Creepypasta AU Headcanons
Midnight City: Tim / Masky
☆ 33 years old, human, 5’9”, tree trunk of a man, very sturdy and strong. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes.
☆ Has deep bags under his eyes, has horrible insomnia, night terrors, and occasional sleep apnea.
☆ Only willingly became a proxy after Brian found and recruited him. He had lost everything and lived alone for so long, eaten alive by guilt and betrayal.
☆ When the tapes ended, Tim ran away to a small coastal town in Texas. He stayed there for just over a year, doing odd jobs and being a farmhand. He wanted a change, a few months later so he travelled north to Chicago, hated it, and finally settled on New Hampshire before Brian found him.
☆ Tim is best described as tired, sardonic, quiet, and introspective. He’s one of the more well adjusted individuals to live in the Forest.
☆ Does his job and goes home.
☆ He’s not the most social person, and prefers to keep his circle small. Tim doesn’t pretend he likes the serial killers who call the Forest home, but he’ll be civil to maintain peace.
☆ All he really wants is peace and his best friend to be by his side, and he mostly has that so life is … fine.
☆ Keeps a small leather bound journal to take notes, but he’ll frequently use up pages just doodling.
☆ Tim handmade the journal by making recycled paper pages and using leather from a slaughtered cow.
☆ When on farm duty, Tim most often goes for coyote watch. It’s a good excuse to be alone, have time to have a smoke or three, relax…and avoid slaughter duty.
☆ The definition of “it’s taken so much violence to become so peaceful.”
☆ Even though there is no technical hierarchy amongst the proxies, Tim has been given a leader type role by the others because of his age, maturity, and life experience.
☆ He doesn’t enjoy violence at all, even when the mask comes on, it makes him sick. He’d rather do anything than kill or harm someone.
☆ Sadly, Tim has had to kill and has been in life or death positions too many times to be mentally okay with.
☆ In the late spring and summer, you can almost always find him at one of the lakes. He’ll sit by the shore, enjoying the sun and whatever small hobby he has while he has his freedom.
☆ On winter nights he’ll bundle up and bring blankets to the cattle barn. Sometime’s he’ll fall asleep on one of the cows.
☆ Snaps his fingers, hums, and sings to himself a lot. He has an acoustic guitar in his cabin, but misses the other instruments he’d play.
☆ If a lead has an instrument, you can bet that Tim will be eyeing it and kinda hoping they won’t pass the recruitment process so he can get his mitts on it.
☆ Tim describes the worst part of his job as “composting the bodies and knowing human remains seed nutrients in the soil he grows food for and walks on”
☆ His very best friend and confidant is Brian. They’re almost always together. They’re a refreshing reminder that even in a fucked up, miserable world, friendship and joy can still exist. They’re always laughing and talking about any and everything.
☆ He considers Dove as his little sister. He understands her loneliness and can relate to her loss, grief, and depression. They’re good friends and Tim actually makes an effort to keep this relationship alive.
☆ Tim also considers Toby as a younger sibling. Tim doesn’t really give a fuck about Toby’s mood swings and has been planting seeds in the guy’s head on how to man up. He’s not as close with Toby though on account of them not having much in common.
☆ With Rogue and Kate, Tim can’t be bothered to try and understand them. He’s respectful and kind towards them, but generally doesn’t care much for them.
His playlist: