I wanted to talk a bit more about Tim and Brian's relationship before, during and after everything that happened in the Marble Hornets series
(yes, this is canon in this au)
Analysis below! 👇
Before MH:
As I've already stated, Tim and Brian were dating back in college.
Tim was still struggling with his "hallucinations" and at first he didn't want Brian to know (even as friends, Brian knew very little about Tim's life) and was also very hesitant in being in a relationship with him, fearing that Slenderman (aka the Operator, but we call him Slendy here) will target Brian as well.
Within time, Brian managed to get Tim to open up to him about his past and, surprisingly, Brian was pretty chill about it all. He didn't make fun of him, nor left. Instead, he sat and listened. Once Tim finished talking, all Brian asked was
"Okay... How can I help you, or support you through all that?"
Didn't take them long to become a couple after that.
Brian kept his word. He did his best to support Tim through breakdowns and anxiety attacks. He also carried a second pack of the meds Tim took whenever they would go out together. Just in case, he always said.
Tim loved Brian. He was always so kind and understanding to him. Yet, Tim kept fearing that he might cause him harm. He avoided Brian for an entire week, hoping he would get pissed and leave him, see him for the mess he was and save himself. Brian did get pissed, but instead of leaving, he showed up at Tim's house, demanding answers. Tim confessed everything. And even then, Brian didn't leave him. They talked and once again reassured Tim that he was alright and that he was there for him no matter what. They were in this together.
During MH:
Tim and Brian as still together, going strong. Until shit starts to go downhill again and Tim starts taking distance, realising that he might be the cause of it all.
Of course, Brian notices and is very upset with Tim, as he had promised to talk about everything to him.
When Brian confronted him once again, Tim was not cooperative. A simple discussion escalated into a big argument, which ended in Tim breaking up wth Brian.
Later on, when Brian was investigating the abandoned mental hospital with Alex, he stumbled upon Tim having a coughing episode. Brian still carried Tim's pills with him. As he went to help him, he was attacked by Slenderman.
After MH:
Tim didn't manage to escape Slenderman's control and was forced to become one of his Proxies. He went by Masky now, wanting to distance himself from his past life. There was no going back, anyway. There was nothing left for him there.
Slenderman took him to his Mansion, in the middle of the woods. The building was filthy and was falling apart, the walls and floors full of holes and mold.
It didn't take long for Masky to realise he wasn't the only Proxy.
There was a girl staring at him from a corner. She had long black hair and a white mask.
Masky didn't go close to her.
And then, he saw someone he thought was long dead. Brian, or Hoodie, was standing there, staring right at him. Masky was sure he recognised him.
Hoodie walked up to him... And pulled him into a tight embrace.
After a short while, Masky hugged him back just as tight. He might have started crying, he wasn't sure, nor did he care.
And maybe, there was still a small piece of Tim still alive. Just as there was a small piece of Brian.
After all, they were in this hell together. Might as well keep each other company.
I may or may not have gone a bit overboard with my writing. But you get the point-
Characters: ticci toby, masky/tim wright, hoodie/brian thomas (very briefly)
Desc: after toby gets drunk again, tims at his limit.
Cws: implied alcoholism, guns/gunshots, blood talk, the proxys are fightinggggg
Really short, enjoy!
“God damn it rogers, you really fucked up this time,” tim yelled, slamming the car door.
Toby stood up, clinging to the car door. “Jesus T-tim im s… im sorry ti-”
Tim struck toby across the face, knocking toby to the ground with a yelp.
“Your really gonna turn out just like your father, aren't you? You think you can just go and get drunk and wander into town, nearly crash the only good car we have and just say ‘oh im sorry, oh im toby the retard, oh poor me!’ and ill just let you off the hook? Really?” Tim spat, towering over toby.
“Say that again tim, i didnt quite hear y-you,” toby snarled, shakily rising to his feet. He stumbled to the side, reaching for his hunting knife on his waist.
“I said your just like your damn father, is that clear enough for you? Oh, and dont act like your all tough reaching for that cute little knife of yours, you know i have a gun and that i have been dying to put a hole in that skull of yours.” Tim growled, reaching for the gun at his hip. “Your nothing but a lap dog, you're constantly proving that you're just a little kid who got too big for his boots by making me and brian rescue your ass from your own shitty decisions.”
“You think your ju- just so much better than- better than me, i saw those t-tapes. You know youre only alive because slender can use you however he wants and you wont fi- fight back.” Toby unsheathed his knife. “Your a coward tim. Your a coward and you know it. Alex knows it.”
Tim quickly drew his gun, pointing it at tobys head as he snickered.
“Oh, hit a n-nerve there didnt i timmy? Wann- wanna cry to daddy slender? Wanna go get d-drunk and try to kill yourself again?” Toby said, stepping closer to tim, waving his knife. “Or did he make you forget that too?”
Tim tensed, the ringing in his ears drowning out the sound of toby laughing. He could kill toby if he wanted, the opportunity was presented to him on a silver platter. Toby had never been anything but a thorn in his side, an irritating tag in his shirt. As he stared down the length of the pistol, his finger tightened around the trigger as tobys insane giggles.
