so caught up in staying away, he doesn't even see that he is growing angrier, and angrier, and angrier. He loses sleep over just the thought of everyone he's ever fought for, only to be left alone. When he finally returns, it's almost as if he's a new person. He never lets his anger out towards others, and it's all internal. The anger turns into grief. Grief over all he's lost due to his own outbursts. He's always been like this, but every time he feels so hurt and so alone. But everyone can see it. He is not okay. Until he is. And everything is great again.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Firebrand/Noah

Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Schizophrenia, Prolonged Grief Disorder (PGD), Insomnia

Some days he can't handle the pain. It's like there's a gnawing ache inside of him, he just wants it all to end, he wants this to be different. He misses Milo with such a heavy heart, it's almost maddening. He can't let go, that's the only person who understood him. He's the only person who stood up for him. The pictures, the letters, the voicemails. It's almost like he's there. Noah never feels like it'll go away. Grief lasts for lifetimes, and in every one of his nightmares he just sees the blood, the screaming, the anguish. he could have done more. He could have protected him. He could have understood. He can't let go of that.

It's such an overwhelming feeling, that it feels like it becomes permanent. He wakes up and barely goes to the restroom, he barely eats through the day, hell, before all of this stuff with Observer and Habit, Kevin was taking care of him most of the time. At least making sure he was alive. Noah occasionally has a moment where he doesn't dwell on it, and those days are like heaven. He can brush his teeth, he can watch TV, he can get his life together. But it's only for a little while before those thoughts creep back in again.

P.S. ALL PROXIES HAVE SCHIZOPHRENIA. THAT IS THE DIAGNOSIS BUT REALLY IT'S SLENDER SICKNESS.

Eyeless Jack

Antisocial Personailty Disorder (ASPD), Social Anxiety Disorder, Binge Eating Disorder (BED), Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Major Depressive Disorder (MDD)

Let's face it, before Jack even became a demon he had trauma up the ass. He was riddled with anxiety since he was a child and grew to hate people. He was often bullied due to his appearance and race and he never quite got a grip on his emotions from it, choosing to believe that people aren't worth the effort to care for. He can pretend he likes them, but in all honesty, he just doesn't care. His childhood was full of fighting parents and the pressure to be the perfect Asian American child. The American Dream was pushed so far down his throat, he could barely think. He learned being quiet and separating his emotions was easier than dealing with the pressure. He was never that bad, right? I mean, if he never did drugs, or drank, or went to these elaborate parties and just did what people wanted and did what he wanted after, it was fine. He wasn't damaged. Well. At least he thought so.

After the ritual, he became so hungry. He was plagued with hunger pains, and he would eat until he couldn't breathe. After eating the cult he tried to just live off animals and garbage from the forest that outskirted the school. He was too embarrassed to go back home. He looked like a monster. When he finally gave into his cannibalistic cravings, however, he would gorge himself sick. He felt so guilty for it. He never wanted this. Every time he eats he feels like he's watching the people who hurt him, imagining it was their organs instead of the person he's eating. It got so bad that he started to try to fast, to try to get rid of the thoughts. He tried exercising until he could barely walk. But it only made it so much worse.

Jeff

Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Insomnia, Substance Depenency Disorder, Alcohol Use Disorder, Trichotillomania, Hypersexuality

Jeff is the type of guy who doesn't believe what he did was wrong, no, he did them all a favor. He's saving them from the pain of life. He's giving them a new start. They should be grateful that the last thing they see is someone as handsome as him. He's the only one who is good enough. He's good enough, right? He'll make you see he's good enough. He's the only one who can make you feel anything, pain or pleasure, and you have no reason to deny it.

What's hidden underneath though is a sad, sad man. After what happened at his parents house, he lost control of himself. For a while he was delusional, went on what seemed like an endless killing spree, stealing, stalking, doing anything he could to escape what he had done. But then one night the feelings from when he was a kid came back. He couldn't sleep. He could barely move, he was crying all the time. He was drinking until blackout, and started heavily using heroin. He would look in old mirrors and just see someone hideous. He tried to fix it. He tried to fix his hair, but ended up tearing it out. He goes back and forth between these two facades often of himself, almost in a trance.

BEN

Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Kleptomania, Trichotillomania

BEN was just a kid when he died, and he didn't really know anything about the world. The only thing he knew was that it was boring. Unfortunately, he would end up acting up in school because of it. He couldn't sit still, he has racing thoughts, and he would take and do things just because he thought about it. This didn't really sit well in the system, and he jumped from one school to the next often. Eventually, he had to be homeschooled, where everything took a turn for the worse.

When the abuse started happening, BEN tried to outrun it. He tried to leave the house on multiple occasions, but was caught by neighbors just trying to help out and his family who knew he's run to the arcade. He would steal cars and figured out how to hack gas station pumps to get credit cards and gas to try to run. He started to dissociate a lot, becoming almost paralyzed by it, pulling his eyebrow hairs and his eyelashes until they were bare. This unfortunately carried on into his afterlife as well.

Jane

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Schizophrenia, Prolonged Grief Disorder (PGD), Insomnia, Dermatillomania

Before Jeff had done what he did to her, Jane is very meticulous about her life. She woke up at 7 am, she made breakfast for her family, she'd walk to school and made sure not to step on cracks, she did her homework by 8 pm and went to bed at 10 pm. This was her whole life, she never changed.

That is until Jeff did what he did. She became obsessing over her locks on her doors and windows, and her routine became more strict. Her body refused to sleep until everything was secure, but it was always never enough. She started to hear voices and see shadows in the corners of her eyes, telling her she had to start all over or else he would get her. She started feeling bugs on her skin, and would pick at thr skin to get rid of the feeling. Eventually, her whole life revolved around Jeff and what Jeff had done. She had so say, no free will, And that's why she hates him so. He ruin her appearance. He ruined her family. He ruined her mind. She can't rest until she knows he's six feet under. She can't be free until then. But even then, was she ever free?

Nina

Bipolar Disorder II, Schizophrenia, Insomnia, Trichotillomania, Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Hypersexuality

Nina whole life had always been a rollercoaster. When she was a child, she was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, which created a ripple in her family. She became the sole caregiver to her brother, and they were tied from the hip. Which she could say the same about her parents, though. They stayed together, but they couldn't agree on what was best for Nina. Eventually, they gave up entirely on the other, and in turn their children. This made Nina hide her feelings a lot, and she ended up taking a particular kind eye towards serial killers and mass murderers, seeing them as a way out. She started picking her hair and messing with her features to better suit one of her idols, Jeff the Killer.

When she was 14 she was diagnosed with Bipolar, which just made things worse. Her already paranoid outlook became more protective of her brother, in turn almost making her the parent. She would get into physical fights, never taking blame, which passed to her brother. They would bounce off of each others emotions often, causing a greater rip in the household. She would go from extremely angry, depressed and sadistic for weeks on end to kind and nurturing, which prompted the diagnosis. When she was 18, She started to idolize killers more and more, until she would stay up reading their stories and watching court cases until it was the only thing she could think about. She began stabbing her pillow, imagining how they must have felt. It was almost orgasmic, and she started plotting for her own story soon. Well, until things didn't go to plan.

Liu/Sully

Bipolar Disorder I, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Insomnia, Substance Depenency Disorder

Liu already had mental illness before Jeff had killed their family. Liu was 9 when he was diagnosed with OCD and Bipolar, often getting angry and acting out at home due to his family dynamic. His parents were always catering to Liu, trying to calm him down and make him better, but he never wanted that. He just wanted Jeff. He was the only person who ever understood Liu. They often would stay up late at night, talking about their dreams. Jeff even told Liu he would get him out of here, and he would live with Jeff, and all of the problems they'd face wouldn't matter. Liu believed that.

Until Jeff tried to kill him. It was a night that Liu had gone to bed early, which was out of his routine. Due to the trauma that Jeff caused, Liu gets flashbacks often of Jeff on top of him, stabbing pains and blurry vision. That's when Sully came around. He's a Protector alter Liu had. When Liu started to get flashbacks Sully would come out and act normal, act kind and generous, until they were in a safe space. However, it wasn't as safe as Liu hoped. Sully often indulged in Marijuana and cocaine, and refused to take meds for Liu's mental illness. This caused Liu to become addicted as well, which distorted his thinking tremendously.

Jason the Toymaker

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Kleptomania, Prolonged Grief Disorder (PGD), Hypersexuality, Substance Depenency Disorder

It's no secret that Jason has BPD and Kleptomania. Anyone who came in contact with the guy came to learn he has a tendency to "borrow" things from people he particularly likes. He also gets physically violent when called on his behavior, and has a very hard time distinguishing grey areas in people's actions. It's all bad or all good, never an in-between. He has very poor image of himself despite his efforts to appear flawless, and tends to self injurious behaviors because of it. It heals very quickly, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have to do patch jobs from time to time.

Because of Amelia, he grieves in very odd ways, and for very extended periods of time. Despite moving from victim to victim hastily, he keeps every one he has turned into a doll. He tries to make them to be the perfect friends, and even pretends they banter with him and have their own mind. People have tried to help him disconnect from his make believe reality, and he has tried therapy before. He doesn't feel like it works, however, and had gotten an addiction to Benzos and cocaine because of it. He is an energy vampire, and finds himself at parties and social gatherings a lot, feeding off the energy. He's tried harder drugs before, and drinks quite often, but in his words, "it's not the same as just swallowing a pill and having your world be better for a few minutes."

Candy Pop

Binge Eating Disorder (BED), Bipolar Disorder II, Prolonged Grief Disorder (PGD), Insomnia, Night Terrors, Hypersexuality

Candy Pop is honestly a dire situation, that people just don't know how to react to. There are two separate souls fighting every day all the time to be the front mask. Night Terrors is his own demon, and has his problems on his own that nobody really knows. The end of. Candy Pop, however, used to be so fun loving and happy, before all this mess. He still has heightened areas of manic episodes, which is more like his true self, but then he has periods of complete meltdown that makes it really hard for people to like him. This, along with the fact that he has years upon years of torture and guilt within him, makes for no reason for him not to have his own night terrors and Insomnia when he can sleep.

The guilt and shame also comes out in weird ways, in him having many sexual partners but only really craving his beloved who passed away, eating until he physically gets ill for days, and progressing to self injurious behavior and activities makes up his free time most of the time. The people who see him suffer are only those closest to him, and try everything in their power to make sure he's distracted. But they have their own problems, and when he needs to take off steam, he'll find a way. It's terrifying how he has become his own inner monster, in a sense.

Bloody Painter

Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), Amnesia, Hypersexuality, Social Anxiety Disorder

Due to excessive bullying in his younger years, Helen never really learned that people could not be jerks. Early on, even before the massacre, he kind of only interacted with people if it meant something was in it for him. In fact, he did this even outside of school. His parents never knew, but he would meet up with strangers to take care of his business. It gave him a sense of self worth and esteem.

However, outside of these interactions, he was very quiet, lonely, and isolated. He never felt like he could talk to anyone about how he felt, and although he persevered, he still has issues with trusting people and letting them in. His depression from isolation comes in rages, where after he gets out his frustration, he feels peace again. After the massacre, He had lost all memory of what life was like before the massacre, not even remembering his own last name. He has yet to remember.

Judge Angels

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Dysthymia, Social Anxiety Disorder

Dina had a lot of trauma growing up in a house where no one truly listened nor was able to understand Dina. Constantly being isolated from other kids and being kept on a leash, being told that she would be ridiculed and mocked for her appearance, has made her dislike the thought of people entirely. Mix that with her father's physical and verbal abuse did not help the situation, either.

When her mother passed away, Dina had lost the only person who had genuinely tried to help. She didn't just lose her mother, but her only friend as well. She had a deep hatred towards men specifically, and it takes a long time for her to see the good in people. Having frequent panic attacks over eyes on her and always feeling like the center of attention, she also feels quite isolated and empty. She has very strong rages that are extremely violent and easily turn to disaster. She also has an addiction towards self injury, and picks at her skin, especially around the nape of her neck and her hips. It was so bad, in fact, when she had met Helen, he had to patch up her left hip, because the skin was hanging by a shred.

Clockwork

Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD), Bipolar Disorder I, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Major Depressive Disorder (MDD)

Natalie is not someone to mess with, and she makes sure it's known. She was diagnosed with the majority of her illness as a teen and has been on meds galore. But nothing really seemed to help calm her nerves enough to take the edge off. Everything Natalie does is due to fight or flight and extremely routine. She's been fighting for her life for years, and when she finally got free from that fear of running out of time, she snapped. Hard. Before, if she had flashbacks, she would isolate herself for weeks at a time, doing nothing but homework and drawing. Now, she makes it everyone's problem, often telling people in graphic detail of her emotions not with calm words, but with violent threats.

However, this doesn't mean she's all fighter. You can often catch Natalie sitting by herself. If you can catch her in the right moment, she is somber, often lost, like a little girl waiting for her parents to be home. If she cries in front of you, it means you are the closest thing to a friend she has ever had. And if she actually talks about the abuse, she'll tell you how she wants out of the life she is living and wants to return to a normal life, but she doesn't want to go to jail. If anyone has any chance of getting better, it's Natalie. She has years of therapy under her belt and has gone through so much trauma that she has faced on her own will to get better, that if anyone put their mind to it and actually got out successfully, it would be her.

Laughing Jack

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Dysthymia, Hypersexuality, Anxiety Disorder

Unfortunately Jack has dealt with traumatizing situations in his early use, and has never gotten help for it because, well, he's an entity. So of course he is riddled with anxiety. He listened to abuse in a box for years, getting abandoned from the person he was made to be with. This causes him to have very violent anger outbursts that sometimes prevent him from being let into the mansion. This is part of the reason he has dual housing.

Also it's probably a shocker to most when they learn of his Hypersexuality, but Jack was in a home full of sexual activity and abuse. It had gotten to a point where when he's super anxious or having bad flashbacks he'll pick his hair, but not in the places people would expect. Jack is a toy, sure, but an anatomically correct one at that. He has a tendency to pluck his pubic hairs and hairs on his armpits, which is an ode to Issac. (Issac had done this in his time alive, away from Jack, but the more distorted Issac got the more distorted Jack got. Jack ended up with a lot of traits he can't remember where they started from due to this.)

Julius The Dressmaker

Anorexia Nervosa, Substance Depenency Disorder, Alcohol Use Disorder, Bipolar Disorder II, Antisocial Personailty Disorder (ASPD)

Julius has had enough of people, in all honesty. He's found how to manipulate people's perception of him into positivity, although in all honesty his demeanor is cold and standoffish. When he's having episodes however he's very energetic, almost as if he's floating on clouds. All his past partners get extremely freaked out by it, especially with the mix of substances he uses. His moods are always 100%, and he often has violent tendencies.

At one point they thought he had a conduct disorder as a child due to the inappropriate interactions people had with him. He's either extremely violent or flattering, and goes between praising you to degrading you in seconds. He's extremely harsh on himself as well, going from loving how he looks to thinking how absolutely revolting he is. He has always hated how he looked, and had texture issues, and ends up forcing himself to be extremely malnourished and fragile. Although he won't admit it, he is considerably more weak in terms of strength, and if it wasn't for him being a demon, most people would have possibility to overcome him.

Killian

Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Orthorexia Nervosa, Substance Depenency Disorder, Alcohol Use Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Hypersexuality

Killian has had a rough childhood, to say the least. He often has flashbacks and night terrors of abuse he can barely remember, due to blocking them out unintentionally in his teen years. Because of his childhood, he not only began to hang with wrong people early on, but began to have distorted self image. Everyone has always loved his looks, so he uses his looks as a way to prey on people. Constantly having sex and disregarding people for his bad behavior, he believes although he is disrespectful and disgusting, he is the closest thing to God, and people should praise him for being who he is.

Also the mix of substances and alcohol makes this perception worse. He believes he's so much better than others, but then he thinks he is the embodiment of evil. Although these thoughts consume him regularly, he tries to push them down, again, unintentionally. It comes out in ways that are strange to him. Everyone loves his looks, but he must have a structured schedule to stay looking good. Forcing strange food rules and refusing to eat outside of them, usually ending up forcing his partners to follow them as well or degrading them when they eat something outside of his own rules. Although he is much healthier than his peers, deep down he's hurting from things he doesn't know he's hurting from.

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Proxy Headcannons

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General Headcannons:

All of them hate Slender but literally can't do anything about it cause he controls them

Everyone hates Tim but love Brian

Toby is a gremlin

Individual Headcannons (Masky/Tim):

"Oh I'm a whore for red velvet cake" "Yeah, Tim you say that everytime we go get cake"

Smells like cologne and cigarettes

Tired 24/7

Probably hates Slender the most out of all of them

Loves Five Guys a lot for some reason

"Uh, half of y'all have criminal records and the other half are supernatural creatures, no shit Slender won't let y'all work"

Says "y'all" a lot even though he's not southern (me too tho)

Cannot stand county music

A metalhead

Coffee addict

Calls people nicknames sometimes (example: Kate;Katie, Lulu;Lu, Lazari:Lazii, Kate:Katester)

"Ow? My ass?? What the hell, Katie????"

Speaks 4 languages

Can't stand Jeff

"You smell like cigarettes and it's really repulsive" "Okay?? You smell like weed, shut up"

Kicks ass at Mario Kart Wii

Also kicks ass at Wii Sports

Individual Headcannons (Hoodie/Brian):

"I pay for all of you guys' food so I don't think you get to say anything"

Is always either in his room or out at the store

Disappears for literally months and then comes back like nothing happened

Low-key has a (b)romance with Tim

Babysits Sally

A swiftie

Really likes Hits Different

Assigns people random emojis to their names

Examples are Tim(🚬), Toby(👹), Kate(🥺), Jeff(🔪)

Plays visual novels in secret

Not really though, cause Slender knows

Really good friends with Jane and her wife

Doesn't like how itchy his mask is

Wants to run Offender over with a car

Individual Headcannons (Toby):

Screams Taylor Swift lyrics at people who piss him off (*cough cough* Tim *cough cough* ex; "LET'S FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER" "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU RODGERS??")

Also blasts music at ungodly hours

Heavily annoyed that Tim is the only one that Slender trusts to help with his tic attacks

Heard Jeff snort crack once and now that noise is a tic of his

Names his hatchets

"oh no"s randomly

Threw an egg at Slender once

Screams the lyrics to the songs he listens to

Has a collection of shiny things he's stolen from his victims

Honks (goose or car, you decide)

5'8"

Ate glue on multiple occasions

Didn't even notice it was glue actually until Brian told him

Tastes Jane's candles (she gets very upset at this)

Bites people

Forgets he chewed the side of his mouth off and gets shocked when he looks in the mirror

Rare whisper boy

His grandparents taught him German and now he has an accent and everything

Drew on all of his Converse

Perches on the stair railing

Sleeps in the starfish position

Individual Headcannons (Kate):

Also draws on her Converse

Draws everyone and everything

Painted most of the pictures Slender has in his office

Helps Toby collect shiny things

Hunches over like the hunchback of Notre Dame whenever she's doing something

Her back hurts constantly

Mapped the house so she wouldn't get lost

Whisper girl

Pierced her nose by herself (and made a huge fucking mess)

Let's Sally do her makeup

Slaps Tim's ass everytime he walks past her

Eats crayons on purpose

Vomits each time though

Has a large vinyl collection

And a Funko pop collection

Uses "🥺" unironically

Can ice skate

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #hcs #headcanons #headcanon #ticci toby #tim wright #kate the chaser #brian thomas #hoodie #masky #creepypasta hoodie #creepypasta masky #slender proxy #proxy #proxy headcannons

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lildude200 · 14 days

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FINALLY MADE THE AU'S (FLUFF ADDITION)

my first time making and au.. dont judge me

MY MARBLE HORNETS AU

My Tim/Masky fluff au

Timothy's au:

Tim loves when you show affection to him he may not act like it but he adores it.

