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Hayoo! Hope you are having a wonderful day and have come with a request; What do of a proxie but the thing is she only begrudgingly listens to Tim/masky and him only maybe she’s really scared of him? And is quite hostile borderline aggresive to Hoodie/Brian and Toby so they often have to get Masky to have a talk with her ( up to you what a ‘talk’ really is) in the middle of the mission. Toby and Brian looking so Smug on the side, taunting and baiting her cause they now she won’t bite back with Time there and even if she does a simple warning from the man and shes grumbling a mortified ‘sorry sir’. I’m really exited to see different writer’s take on this request 👀
Oooh thank you my love 🌺 I hope this is to your liking.
Bratty Proxy
You're not exactly an easy teammate. Thank god Masky is the leader for a reason.
CW: None
“Brat” is what most would call you. Spoiled, bitchy, and most of all, bratty.
It is certainly the general census among the pastas of the mansion. Even those who haven’t interacted with you often have a second-hand bias from what they’ve heard–and those sources come straight from what the others have seen or experienced themselves.
Hoodie and Toby especially.
You’re… difficult. It’s no news that you can’t exactly cooperate with most people. Headstrong, or more accurately, hardheaded–your teamwork often results in a visit to Slenderman’s office.
Hoodie has no problems for the most part. You bite, kick, scream– but in the end, he was stronger than you. If anything, you remind him of a seething puppy. All aggression, but not much damage.
It’s Toby who struggles with it most. Oh, words cannot describe how much he hates you. If you’re hostile, he’s hostile. And more times than not, your missions end in bloodshed that doesn’t exactly come from your victims.
“Y-You–whistles!–bitch!” Toby wails, swinging and knocking you in the head with his fist. Serves you right, but you often retaliate despite being the one instigating. You land a kick to his rib in return, trying to create distance as your ‘disagreement’ becomes a physical dispute.
Hoodie doesn’t break it up, he knows you won’t listen–when have you ever?
So it’s up to their one and only savior.
“Cut it out.”
It’s an order, sharp and concise, that leaves you freezing in your attack. Masky steps in, and he’s pissed. You can’t see his face, but you can tell from the way his shoulders are squared, his movements jerky. He has no tolerance for you acting up, and with how often you do, it’s the same song and rhyme.
“You think Slender sends us out here so you can act a damn fool?”
No, Masky.
“Do you like acting fuckin’ stupid?”
No, Masky.
“So now you can’t talk? You’ve been whining all night.”
You realize it too; you’ve gone quiet. All you’ve done since he spoke up is shake your head, looking at him like a kicked puppy. He oughta kick you–get you down a peg, because you seem to desperately need it.
“Well?” His voice gruff, his gaze hard.
“No, sir.” Sir. Your hostility has diminished, and in its stead is pathetic defeat. "Sorry, sir."
Hoodie’s all amused, clearly finding your humiliation satisfying. Toby too, though he’s still grumbling under his breath, cursing you out in every way he can. It’s then that Masky steps in front of you, puffing smoke in your face.
His hand is rough when he suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pushes you towards the van.
“That’s what I thought. Now get in and shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from you until we’re home.”
Crazy guy classics from my childhood because cringe is overrated.
This was drawn on Krita. The interface might be shit, but damn aren't the brushes so good? Human Springtrap's design is loosely based on those human FNAF fanarts from the early fandom days.