“Shoot me tim! Shoo-”
The gun went off, striking toby in the leg as slenderman faded into tims vision. Toby collapsed, laying on his back laughing as tims vision went fuzzy, quickly falling to the ground.
•••
“Tim… tim… wake up…”
Tim bolted upright, reaching for the gun he kept on the nightstand, but nothing was there.
“Jesus tim its just me. Calm down.” Brian said, placing a hand on tims leg. As tim gained his bearings, he realized the white room was jacks medic room, the sterile white space becoming all too familiar.
“God, what happened??” Tim groaned, looking at the cot next to him. Toby was under the sheets, a cast on his leg. “Who shot toby?”
Brian sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Some dude, not real clear on who. Nobody will tell us. Im assuming you dont remember either. We found you passed out on the ground next to him.”
Tim rolled his head back, a dull ache in the back of his head. “Figures. Hes such an idiot.”
“Yeah, well your not exactly smart either,” brian teased, patting tims leg before standing up. “Ill go tell jack your up, wait here. Kates coming back with McDonalds in a few.”
“She better have gotten me-”
“McDouble with coke and large fry, yep,” brian called back, not bothering to turn around.
As the door closed, tim glanced over at toby. He was passed out, an iv in his arm and a cast wrapped around his leg. There was a green oxygen mask over his face, blood still caked in his fingernails. He looked like a wreck, the bags under his eyes seemed darker and his color was pale.
hi! could you some angsty hoodie/masky/slender x nonbinary reader please? if so, thank you so much! i love your writing :,)
hhh forgive me, this took sO LONG and i still have mixed feelings about it
i really hope it’ll be worth the wait though QvQ
— l o v e r || masky x nonbinary!reader
You had given up on trying to free yourself a long time ago.
Instead you were trying to calm your breathing and quivering so that could focus on your other senses, now that your eyes were blindfolded. The rustling around you, the roughness of the rope around your wrists - you swallowed, your mind going crazy with anticipation.
Of course, you hadn’t the slightest idea of what was going to happen to you, but - and this was just a vague feeling - there seemed to be some hesitance on the behalf of your abductors who had yet to touch you since they tied you up some time ago. They were tiptoeing around you, even though you had already felt their strength when they had initially grabbed you and pulled you back to them as you attempted to escape. Since then, their every move had seemed impossibly gentle. Almost as if you made them as nervous as they made you. The ropes were the only lingering warning, digging into your skin and making your fingers tingle.
The familiar feeling of your soft blanket around you made you jump and you immediately started thrashing as it closed around you and a set of hands tried to keep you in place. You choked back on a desperate sob as your legs were grabbed too, practically forcing you to be still as they were tied together too. You were then hauled up and tossed over something - a shoulder? - before everything started to move and you felt your stomach twist as you swayed around with the rhythm of their steps.
Leaves crunched under your captors’ feet all while the sickening sway settled into a pit of dull discomfort at the bottom of your stomach. You had no idea where you were and after what might’ve been an hour into the walk, you had given up on trying to locate yourself. Now, you tried to focus on the feeling of the chilly air on your skin to stop yourself from thinking. And yet, some thoughts managed to break through the fog you had imposed on your mind and they all circled back to Tim.
Tim.
Hand hesitantly holding flowers out to you Tim. Awkward hugs and embarrassed, avoidant gazes Tim. Appearing on your doorstep in his bloody flannel without a word of explanation Tim.
Your boyfriend to whom you never got the chance to say “I love you” Tim.
A soft whimper escaped your lips as fresh tears settled on your eyelashes. Was it foolish to hope he’d somehow find you again ?
“Set them down.”
The person carrying you came to a stop and your head perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. A Godsend.
“You-You know I can’t do-do-do that Masky.”
Masky?
“Let them go,” Yet the voice was unmistakably familiar. You don’t think you had ever heard it so desperate before. “Please.”
“The boss wanted to see what’s been keeping you busy lately,” A new voice commented. “Of course, he had a hunch already, but he won’t be happy if we fail a simple abduction.”
“I know,” Tim pressed on.
He knows?
“I’ll shoulder the responsibilities, I’ll take the blame. Just- just don’t hurt them. Please,” This time, Tim’s voice was punctuated with the sound of a gun being cocked. “They have nothing to do with this.”
You were lowered onto the ground slowly, hesitantly, and before you could register the sound of footsteps retreating from your form, a pair of hands brushed against your cheeks, making you flinch.
“[Name]...” Tim’s voice was soft as he wiped away a few stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You whimpered his name out in response, relieved to be feeling his presence so nearby. He took your hands in his and after a bit of struggling with them, your binds were cut loose. He rubbed your wrists lovingly, pecking each one once where the rope had dug into your flesh. He then freed your feet but when you reached out for the blindfold, he stopped you.
“Don’t.”
“Tim...?” You whispered out hesitantly.