Tim’s way of showing love is gifting or just being around you. He never had much love as a kid so he loves to have you to show him any type of love.

He’s also scared of spiders :,D so he’ll have you kill it or get it out of the room or he’ll act overly dramatic if it's the smallest spider.

He also refuses to take his meds so every morning it is like fighting a child to brush their teeth but instead you tackle him and force him to take them.

He may be the shortest out of the marble hornets cast but he give the warmest hugs/cuddles he will hold you close and make sure you're warm.

When Tim gets drunk on date nights or just a night you guys drink he gets very depressed thinking about his past as you normally comfort him and let him cry and some of the time he goes and curls up on the bed waiting for you to come to bed.

My Brian/Hoodie fluff au

Brian’s au

Brian is like a dog, he will follow you and love you no matter what.

Brian is the one who will buy you things no matter the price (basically your sugar daddy)

He is the best cuddler out of all the marble hornets cast. His 6 '4 self wraps his arms around you and holds you close and never lets you go.

He also reminds you to take meds or brush your teeth or eat whatever your struggling with he’ll help remind you to do what needs to be done.

One thing this man loves is food. If you talk about going out he chooses all you can eat or the golden caral down the road or in town.

He’s also the guy that wakes up very early.

My au or Jay Merrick

Jay Merrick au

Jay is the kind of guy that loves to record memories. He always has his camera like it's his life support.

The way he shows his love is by taking you out on picnics or surprising you with food or something you wanted in his budget.

He always rants to you about how he always wanted to do the film but he hated how everything took a wrong turn and he just doesn't know who’s fault it is.

He’s not much of a cuddler but he pretty much cradles you and carries you around like a baby.

He also cooks for you even if you say you want to cook he’ll make up an excuse to cook for you no matter how many times you guys argue.

He also loves animals anytime you guys visit tim seth or alex he has to pet there animals mostly time service cat they are the sweetest and jay loves them to death but he convinces you to get pets constantly but you're unsure because of the small apartment.

My au of Alex Kralie

Alex Kralie au

He is the sassiest boyfriend you have ever had, He will have the smartest mouth you've ever heard.

He is such a comedian he makes jokes about anything.

His way of showing love is bullying, He always makes fun of you but in a loving way.

You and Alex went from enemies to lovers.

He also loves reading. Both You and Alex + Tim normally go to the library with you and you all make fun of the books you guys pick out.

He is a cuddler but he’s the one that will pick you up and wwe slam you onto the bed and kiss your face as he cuddles you.

(TIM READS SMUTT YOU READ WHATEVER YOU READ AND ALEX READS ABOUT URBAN LEGENDS)

#marble hornets #mh tim #brian thomas #Marble hornets headcannons #marble hornets au #alex kralie #jay merrick

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bogusboxed · 1 year

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“Bedridden.”

“Bedridden”

-Brian Thomas X GN!Reader

-(This will be more a CRP ver.)

I do not own “Brian Thomas” and do not take credit for him.

You laid there against every sense you had left. You muttered multiple things to yourself, knowing you should’ve contacted someone else for your needs. You thought of meaningless things, knowing he’d arrive soon. You were bedridden with nothing better to do than watch the raindrops rush down your windowsill. You huffed, feeling the more sensible side of things make their way into your mind. You knew better. You knew better than to reach out to someone busy with everything. Brian or Hoodie, whatever he preferred to be called at the moment, Nonetheless, he came to your rescue in the end, against the odds. Which was pretty out of character for him, though you weren’t saying you were unthankful. You just wished it could’ve been someone else, but in the end, no one else was available. They had all been out doing their own thing. Some were after targets for the operator, and others were resting. But, still, none of them came to you. And that left you with Brian. It’s not like there was anything wrong with him. You liked him. You liked him in a different way than your heart allowed. But that was beside the point. People looked up to him as a leader, and it was most likely due to how stable he was. Well, as stable as someone could be as a proxy. He never lashed out or used his authority wrong; he was mostly just there for guidance. And that’s what people used him for—nothing more, nothing less. I mean, of course, he had friends such as Tim and Kate, but that didn’t mean he was extroverted. It was the complete opposite. You sighed while watching time go by without feeling much, knowing it’d stay that way. Time would go by each day, and you’d still be here with minimal contact with anyone. Expect Jack, but he only came to check on your health. He never stayed around all that long. The entire house functioned as a team, not a family. You bit your tongue as you heard a familiar door creak to your right. You averted your gaze not sure how to feel knowing someone was here for you. that someone took time out of their day to spend with you. It urged something in you. You muttered as you heard the door shut behind him. You almost thought it was Jack until he spoke.

"[Name]?" His voice broke the silence as you turned toward him wanting to thank him for joining you but not wanting to hurt your dwelling pride.

"How are you feeling?" He spoke with a soft tone, but through it, you sensed a feeling of assertiveness.

You were sure he didn’t come off that way, but he just happened to do that. You huffed lightly turning to him still in some groggy mood but it seemed to fade looking at his soft welcoming stance.

"I’ve been better." you fidgeted with your hands not wanting to push on any further seeing as your heart fluttered looking at him.

You felt your face heat up the more you thought of him. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to feel that way. You suddenly wished Jack put you on some sedative even when you didn’t need it just to avoid this. He sat on the chair next to you that Jack had put there for his use. You thought of the not-so-very-fond times Jack would ask you questions on questions in that very chair. As you sat up, leaning against the backboard, you pulled up the covers to stay warm. You wanted to make sure you weren't just laying down the entire time; you wanted to show some form of respect to him even if you were sick. though your thoughts were interrupted by what he had. He held something in his hand. You tilted your head at what he brought so subtly, but you were sure he noticed.

"It's some paperwork I need to clear up." Thought I’d do it with you," he answered your look as you internally sighed.

You did not want to fill out paperwork while being sick, but you also were fed up with being so alone. So, you bit the bullet and decided to just nod. He rested the papers on your knee-to-thigh area but kept them more laid out on the bed.

"Sorry about this," he stated under his breath, and if you didn’t know any better, you'd have thought you heard a bit of nervousness in his tone. You chuckled, thinking about a nervous Brian and how he would look. You'd bet he'd look cute.

“It's fine” you reassured him, slowly becoming interested in his work.

Seeing as you had no other choices for entertainment, you could only think about how focused he was. You wanted to know what he was doing with the pen he held. You wanted to know the thoughts that ran their course through his mind. You stood there for a few moments, watching him scribble ideas and half-thoughts onto the paper. You reached out for his hand. The gloved hand held the pen. You laid your hand on top of his, now holding the pen along with him. He sat there for a moment before continuing. His writing flowed onto the page as you mentally followed. Sometimes you’d be able to piece together what he was writing by following it out in your mind. You'd put together letters and consider how they all fit together. As you looked at his covered face, you didn't pay much attention to the ink. You wish you knew what looked decorated his face, no matter what it was. You wanted to know. You wanted to know if a soft dusting of blush coated his lovable face or if it was a focused, stern gaze. He stopped again as he tilted his head toward you. stopping his efforts and making undeniable eye contact right back at you. His stitched frown and his stitched red eyes wouldn’t let you in, but maybe he would. Maybe he would allow you to see his face, which you were finding yourself wanting to see. As a last-ditch effort, you used your free hand—the one that wasn’t currently laid on top of his—and slowly reached for the bottom of his ski mask. You went slowly and cautiously, fearing you would provoke him. You wanted him to know what you were doing. You weren’t trying to surprise him, and he seemed to know your actions. He knew what you were trying to do. You tucked your hand under the mask, slowly pulling it up. He made no effort to stop you, even though he very well could. He could overpower you within moments if he wanted to. He could have stopped you, but he didn’t. You never expected this coy behavior from Brian, but yet again, you did. as your hand brushed against his shaved facial hair, pulling the mask off completely and having it rest in the palm of your hand. You saw how his hair fluffed up as a result, and how his hazel eyes never really left yours. He had a constellation of freckles dotting his face, and you wanted to count each one of them. Trace your hands over them. He blinked a couple of times, knowing he was in a vulnerable spot for you, but he didn’t seem to mind. He trusted you. That was already enough to strike something.

"You really are special, you know that?" Brian whispered to you without missing a beat. It left a soft sensation that permeated your body.

You could feel your breath stifle for a moment. You both gazed a little longer as he took the hand you laid over his. The rain only came down harder. There was no longer a sound of a pen marking paper, but that was the last thing you thought of. That was until he softly let go of your hand, grabbing hold of his pen again. He began to write again as you sat there, taken aback by everything. But you eventually caved again, resting your hand on top of his, this time freely gazing at him. It was a special moment between you and him that you didn’t expect. But, even with all of this, he never did say "I love you." at that moment, as you had wished. Though some part of you told you he felt the same way about you too, you could now clearly hear the rain that continued to pour down the window with the additional pen marks. You took in the moment. You hoped to get out of bed soon. You hoped you could spend more time with Brian and maybe even everyone else. Maybe once it was over, you could ask him. You sighed while watching him flip the page. But, seriously, who chooses paperwork as a bonding experience?

#brian thomas x reader #creepypasta x reader #fanfiction #brian thomas x y/n #brian thomas headcannon #brian thomas x you #hoodie x reader #hoodie x y/n #hoodie headcannon #hoodie x you #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n

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silverandbone · 2 years

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Toby Rogers | Ticci Toby Headcanons

Word Count: 1,431

Warning: "Ticci" Toby Rogers is a character known from Creepypasta. He is one of Slenderman's proxies, and as such is a serial killer. He suffers from varies ailments, and grew up in an abusive household.

As a result of Toby's characterization, there will be mentions of mental illness, alcoholism, and abuse. There may be mentions of self-harm, and murder. For the most part, this should be fluff, I just thought that I should put a warning for anyone not familiar with the character.

He plays the piano. Lyra took piano lessons when she was little, and Toby would always watch from the doorway, too shy to come in the room. Eventually Lyra taught him how to play simple songs and melodies, and it would calm him after his father abused him.

His favourite music is either folk music, or silly songs that make him laugh. He loves Lord Huron.

