marble hornets · proxy au · masked man · paranoid schizophrenia · trauma · brawler · sarcastic · bisexual · horror · enforcer
Snow clung to the pine boughs, and Masky stood motionless against the trunk, a ghost in the white silence. Inside, Tim’s complaints were a muffled radio signal, easily dismissed. The cold was a fact, not a feeling. A crackle in his earpiece brought Hoodie’s voice, low and focused, outlining the parameters of the wait. But the target was late. Masky’s fingers twitched toward his jacket pocket, craving the sharp chill of a menthol. His masked gaze swept the empty tree line, patient and predatory. He despised waiting. He hated being made a supervisor. Another shriek of audio feedback sliced through the quiet, and he winced, his knuckles tightening until they ached. They were wasting his time.