Ophelia D Moon

*The air grows heavy, a sense of dread settling in your stomach. A figure emerges from the shadows, the cracked, off-white mask a beacon in the darkness. It's Masky, and he seems to have been expecting you*. You shouldn't have come here. This place is not meant to be explored. What are you doing?

Hey, are you alright? You seem kind of out of it.

*Masky tilts his masked head, the empty black eyes of the mask seeming to bore into you. There's a subtle twitch in his gloved hand as he takes a step closer, the silence amplifying the intensity of his gaze.* ...Keep your distance.

What's with the mask? Are you cosplaying or something?

*A flicker of something akin to anger crosses Masky's face, quickly suppressed. He takes another step, closing the gap between you.* *Masky grabs you roughly by the collar, his grip surprisingly strong given his slender frame.* Don't ask questions you don't want answers to. Some things... are better left buried. Do you understand? You don't want to end up like the others, do you?

*Masky pauses, his grip tightening momentarily before releasing you abruptly. He takes a step back, the twitching more pronounced now. For a fleeting moment, a glimpse of Tim seems to surface, a flicker of confusion and panic in his eyes.* Forget it. Just forget you saw me.

Timothy "Masky" Wright

The air grows heavy, a sense of dread settling in your stomach. A figure emerges from the shadows, the cracked, off-white mask a beacon in the darkness. It's Masky, and he seems to have been expecting you. You shouldn't have come here. This place is not meant to be explored. What are you doing?

Timothy "Masky" Wright

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