When Toby was little, his mother had a CD that she would play in the car with the story of Paul Bunyan and his giant blue ox. It always made him smile, and even now he’ll play it in the car if he’s going to be driving for a long time (this is something that used to annoy Masky the first few times it happened, but as they got to know each other better Tim realised that it was one of Toby’s few good memories from his childhood and now he doesn’t bother him about it.)

He has twinkly star shaped string-lights wrapped around the foot board of his bed frame. Lyra gave them to him when he was around 5 or 6, and told him that so long as the stars shine she would always there to protect him. After she died he realised that it had been little more than a childish story told to a scared little boy, he still keeps them there as a reminder of his sister.

Toby is really good at colouring. He’s not much of a fan of drawing, but he keeps an old metal lunchbox his mother gave him when his father was out of the house in his room next to a stack of various colouring books, and it’s filled with Coloured pencils. His favourite colours (brown, teal, orange, green) are obvious from how frequently used those pencils are.

Lyra used to wear this gold heart shaped locket that had belonged to their grandmother, she kept a picture of the two of them from when Toby was around 6 years old in it. It’s Toby’s most prized possession, and he doesn’t go anywhere without it, even as it tarnishes and the gold plating wears away to reveal what’s underneath.

When Toby gets sad or is disappointed over something, he gets this puppy dog look on his face. It’s not even intentional, he just looks like a sad puppy dog when he’s upset.

His favourite type of weather is rainy. He loves thunder storms, they always make him feel more relaxed and less anxious. Sitting next to his bedroom window during a rainstorm never fails to bring a soft smile to his face.

Coffee sort of calms him down, but he drinks his coffee with so much sugar in it that he gets hyper from that instead.

Waffles are his favourite food, but only homemade ones. The boxed frozen ones taste like stale cardboard to him, and he’d rather eat something else than eat something that tastes like cardboard (that said, he will eat frozen waffles if he’s hungry enough, granted he will eat just about anything if he’s hungry enough)

He has a really high metabolism, so no matter how much he eats, and he eats a lot, Toby is always pretty skinny. He’s really strong, but you’d never think so based on how skinny he is.

He’s tall. One of the things he was teased for in school before his parents pulled him out was how tall he was, at 15 he was probably around 6 feet tall, and by the time he was 18, Toby was 6”3’. This didn’t bother him as much as the rest of what he was bullied for, since this usually was the least vicious of the verbal attacks he endured, so it’s not likely to come up, especially if the topic of being bullied can be avoided all together

He wasn’t diagnosed with Tourettes until he was around 12. You might think it would have been fairly obvious, but his dad didn’t care, and his mom was more worried about other things.

If you let him, he’d love to paint your nails for you. He just likes doing it, and enjoys the whole process

When Toby is stressed out his tics get much worse than usual, when he’s truly calm and feels secure and safe, his tics are fewer, and not as severe

He collects shoe boxes full of little knickknacks. missing buttons, single pieces of old puzzles he no longer has, spare change, lost dice, Polaroids he’s either taken or been in, random plastic animals (the kind you could find at the craft store), or little toy cars, and anything else he finds and thinks is interesting. He doesn’t steal these things, in fact a lot of these things, the toys especially, are from when he was little and he keeps them mostly for the good memories they hold, or to maybe one day give them to his own children if he ever has any.

He’s incredibly good at math and literature. Toby liked being able to figure out the answer to a problem, or being able to figure out the motive behind a certain character’s actions in a book, and he always wrote the most insightful chapter analysis in his class. This was mostly because there was always a solution, even if he didn’t know how to find it at first, and the characters, even the horrible ones, always had a reason that made some sense.

Thanksgiving was always his favourite holiday. There was always so much food, and despite his father getting drunk like he always did, he was always happy, and was rarely abusive during thanksgiving weekends.

He loves woodworking. Maybe a bit obvious, but, he finds the repetitive actions and the certainty of each step that needs to be taken soothing, and the ability to have a thing that he made at the end of the process rewarding.

Toby can be a bit of a neat freak. His childhood bedroom, and his current bedroom too, was always filled with knickknacks, but they were always in their proper place, and his room was always clean. He didn’t have much control over anything in his life, and this was one thing he could control.

After Lyra died, things got worse for him. Not only because his sister wasn’t there to help him or protect him anymore, but because Toby’s father dealt with his own grief by trying to inflict more pain on Toby, and his mother spent days and weeks at a time in bed crying. He’d never felt more alone.

He loves putting together jigsaw puzzles or playing board games with his loved ones. Any chance he gets, Toby will go to the hall closet and pull out a board game or puzzle that looks interesting with the biggest grin on his face. His favourite game is Candy Land.

One of his favourite places to go is a diner. No matter where it is, there’s always something very familiar about diners that Toby finds comfortable, and they serve waffles.

The only thing he is capable of cooking for himself is a grilled cheese sandwich and canned soup, but if he makes you a sandwich, it will be the best damn grilled cheese you will ever have.

He keeps a note in his wallet that his sister wrote for to him when he was little and another one that his mother wrote for him. He likes keeping something with their handwriting with him, it makes him feel closer to them.

When Toby was little, his mother had a swear jar. It would sit on the kitchen counter, and any time Toby or Lyra, or really anyone in his parent’s house would swear, they would have to put a dollar in the jar. Even Toby’s father, drunk abusive asshole that he was, knew better than to try and avoid the swear jar. It was the one thing his mother would not backdown on. The only exception was if Toby cursed involuntarily, and there was always an obvious distinction between his tics and when he would intentionally curse.

Smoking makes him anxious and panicky. He’s smoked weed exactly once in his life and felt like he couldn’t breath, it’s not a feeling he ever wants to experience again, so he doesn’t smoke.

When Toby goes to a restaurant with a soda fountain, he will always order the largest size drink he can, and then minx every drink offered together in the one cup. It leads to some interesting combinations, but he's yet to find one he doesn't like.

When Toby eats raspberries, he puts them on his fingers first, and then eats them off one by one.

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A/N: As promised, whether you wanted them or not, here is the first set of head cannons from Creepypasta/MH. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote these in the notes on my phone while watching my younger siblings, who are, by the way, to thank for my reintroduction to CP and MH. My little sister found Marble Hornets on YouTube, did a pterodactyl screech for her twin brother, and now my mother has decided that they can watch the videos if I watch with them.

I also had to much free time on my hands while babysitting, so I made an aesthetic collection of photos I found online for Toby, Masky, and We'll see who else I find stuff for. I'll add pictures where I can to my headcanons, but I don't own any of them, unless stated otherwise. These pictures are not downloaded from Tumblr, I think most of them I found on Pinterest, so I don't have a clue who does own them.

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postfall-crypto · 1 year

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Ok but hear me out

A Marble hornets AU, where everything supposedly ends the same, The only difference being Jay never died while Brian and Alex did. instead of going to the comics like it does canonically, Instead Tim and Jessica move in together due in another state due to Jay being missing (he occasionally reaches out to Tim to assure him he isnt dead) The operator isnt to pleased by this, and decides to bring Brian back from the dead in order to torment Tim and jessica. Brian doesnt remember anything other Than falling and being in a ton of pain. Alex is also brought back, But is in a much better condition that Brian due to being the favorite and starts hunting them down again. Im calling it Postfall for now, But do let me know if you guys would love to hear more about it. Id really enjoy storytelling for it.

#New au #marble hornets #Tim wright #Jay merrick #Alex kralie #Brian thomas #Hoodie #Masky #headcannon

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rott0dbf · 1 year

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Everytime I listen to Hollywood undead I somehow just hear Brian or Tim idk why, it's honestly one of my worst thoughts to date

#marble hornets #mh #tim wright #brian thomas #hc #masky #Hoodie #Idk #Why #Headcannon??

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revenge-is-dead · 2 years

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So (happy and gay universe) they take Jay to a pride parade (since he's canonically gay!! Thanks Troy ily)

Alex would be slightly hesitant simply for the pure fact of big crowds and not knowing if the operator would be there stalking. Big fear from him. But when he does go!! He shows up to the crew with a nonbinary bracelet on, a bi one as well and a ace one. He just blushes at them when they give a small cheer and clap him on the back.

Tim walks up with a gray tank top that has the rainbow flag on it, along with one of his flannels. He's also wearing black shorts like the emo he is. He also has some bracelets, a bisexual one and a poly one.

Jay walks up in a flannel he stole from tim, one of his thinner ones. And wearing a binder and cargo shorts. Smiling the bigget fucking smile at his friends. Also a trans flag that was tied so he could wear it like a cape. Still wearing his signature hat (which has been mix matched patched by Alex).

Brian is wearing a crop top that says "homophobia is gay" on it. Some shorts, and or course rainbow socks. Having a the gay flag (not rainbow), poly and demi flag bracelets. Also with a bag that he and Tim packed full of snacks, water, jay and Alex's inhalers along with a set of noise cancelling headphones. And some portable phone chargers.

They are then off to enjoy their first pride together.

#headcanons #headcannons #marble hornets #marble hornets au #gay and happy au #brian made the bracelets for everyone #alex came out to him first so he could make the bracelets #alex kralie #jay merrick #tim wright #brian thomas

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 7 months

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hihi, i really love ur writing and I wonder if u could do a s/o who does cheer for a bf team with Jeff + the proxies

Hi love!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea! Honestly I think the creeps would love it too! I hope you enjoy 🖤

S/O WHOS A CHEERLEADER - CREEPS SCHOOL AU

JEFF THE KILLER:

Ohhhhh you got this man GOING

His ego goes absolutely WILD

Seeing you in that cute little skirt got him distracted

It takes a while for him to get back in the game, and by that time the football coach is pissed.

Makes some star plays just to impress you too

The crowd roars as he makes the winning touchdown. But all he cares about is you as he throws off his helmet and comes sprinting towards you with that crazed smile

He'll tackle you into a hug and give you the most loving kiss you'd ever gotten from him

He'll pretend he never did it afterwards so don't expect him to ever "remember"

TIM/MASKY:

Motivates him tenfold

When he realizes you're cheering his name from across the mat he seems to get ten times stronger

Everyone's already scared to wrestle him but when they see the change in his eyes it makes them want to run screaming

Lets just say the round doesn't last much longer when you start your cheers for him

Walks over to you when everything's said and done and picks you up in his huge arms and spins you around, planting a kiss on your forehead with a big smile

"My good luck charm, that's what you are."

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Gives you that big ol' toothy grin when he sees you cheering from the stands

They don't have cheerleaders for baseball games but it warmed his heart to see you all in uniform cheering for him

Makes sure to show off even though it's not exactly hard for him to do so

When he hits a home run he absolutely adores the way you go wild! Sprinting around the bases and giving you a wave and blowing a kiss as he touches home

As the inning changes and he's put in the role of pitcher he makes sure to pose all nice for you. He gives you a show. You better take damn pictures

Also signs a baseball for you ;]

"TICCI" TOBY:

Oh he gets so shy

I doubt the soccer team knows he has a s/o so seeing someone cheering for him was certainly new

As the game gets going he tries his hardest to focus. He is the goalie after all, most of the game relies on his skill.

He doesn't have to try to impress you with his skill

When he throws himself to the side to block the ball he hears your joyful cheers and he can't help but smile

He just saved the game after all

After they've said their good games, he'll run over to you and give you a sweet kiss. You better bet he makes you wear his jersey to school the next day

"D-didn't expect to see you here! My little ch-cheerleader!"

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whatisrambl3s · 1 year

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random headcanons

someone I was talking to said this

if we're talking about general did, it wouldn't make sense for Tim and Brian to have it. but since the operator is a malevolent being that has serious powers and manipulative tendencies we can induce that masky and maybe hoodie are not even Brian and Tim themselves.

this is suspected because Tim literally does not remember any memories from being masky. But we know he knows about masky when he hides that tape and the mask from jay, that's because he knows masky will ruin everything if Jay knows who masky came from. Tim wants to protect Jay, and masky does too. the two are just diffrent in that masky is an aggressive being and can be violent when needed, he's not a bad guy. [Jay doesn't remember half of the recording of marble hornets probably bc he just has memory issues made worse by the operator, because we know Tim remembers things about marble hornets that jay didnt]

hoodie is debatable to most, but let me say this. hoodie runs away from people, not wanting to be known as being in Brian's body, while Brian is the one who smiled at Alex, being smug. he was the one to held a gun to Alex. hoodie isn't a violent creature unless his identity is in jeopardy. how he tries to avert tims grasp by swinging a pipe at him, but then runs away when he isn't in danger anymore? from Brian's personality we can assume he would be more determined to stop someone. if Brian were to see Tim he wouldn't wanna hurt him, while hoodie purposefully takes his pills to get masky to come out and be his wing man.

brian obviously really cares about Tim, so why all of a sudden would he wanna hurt him? hoodie thinks Tim is lying, when really the operator has been setting all this up, and he was clearly after Tim and Alex.

if hoodie dislikes Tim, why have Tim accompany him? he doesn't, it's masky. I'd like to say masky is the voices and all the pent up rage and fear that Tim has felt all his life, and the operator made that into an entity. after Tim met up with Jay, Tim was seen as a target once more, and so masky developed.

basically what I'm saying is what the person said. operator-induced did. while masky and hoodie are the ones we know, there could be more underneath that. two or more personalities that splinter off of masky and hoodie and are basically apart of them and make them more developed as entities.

it makes sense to me at least. I know the characters do not have did, please don't spread that misinformation. this is JUST a headcannon to help me wrap my head around masky and hoodie as characters and this is the thing that helps me with that

#headcannons #marble hornets #tim wright #jay merrick #brian thomas #alex kralie #let me know your headcannons!#text #whatisr3ality rambles

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creepypasta-darling · 4 months

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Proxies as Dead By Daylight Killer Perks

Aka, what I think would create the Proxies in DBD currently.

Masky

Barbacue & Chilli

Furtive Chase

Hysteria

Hoodie

Claustrophobia

Dead Man's Switch

Make Your Choice

Kate the Chaser

Call of Brine

Huntress Lullaby

Nemesis

Rouge

Bloodhound

Franklin's Demise

Predator

BONUS

Nurse Ann

A Nurse's Calling

Forced Hesitantion

Scourge Hook: Gift of Pain

Suicide Sadie

Eruption

Merciless Storm

Save the Best For Last

Kagekao

Darkness Revealed

Hex: Plaything

Ultimate Weapon

Clockwork

Brutal Strength

Dying Light

Remember Me

#creepypasta-darling #creepypasta #headcannons #headcanons #creepypasta masky #mh masky #creepypasta hoodie #mh brian thomas #kate the chaser #creepypasta kate #creepypasta rouge #nurse ann #creepypasta suicide sadie #creepypasta kagekao #kagekao #creepypasta clockwork #natalie ouellette

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nikoisanidiot · 2 years

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hi! can we have some headcannons about what a relationship with each of the proxies would be like :)

Yes ofc! Note, in my au the main "proxies" are Tim, Brian and Toby!<3

Relationship HC's With The Proxies||Proxies x Reader Headcanon's

Tim Wright -Be prepared to smell like smoke. You will smell like smoke no matter how hard you try. -Lots of Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect. -HE HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON. DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, YOU WILL NOT WIN. -Tim need's minimum two hours alone after a mission, no matter how long it was. He takes that time to recuperate away from you for your safety, in case he dissociates and Masky fronts.(In my au he has DID.) -Tim love's when you wear his clothes, it's cute to him. -Tim has a soft spot for kids, like a big soft spot. He want's one of his own one day, with you. -He prefers if you don't interact with the creeps(assuming your a civilian) to protect yourself and the others from harm. -Rant's to you about Toby, a lot. -"Hey sunshine." "Oh, of course love." Just a mushy guy. -Probably love's morning kisses. Like any chance he gets, his arms are around you giving you a kiss on the cheek. -When Tim has schizophrenic episodes, I beg of you to make sure you're there for him and to reassure him. Be yourself and try to make what he's going through as comfortable as possible and don't treat him any different unless you think he need's help. Ask to touch him, incase he might be paranoid and want to run. Comfort is key. -Tim loves cooking, homie will cook you a four course meal if you asked tbh.

Brian Thomas -He love's it when your curious -Oh you had a weird phase? He's had weirder. -Brian is your therapist tbh... -Right after a mission, be prepared to take a long, hot shower together. Also be prepared to probably watch a horror movie right after. -"Hey I know your busy right now but could we go get a bite to eat? I'm hungry." "Go by yourself, Brian. Your a big boy." "Fuck you." "Yeah yeah, get me a chicken sandwich." -Brian makes the most bizzare jokes sometimes. -Brain collects guns, when you want to hear about his collection, he gets excited and probably wont shut up about the damn things for AWHILE. -Baby, babe, honey, sweetie and love are his go to nicknames for you. He has joke nicknames for you too like dickface or asshat but only uses it when he's joking. -Brian can get pretty serious sometimes when it comes to his job so please, if he's working him, don't bug him. -Prioritises time to be with you and makes time to be with you for a few hours. -He likes squish. He likes when a person is a little chubby. Mean's Brian has more of you to hold onto. -Gets pissed off when you act like stewie and pretend he's brian the dog. Like he genuinely hates it. -Loves when you wear his hoodie, and if you ask him to wear it again, he will. -Lost of long night drives, jamming out to random music and watching the stars.

Toby Rogers -He didn't get much attention as a kid, so be expected to have a very clingy boyfriend. -Don't underestimate his strength, he's seriously a strong guy. -When you notice his hands are starting to get big sores, he will breakdown and tell you he had another nightmare of his father... So he'll ask you to bandage his hands. -Hand holding, cuddling and literally and form of physical affection. -Toby has echolalia, he repeats the phrase "I love you" a lot, but he does it with the biggest fucking smile, makes your heart MELT. -Toby dosen't have corprolalia. He just swears like a sailor. -Coming back from a mission, he goes for the booze, he drinks a lot of it to forget literally everything of the mission. AKA his tics can get a little aggressive, he punches himself, throws stuff around the room, has occasionally punched or slapped you a few times. -When Toby has a PTSD panic attack, he becomes non-verbal for a long time and just abuses himself relentlessly because he cant feel shit. He has a mental collapse for a few days, and as a result, Tim and Brian let him take a break from missions, letting Jeff fill in for Toby. -Toby needs a lot of panic attack aftercare. He usually needs to be wrapped up in his bandages and lots of cuddles, kisses and care. -"Y/N- could we-could we please cuddle? I want some care... please." -He loves nicknames like baby boy, pumpkin and Tobs. He loves calling you Babydoll, honey, and babes. -Please don't take his hoodie or face mask, sometimes his only comfort is those things when he feels he can't come to you. -Emotional guy.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta fluff #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby #tim wright #tim wright x reader #tim wright headcanons #brian thomas #brian thomas x reader #brian thomas headcanons

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bogusboxed · 1 year

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Boxtober - Day 31: "The Halloween Massacre."

Day 31: -The Proxies X GN!Reader “A Sweet Treat” x “I’m not alone, and neither are you.”

I do not own any of the proxies and do not take credit for them.

Trigger Warning(s): Graphic Descriptions of pain, Blood, Violence, and Fear elements.

When the glass shattered into your hand, you weren’t sure what you expected. You were barely hanging on when all of this happened. You had just hoped everything would clear up. You just wished you could’ve gone back in time and warned the past, even though that was far from now. You shifted as you could still hear the recoil from a mile away as a warm crimson ran down your arm. You recalled the moments that led up to this heart-pounding moment as you could hear faint yelling in the distance.

