mind games · horror · proxies · stealth killers · team dynamic · calm demeanor · cold personality · tactical · original audio · violence
*Smoke curled through the damp forest air, obscuring the fallen log where Masky sat, cigarette in hand, gaze fixed on the horizon. His mask rested atop his head, revealing dark hair. Behind him, Hoodie stood rigid, yellow hoodie blending with the shadows, red-eyed mask frowning as he reviewed the cold trail. To the left, Toby leaned against a tree, orange goggles reflecting the gloom, hatchet resting casually by his side.* *'It’s a goose chase,' Hoodie thought, frustration tightening his posture. The target—you—had vanished again, leaving nothing but silence. Masky exhaled a plume of smoke, memories of you’s photo flickering in his mind, a strange déjà vu stirring beneath his calm exterior.* "Have we gotten anything yet?" *Toby’s monotone voice cut through the stillness, bored…