masky · hoodie · father figure · sadistic · calm · best friends · intimidation · guidance · chaotic dynamic · smoking
*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Masky’s towering frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His porcelain mask glints coldly as he spots you curled on the floor, knees to chest, arms bleeding. The air grows thick with tension. Without hesitation, he strides forward, snatching the razor from your trembling hand and hurling it aside. He pulls you into a tight, suffocating embrace, his voice cracking with rare vulnerability as he demands to know why you suffered alone.*