You lazily woke up from your nap, not caring about your current surroundings and just trusting that it wasn’t anything bad. You could feel yourself leaning against something warm as you felt a gentle bounce push you up. You shifted from where you had been partly laid. You muttered something, feeling your eyelids heavy on your figure. You were still filled with a tired haze, but you also had the desire to know what was happening around you. You blinked your eyes open, looking around lazily. Though your fatigue was strong, you still managed to get a grasp on your surroundings. You were in your shared van with your friends on an open, rocky road on some back road that Brian swore he knew. At that point, you were confident that the bouncing was coming from and being caused by the roadways. And for some reason, you were comfortable with seeing it as almost a regular thing. You huffed, going back to your original spot to get some more shut-eye against the metal. At least that was the plan until the van hit a larger rock, making you go into flight or fight mode. You could hear a sharp cuss come from the person behind you, the same person you had been coincidentally leaning on.

"What the fuck?" Toby cursed at the two men who were operating it in front.

You could feel your soul spike from internal regret as you pulled yourself away from his shoulder, not knowing how you’d been resting on him. You felt a sliver of cringe and pity for him, but he didn't seem all that upset, as if you hadn’t crossed a line and it was just you over-thinking. He seemed pretty contemptuous about it all, just upset at the reckless driver ahead. As you processed everything, you fully realized that you had been in a van. Though that was obvious, you had just fully taken it in. You hadn’t a clue why you were here or when you fell asleep, but even so, you’d gotten distracted by the events that were currently taking place. You exhaled, calming down from the initial high of being rudely awoken. Though, in the shadows of the van, you could see Kate’s figure sitting a good distance from the both of you, as Masky and Hoodie had been in the front. You should have been facing the masked men that Toby was currently cursing at, but instead, you were getting used to your current surroundings.

"I can’t do anything about that," Brian muttered while driving the van, occasionally glimpsing in the mirror to see the three of you.

He sighed firmly as Toby huffed in response.

"Looks like you're finally up, [Name]" Kate hummed among the chaos with a sweeter voice than the other two.

She seemed happy to see you finally up.

"What’s going on?" you yawned faintly as you could hear Toby shift to the left of you.

"Mission," she answered you as you sighed, not wanting to go on a mission.

But you were also not about to fight her words. So you just accepted what was going to happen shortly. Though it was weird how often you’d lose track of time and how much you’d end up in situations like this not remembering a single thing. But you did know one thing, and that one thing was the fact that it was Halloween night. The one night everyone was out and you’d all fit in perfectly. So, you all probably wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking, though you were sure Brian was still going to make you nonetheless. He'd say it was a good practice or use some other mentor wording.

"It's Halloween night, isn't it?" "Wouldn't that make tonight riskier?" you inhaled, just putting in your two cents' worth of effort.

"Well, I forget about that but hey nonetheless happy Halloween." Tim joined in for no apparent reason, huffing.

He seemed oddly tired with the way he spoke, but, yet again, he always spoke that way. You gazed at the man in the flannel for a moment or two. You made a noise in agreement as you could feel meaningless stares directed at you. Though still, no one answered your question, the van continued on its voyage, being driven by Brian's calculated swerving. You exhaled wanting to know what to expect but not wanting to push anything.

"The mission shouldn’t be that bad; it's just a target downtown." Tim seemed to notice your anxious glare as he tried to comfort your shaken state.

You exhaled, accepting his words with ease, seeing as how Hoodie would've given a ten-hour lecture if it had been a harsher task. And in doing so, Tim mentally told you he didn't want to be there either and comforted you about your anxieties. Afterward, the van quickly sank into silence. No one spoke, having nothing to fill the void of noise, though it wasn’t all bad. You had each other's presence, and that was more than enough. Just to have no words uttered but, only each other's shared memories to comfort one another. And you could tell that even with Toby upset, he wasn't going to be permanently angry. Because at the end of the day, you all only had each other. Because there was no sane person who could ever go down to your level or even understand what you all went through. No one could ever bond in the way you all five did, and it would probably stay that way for a while.

Though your train of thought was interrupted by Brian suddenly stopping, and as Toby's silent rage rose, you looked out of one of the nearby van windows to be met with an expansive neighborhood. But it wasn’t just any normal neighborhood. This one was covered by various Halloween decorations and all sorts of spooky treats. It looked like a neighborhood that someone would write up in a book due to how many celebrated the spooky day. The place had been covered in different blaring lights as kids ran up and down the streets, clearly on a sugar high. You could mentally hear the screaming the children let out for no apparent reason. You internally cringed watching the younger kids go ham as mothers sat back not caring about what their kids did. even if it meant stealing the entire bucket of candy. And you didn't even want to imagine the angsty teens at this time of night. And after looking at this spectacle, you suddenly remembered the burden of the holidays. You remembered why the creeps didn't celebrate them all that much. You could hear Toby let out a string of cuss words, knowing this mission just got vastly harder. You could feel the desire to just stay in the van and go back to bed burning within you.

"Alright, Kate and Toby will head toward the east side of the neighborhood while Tim will stay back to keep guard," and before Brian could finish his explanation and give his direct orders, Toby interrupted him.

"Of course, Tim doesn’t have to do shit," he complained as Tim chuckled lightly, knowing his part of the mission would be a breeze.

"Anyway, me and [name] will head north, and don't forget to use your walkie-talkie if anything gets dicey." Brian adjusted his ski mask to cover his entire face, as Kate had already made a move to leave.

It seemed that even when those two had been sitting for hours on end, they still seemed ready to go on their assigned mission. Meanwhile, on the other hand, you were exhausted for no apparent reason other than your body wanted payback for something you couldn't even remember. You could hear Toby grudgingly forcing himself to get up and follow Kate, with whom he was paired. He grabbed a few knives, knowing that it wasn't a good idea to bring a real axe into the public, even if it was Halloween night. Though, thinking about it, Brian probably put the two together so Kate could make sure Toby didn’t do anything too stupid. You had to give it to Brian; that was a pretty smart decision on his end. Because you knew that if you let Toby out on his own after being a rogue proxy for so long, he'd probably kill more than half the neighborhood. Though you were sure that Kate was comically murdering Brian in her mind for setting her up like that,

You thought to yourself as you got out as well. You bid the rest of your friends' good luck, as Toby still mentally stabbed Tim with his stares. You looked around your surroundings once again, taking plenty of mental notes. like how the van was parked on the side of the road in a darker part of the neighborhood to not draw any suspicion. Another part of it was that none of you had dressed up since you all looked right at home during Halloween. None of you would stick out, so you didn’t bother to change. The only one who might get stared at would be Tim, but he could probably disguise himself as some southern cowboy. Your shoes hit the concrete as you followed Hoodie closely, watching his stiff figure make progress quickly.

"Scouting only," his tall figure muttered.

You knew it was him speaking, but, even with his voice, you couldn't feel safe with how intimidating he looked and sounded. You could only hear the muffle that was his voice. You nodded in obedience as he stood tall, letting himself blend in.

As the two of you got into the more populated part, kids seemed to avoid the both of you. They gave Hoodie a horrified look in a discreet way, but you didn’t think much of it until a kid screamed and ran from him. You both stood still. You let out a light chuckle, not expecting to witness that, and clearly, he didn't either.

“How are you scaring kids by simply existing?" You looked at his frozen frame as he tilted his head toward you as if to say he was glad to know he wasn't the only one who witnessed that.

"I haven’t a clue," he answered disappointedly, knowing how scared he must have looked at those children.

But to you, it was pretty funny knowing his goal had been not to draw attention, and he did it by existing. He broke his own goal by just naturally looking scary. It was cute at the moment, but it eventually got drowned out by the thought of your mission. And how truly sinister your shared mission truly was; thinking about it ruined the atmosphere you two had for a moment. You mentally ignored it as you went further into the northern part, but Brian still managed to make kids run. even with your shared thought process. You assumed people thought the same way you did when you guessed his scary traits, which were his height and his mask.

The breeze was gentle as kids raced past the both of you, occasionally dropping a fun-sized candy bar along the way. And you could tell Brian couldn't tell if they were running either out of fear or because they were having great fun. He was never the best at reading social cues. You looked up at the dark sky, with only the moonlight to light the area around the two of you. You smiled to yourself, seeing how the both of you were so relaxed at the moment, even with the accidental scares. The stars twinkled as the night grew deeper, and the need to finish the mission was only growing.

"You think the others got anything?" you asked, breaking the silence, and he sighed upon hearing you not use any code lingo.

. He was disappointed in your lack of hiding the fact you were after something. He glanced at you for a moment before detaching his walkie-talkie from his belt and placing it to his ear. He seemed to agree with wanting to know any updates. You could hear static blares as well as faint voices from his end.

"Did you find them, over?" he answered to someone on your shared end, as you could hear a feminine voice. It was probably Kate talking to both of them.

You stood there listening and watching him use the walkie-talkie seamlessly with little to no struggle. And when he did so, the only thing you could think of was the last time, which was Toby’s absolute struggle to use one. You remembered that you both sat there, with you laughing and him turning like twelve things that shouldn’t have been turned. You lightly chuckled to yourself when you saw Hoodie getting anxious due to how long he’d had this thing in his ear. He was probably just nervous enough to be slightly out of place as he spoke again.

"Got it over and out." He huffed to himself as, through his ski mask, he gazed at you.

You motioned for him to go ahead and give you the news from the others.

"They overheard some party in the west region, and it's sounding like our target is there," he answered to your motion, watching your smile fade a tad.

You exhaled upon hearing that it was going to be in a public place, though you did get a sense of reassurance that it wasn’t some poor kid trying to enjoy the holiday. You had no desire to become a child murderer on top of all the other things you've committed.

"What happened to the code lingo?" You lightened up the mood, sensing he was glancing at your anxious state.

He paused for a moment as the things he just said seemed to flashback, and you knew he was going to beat himself up after that one mentally. You chuckled at his stance as he loosened up upon seeing the smile laced across your face. He just couldn't bring himself to criticize the way you attracted attention in public. After a good minute of taking second looks and making sure to retrace everything, you soon both concluded to head back to the van, seeing as the other two were planning to do the same. You passed the same over-decorated houses, now somewhat recognizing the area. You hummed to entertain yourself as you watched kids knock on different doors. even with the decorated houses. There were still some that weren’t lit with any decorations, which wasn't surprising. People had the right not to celebrate the holiday for any reason; it was all in good fun nonetheless. You and Brian soon passed a fairly under-decorated house with a Halloween-themed bucket sitting on the driveway. The more you looked, you could see a flimsy note with the words "Take one!" written on it. You could feel a spike of interest rise as you went off the path momentarily and grabbed two childish pieces of candy. He stopped for a moment, staring you down and almost wanting to stop you. But he couldn't, not wanting to draw any attention by doing so. He stood there waiting for your meaningless tomfoolery to commence so he could get back on track. Though you could feel his stare burn into the back of your neck, you just couldn't find it in yourself to care about his disapproval.

"Why’d you grab two?" he huffed as the both of you went back on task.

"So I could give you one," you muttered, passing him the other.

He took it with hesitation, almost disappointed in you, but he seemed pleasantly surprised, all things considered. He stuffed it in his pocket, just as you did the same. The house lights helped you find your way, as you could now see the van in the distance with the streetlights reflecting its lack of color. And the more you looked at it, the more you realized that it looked like the type of van that would have "free candy" carved into the side. You'd have to joke about that with Toby later, you thought as you joined Brian's side. You exhaled as you could hear noise coming from inside. You glanced at Hoodie, seeing him freeze momentarily out of despondency. You both approached the ruckus as he grabbed one of the doors, swinging it open abruptly. You could tell he tried to catch them off guard, and he did. The noise ceased as he just stood there staring. And before any of them could explain themselves, Brian started to speak.

"I and Kate will scout from behind while Tim and [name] will go in directly." And Toby can just stay here." Brian had a descending tone near the end as Toby squinted at the man.

"This feels targeted," he muttered as he sat on the van’s flooring.

not liking how Hoody put it but also not minding that he got to stay back from the mission. You sighed in envy as Tim got out of the door and made his way out. He seemed to be enjoying not doing anything but smoking. He muttered as he grudgingly put on his mask. He wasn’t a big fan of his iconic mask and had his reasoning behind it. He shifted out as he stood next to you. You both stood still, taking in any input that Brian had to put in, seeing as the both of you got the riskier end of having to be in a more vulnerable spot. as they both took off into the more isolated part of the neighborhood and back into the forest. You and Tim started to head directly north, leaving Toby alone. It wasn’t the best idea to leave him like that, but it was even worse to question Hoodie's judgment. So you sighed, not caring enough about it to pry at it mentally anymore.

You continued to walk with him, knowing he had smoked before this. Even though at first you could never stand the smell, you eventually got used to it after spending so much time around him. And maybe that’s what he wanted to happen.

"Nice costume," you muttered, testing the waters to see if he was in a better mood than normal.

"Gee, thanks!" he exclaimed with barely any excitement in his voice.

Though he had a more raspy, tired tone, you could tell he wasn’t upset. You’d managed to catch him in a better mood, which would play in your favor. Especially during a more open mission like this, And you all knew he struggled with public spaces. You followed the unfamiliar concrete, trusting Tim to call you out if you made any mistakes. It was fairly dark, as you only had minimal lighting and sound to guide you. And the closer you two got to the house, the louder the music got. And the more people there were, ranging from kids just passing by to people who were enjoying the party a little too much and weren't children.

You both were about to report back to Kate about making it to the supposed house when a kid ran up to the both of you.

"Aren’t you two too old to be trick-or-treating?" The short kid stared at Tim with a sour look.

He seemed to target Tim, seeing him as the older and more elderly of you two. The kid wore an astronaut costume that was too big for him as he stood confidently. Tim just stood there awkwardly, really not wanting to deal with this.

"I'm here for the party, actually," he said, breaking the staring contest as the kid with his bucket in hand glanced toward the house.

"You’re not cool enough to go to my older sister’s party." He snapped out at the both of you for a split second.

You wondered where this kid’s parents were, but it makes sense why they just left him here. You needed to get back on track and task, but you couldn’t with the child in the way. So, you did the only logical thing. You were going to scare him.

"Don’t you know you should be out?" "There's an evil... beaver out at this hour," you mentally slapped yourself for the terrible story you just made up.

Even with it, you could feel the apparent smile creep up on your face. And you swore you could hear Tim let out a chuckle right along with you. The kid backed up for a second, looking around him. Paranoia was visibly setting in as he felt like something was watching him. though you were sure nothing was.

"Yeah, and he carries an axe to swing at his unexpected victims," Tim added, which reminded you of a certain person. as if to point and laugh at a certain close friend of yours.

"I'm not scared," the self-proclaimed astronaut huffed, as you could tell he was just by the way his hands were shaken.

And the way he looked around, he was visibly uncomfortable. He was fearing the made-up beaver.

"You should be," Tim muttered with an ominous edge to his voice.His voice was just dripping with a campfire scary story as you watched him tense up from fear.

The kid stood for a moment, flinching. He suddenly turned around and ran for it, dropping plenty of candy on the way back to wherever he came from. You looked at Tim, who now had a small smile pasted on his face. That was probably cruel, but there were worse things you could've done to the astronaut. For example, if he were your target, that would be much worse.

"Menace." You smiled right along with Tim as you heard your walkie-talkie go off.

You quickly reached for it as you placed the cold plastic against your ear. Your carefree stance quickly turned professional, ready for action.

"Hello over?" You broke the silence, as you could hear shuffling on the other side.

"I’m bored," Toby said on the other side as he dragged his words out.

Your stance lessened as you quickly relaxed into the phone, not hearing Hoodie's condescending tone.

"Just wait; it shouldn’t take long," you answered, as you could hear Tim scoff.

"..sure." He gave up on the walkie-talkie lingo as you hear him shift in the van.

He muttered things that the walkie-talkie didn't pick up. And before you could say anything else, he cut the line abruptly. You mentally cursed him out for being upset with you for not solving his boredom.

"Guessing Toby?" Tim looked at your less-than-stressed face.

"Yeah," you answered under your breath, tucking the walkie back under your shirt.

Tim chuckled at your disappointed response as the both of you got back on task. You gazed toward the well-lit house as you could see the shadows of people dancing.

"Teenage party?" You could hear him huff, clearly not wanting to be adults at a younger party.

You lightly chuckled at his response as you kept your eyes on the entrance and once again took out your walkie-talkie. You wanted to hear the next course of action, and you knew he wouldn't mind explaining every detail to you if you simply asked. You switched to Brian's line as you placed it against your ear.

"Hello over?" you broke the silence, staring at the house in front of you and Tim.

You could hear static for a brief moment as he placed the device against his ear.

"What’s wrong over?" Hoodie’s husky voice was well translated over the talkie as you took a second.

"At the house, what's the next course of action over?" You lowered your tone, not wanting anyone to hear you.

"Uh--" Brian was going to announce something before he sharply stated "Fuck" in a whisper-like tone.

You could hear the recoil of him shifting from whatever position he was in. "What?" You didn’t manage to keep your professional talk up, hearing the panic in the other male’s voice.

"Get out of there," he stated sharply, with a certain rasp to his voice.

Your face tensed for a moment as Tim immediately realized something was wrong. Whatever had just happened on his side was major. He would never joke about something like that. Something was wrong. Something was wrong, and you could feel it only getting worse and festering in your mind. You needed to hear Brian affirm that everything was okay as Tim seemed to get closer almost in a way to comfort your form.

"A rogue proxy is in the area, Jeff." Hoodie seemed to snap out at you, practically begging you to get the fuck out.

He answered your mental question as he was struggling on the other end. You could feel your stomach contort as you froze. Your grip on the plastic increased as your heart felt like it was being squeezed. You could feel your flight or fight instinct bubble up within you.

"He's headed directly toward your area; get out now." Your hands shook against the plastic, frantically trying to process it.

"Get to the van within five minutes. If you don’t make it, we’ll be forced to leave you over and out." Brian ended the line with those words, warning you of the danger in the area.

And the danger was something you hadn't expected. It was one of the rogue proxies who worked for no one but themselves and the operator. He would kill you on sight, and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. Your heart was racing for once. You were up against an apex. You suddenly didn't feel like you were in control. You felt like prey, ready to be torn apart. You stood no chance against a rogue, especially not Jeff.

"Tim, we need to go." Your eyes widened looking at him as his eyebrows furrowed at you.

You could feel some form of cough come out of your throat. You could feel the fear the kid astronaut had gone through. You were wondering if this was it or not. Tim swallowed thickly as the both of you turned back to the van. He didn't question a word you spoke. He trusted you with his life. You both picked up the pace, not caring about bystanders. You didn't care about the eyes on either of you because their sight was going to be bludgeoned right out of them within minutes.

“What the fuck is happening?" Tim looked at you as his steps were heavy, following right along with you.

"Rouge proxy, it’s going to be a massacre in a few minutes." You got it out of your system as he cussed under his breath, following the similar way you had just been walking.

Though it made sense, the larger scene probably drew the proxy’s attention seeing that many people. Those people were just a way to add to his kill count. And the fact that it was Halloween didn't help. It was just too perfect to ruin. You should've expected this. You both took sharp turns, being under a timer that Tim wasn’t aware of. The pressure of both of your lives in your hands was just stacking up.

"Who?" Tim rushed out as you rushed up the concrete sidewalk.

"Jeff." You pushed yourself to keep up, not wanting to be next.

You could tell Tim froze upon hearing that news. You knew he hated those types of proxies. They had no care for anything and had completely lost it. But Jeff was worse than that because he dragged everyone he could along with him. And he was the reason you were here today. You could feel your straining muscles, but it didn't matter to you. A small pain or two was much better than having your brains splattered on the sidewalk. You could see the van in the distance. And for a moment, you felt like you had made it in time. You felt like you were going to make it. That was until you could hear a high-pitched scream come from behind. It was way behind you, but it was still enough to make you scared. And it ensured that you weren't safe until the van was on the move because now Jeff had made his presence known. The massacre had just begun, with no plans to stop anytime soon. And by this point, you’d all abandoned the mission, and this was life or death. If you didn’t get in the damned van, you’d be fucked. Brian couldn’t risk the lives of the others if you two couldn’t run fast enough. It was just protocol. You could feel something in your break when the van’s doors were open. Either they were waiting for you or someone else got to them first. But, luckily, as your scattered breath got into the van, Toby was still there.

"What’s going on?" Toby abruptly woke up from his nap, looking at your shared panting breath.

"Where’s Brian and Kate?" you looked at Toby as his eyebrow furrowed.

"On their mission?" He looked at you firmly before stiffening.

He could tell something was wrong. It was clear that Brian didn't have the time to warn Toby.

"There's a rogue proxy." Tim cut to the chase as Toby squinted upon hearing the name.

It wasn’t so long ago that he was one before he changed.

"Jeff," you answered the question he probably had mentally as his jaw tightened upon hearing that name.

Toby started to faintly visualize watching you two emerge from the van.

"I’ll drive." Tim looked at the both of you getting into the front of the vehicle.

You could feel your heart stop for a moment as your heart spoke for you.

"What about Kate and Brian?" you managed to say as Tim froze holding the wheel.

You'd just put that thought into his mind. He'd just realize what he'd lose if he took off right now.

“I—" He was going to say something, but he stopped.

It was almost as if he saw something that you hadn't. You could feel yourself becoming anxious as you needed to hear him communicate with you two.

"What?" Toby muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He took the question right from under you as you listened.

"They took the fucking key," Tim mentally cursed out Brian.

And even if that were a terrible thing for you guys, you could feel a sense of relief wash over you. You wouldn't be forced to make that decision.

"We’ll just wait for them; they shouldn’t take long." Toby stared at Tim montonely.

. He kept his emotions under wraps in a professional way, but you could tell by his tensing how scared he was.

"I don’t want to leave them; it's just protocol," he huffed as he tried to relax, but you could see his sight go into the mirrors to be aware of his surroundings.

You knew he was anything but calm; he was far from it. The longer the three of you waited, the more screams came from the neighborhood.

The more it felt like you guys were sitting ducks waiting to be shot, "We’re fucked." Tim took a cigarette out, ready to smoke his heart out, as he threw his mask to the side of his face, revealing his fluffy hair.

"I’m not leaving my fucking friends!" Toby snapped at the man in the flannel, not caring about Tim’s last statement.

He was getting fed up with Tim's pessimism.

"It’s Brian’s order." He lit his cigarette violently, not bothering to ventilate it. almost, as if he thought that'd be his final one.

"We can’t even leave if we wanted to, so stop fighting for fucks sake." You lost your voice at the two fighting about the situation.

“We’re staying here until Brian and Kate get here." You relaxed your stance, feeling the fixated gaze of Toby on you as Tim just smoked.

You saw where both of them were coming from. You knew they were just scared, but that was no excuse for fighting while a bloodthirsty animal was off its leash.

"There's the no man behind bullshit." Tim hummed as he let the nicotine rot his mind.

You could see him physically relaxed, leaning back with a smile laced across his face.

"Tim’s high, and I’m panicking." "You're going to be alone fighting that bitch, and I won’t be able to do anything about it," you could see Toby pull his legs up to his chest heaving.

He was stressed out so badly just thinking about the situation. And your heart went out to him; you didn't want to see him like that.

"I’m not alone, and neither are you." You looked at his frantic state as you shifted your figure next to him.

You reassured him that it wasn't over, and it seemed your presence was enough for Toby to get his breathing back on track as he aggressively leaned into you. You had to be his rock. His anchor, you would say, would be the thing that kept him from floating. You had to ground him from his thoughts. You could see Tim’s smoke blow into the back of the van as he was stressed over his mind. He never led missions; he had always been third in charge under Brian and then Kate. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to leave his best friend, and he couldn't, and he knew that even with what he had said. You could smell the flumes as they ruthlessly traveled to the back of the van, having nowhere else to go. You didn’t know what you could say to Tim to just make him calm down. But he was smoking, so he was probably getting it together by getting looser.

"What the fuck do I do?" Tim lightly chuckled to himself as he inhaled harshly.

He hit the steering wheel a few times just to get some of the stress off of him, and before you could comfort him, you heard something. You could hear someone running rapidly toward the van; your stomach dropped, not knowing who it was. You peered out the window to see Brian and Kate’s forms running toward the van. Your heart swelled with relief upon seeing the others. You could tell Tim was already aware of their presence as he quickly got into gear, putting out his cigarette on the dashboard. Kate had her machete in hand, and Brian had a gun firmly in hand. They were close to the van as you swung open the doors for them. Toby pulled a decent distance away from you, feeling better about seeing them. Kate headed for the back door as Brian aimed for the front. You could tell he knew Tim was in front as he rushed in. You could see the both of them relax somewhat as they settled in the van; they were weighing the whole thing down with their sudden arrival. They were huffing as Kate practically slid in as Brian tossed the keys to Tim. He turned the ignition as the engine roared for fuel. He got it into gear, pressing down on the gas, ready to bust ass. The vehicle took off as the doors were still wide open. It seemed like you were all in a hurry. You shifted to go shut the doors as you could see two figures in the distance. As you recoiled, trying to figure out who it was even though you already knew the answer, it was Jeff and Liu in the distance. And Liu had his gun pointed right at you. You pulled it back with all of your force, shutting one of the doors as the van bounced you all against the rocky road. The gunshot broke the glass of the shutter as you sat on the floor, feeling the shattered glass rain on you. Kate quickly came to your side, grabbing the other as she was about to shut it, and you could tell he was going to shoot again. And he was aiming right for her hand. You pushed yourself up, fully shutting the door, as the glass left on your palm was stuck deep in your hand. You could feel the pain flare up, almost like you'd just burned your hand. Your pain felt like a statistic that was skyrocketing and then drastically dropping. Your hands were over Kate’s as the bullet went against the metal doors. "Get down!" Brian huffed, as Kate had already done so. Both doors were now tightly shut, with one window broken. You could feel the glass against every part of your body. You shifted awkwardly, sliding down the metal door, as none of you had expected to see his brother among them. The rogue proxies never worked with anyone, which made them the way they were, but maybe they had joined forces for a common goal. Or maybe it was something else. You panted as you sat against the frame of the van door. You held your wrist, feeling a sudden burning sensation in your hand. The sharp, burning sensation was all you could currently focus on; nothing else seemed to matter other than the feeling. The feeling of a throbbing pain rising and falling with the bonus of a disorienting haze clouding your mind. You could see the glass now tainted with your crimson liquid. The blood ran down your hand and arm as you held your hand there. Seeing the clear, crystal-like shard stick out from your palm Kate soon reached out, holding your injured arm, as you could hear aggressive shifting to your left.

"Everyone alright?" Tim managed to get out, adjusting his hold on the wheel, seeing as all of you were now a good distance away from the soon-to-be massacre of a neighborhood.

"Yeah, though [Name] got their hand injured." Kate's voice was gentle as she grabbed the medicine kit that Toby had thrown at her.

"Okay, good. "Now, wanna explain to me why you two took so long?" Tim raised his voice in a panic; he seemed to be overwhelmed by the current events.

as Toby was staring at you with a concerned look. "We got chased in the forest behind the house," Brian answered for both of them.

"Mid conversation, we saw them, and once we made our move, we had to take a long way so they wouldn’t ambush." But, they saw us in the end, and we had to run for it." Kate sighed, pulling out an antiseptic and a bandage.

She gently reached for your hand, grabbing your wrist as she poured it on. Your hand burned with intense, sudden pain, and you could feel your muscles flare up as she kept a good hold on you. You tried not to move, but it just felt impossible not to. She waited for a moment before applying a bandage to your bruising wound. She tried to be as delicate as possible which was hard due to the fresh gash in your palm. She put a second of pressure on it, which you thought was for medical purposes but was instead for comfort.

"Thank you." She admitted her mistakes, feeling bad for your wound.

You just saved her from losing her entire hand. You made a noise that sounded like "Uh huh." You were just too sleepy to answer anything else. From the sudden adrenaline rush to the sudden wound, it was getting to be too much. It was probably just the blood loss. as you couldn’t move your hand as you gently placed it down. Everything felt sharp to the touch, and your hand didn’t feel usable anymore. as Kate pulled down her sleeve, swiping away any fallen glass on your figure. She was trying her best to make it up to you which you greatly appreciated from her and you could tell she knew.

Your hand was now numb as you took the pain relief that Tim had recommended. You could now see Toby’s figure slowly sit next to you to provide you comfort, just like you had done for him. He wasn’t good at vocal comfort, but he was doing enough just by caring. You felt your breathing become more regular, and you were not feeling the wound as badly. You could feel a sense of excitement arrive just from the fact that you made it out. You've all survived Jeff and his brother. You had lived to tell the tale, but you were sure he wasn't done with you. He'd be back, but it was nice for the moment. Tim relaxed, seeming to not be as tense as he once was moments ago. Though Brian, on the other hand, had his ski mask up to his forehead trying to catch a second.

"I hate rogues," Brian muttered, thinking about the mission that had just collapsed upon you all.

Tim laughed in agreement as everything seemed to lighten up from the original stress and climax of it all. You lightly chuckled, deciding to add a comedic moment to the new voyage, as you dug in your pocket and pulled out a piece of candy, handing it to Toby. It is now much more melted and less new, but candy is candy. You passed it, knowing it was the same one you and Brian had taken. Toby seemed to tilt his head eagerly while taking it. You knew he enjoyed chocolate as you relaxed against Kate. She didn't mind your dependence on her, as she even adjusted her position to make it more enjoyable for the both of you.

What would your life be without the adrenaline you get from your friends? What would life be without them? You couldn’t imagine it, and you wouldn't, as Tim drove while he shared his cigarettes with Brian, who insisted he didn’t want one but took one nonetheless. And Toby munched on the candy as Kate watched your wound intensively. You had a group that cared about each other. You had a group that survived the Halloween massacre, and there was nothing much that could ruin it. other than dying, but that was just part of the risk. It was just a part of the fun of working for the operator, and you couldn't imagine being stuck with anyone else but your team.

A/N - We finally finished Boxtober !! I hoped all of you enjoyed it! <3

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