“Just-Just trust me, alright? Keep it on for now.”
You nodded slowly. Tim breathed a sigh of relief before picking you up and taking off at full speed. You clenched onto the fabric of his shirt, just wanting to be back home, in bed, next to your boyfriend already.
When the two of you did arrive to the familiar building, however, Tim only stopped at the door, not daring to come in. He set you down carefully before untying the blindfold. You blinked, shielding your eyes momentarily at the sudden change in lighting. Then, you quickly looked Tim up and down - panting, hair sticking out in all directions, a few cuts on his skin.
“I love you.”
The way he flinched at your words made your heart drop.
“I’m sorry,” Was his reply and your throat closed up. He took a step back and you could hear your heart shatter on the steps of your front door. “We... We can’t be together.”
You opened your mouth, closed it, eyes blankly staring at him. He reached out for you but you stumbled back, pressing up against your door. His hand hung limply in the air before he pulled it back to himself.
“It’s my fault you were taken tonight,” He started through gritted teeth, “We should never have gotten this close- I knew it was dangerous all along and I still dragged you into it. I’m sorry.”
Those were the last words he said to you.
You stood there, torn between wanting to cuss out after him for playing with your heart and wanting to run after him and kiss him like none of it mattered.
Instead you remained glued in your spot, unable to say anything, as you watched him glance back at you regretfully. He receded down the road, leaving you so unceremoniously.
And even though nobody was watching, you were grateful when raindrops splattered at your feet, and then onto your cheeks, just in time to conceal your tears.
So I put out my fists, And you mark both my hands, with little exes that mean that I am extra unsafe
Genre: angst, blurb
Characters: gn!y/n, tim/masky
Desc: bro i am too high to figure out how the fuchk to describe these, you try and salvage tims last shreds of humanity
Cw: guns, dead bird mentioned
Enjoy! Or dont i guess im not the boss of u
The fingertips of someone you love are supposed to be comforting, not something that can break you to the point of no return. A single touch had driven you to tears, how pathetic. This wasnt your lover you was staring at, this being had his eyes but there was no tim behind that mask. You could see that your face was registering in its brain, but it couldn't connect the dots. Instead, it pinned you to the ground with a gun to your chin.
“Tim, please, its me, remember?” You pled, tears streaming from your eyes. You shook, your own gun knocked from your hands in the altercation that had landed you here.
Tim grumbled, pressing the gun harder against your chin. You let out a terror filled sob, staring at the black eyes of the mask. “Dont..” tim stuttered, his mask concealing his true expression.
What you would give to rip off that stupid fucking mask, to protect tim from whatever was controlling him. You knew that whatever was in control of tim had hurt him bad enough that he couldnt fight back.
Tim was a good man, he had a wit about him, always there to kiss your worries away and hold you when you cried. What drove you to this place was unknown, there had just been a whispering in your mind that you would find tim here. He had gone missing weeks ago, simply disappearing from his bed one night with no note, no trace of forethought at all.
His plants were dying, dry and brittle. You couldnt remember to water them, and even if you did, it didnt do anyone any good. He was just gone. Nothing could grow without him, his light kept things alive.
Tim cared for all living things, the vines that snaked up the apartment and the birds outside the supermarket. He had been known to carry crackers on him incase a bird was hungry. You and him would go to ponds in the winter to care for the various fauna. He watered the wild clover. This wasnt him.
You had filed a police report, but he was an adult and they had pinned it on a lovers quarrel instead of whatever it actually was. There had been no tension, no misunderstandings, just a cold bed in the morning.
Tim didnt hurt, nonetheless kill things. Yet,Tim had been increasingly paranoid that something was hunting him, down to the point of panic attacks over a strange knocking on the window that you never heard. At first you thought he was just letting off steam, finding himself an answer, so you hadnt been too concerned. You didn't get all that worried until 3 days later, when you found tims phone smashed on the porch with a post it note that had a circle with an x through it on top of the rubble. You knew that moment that you had waited too long to start looking. Something was deeply wrong.
“Tim..” you croaked, panting from terror.
“‘Said dont...” tim stammered, louder than before. “Dont wanna.. hurt.. you..”
“What do you-”
“I SAID DONT,” tim yelled. He saw you flinch, the terror in your face seemingly awakening something in him, some shred of humanity coming to light. “‘M sorry.. hun..” he whispered, releasing some of the pressure on the gun.
You quietly sobbed, the petname tim had given you when you started dating triggering the glimmer of hope that tim was still in there. Something was salvageable.
You mouthed the words “im sorry,” up at tim, praying that something would get through to him. Anything. You had to get through that mask of his without losing your head. Your arms were pinned down, so touch wouldn't be an option.
“I love you, im sorry i didnt look for you sooner,” you smiled, feeling the pressure easing on your arms. Tim stayed silent, hesitating before removing the gun all together.
“Go, b’fore he gets you too,” tim sighed, standing up off of you. You quickly got up to your feet, standing and watching tim.
“Who? Tell me who did this, I'll report it i swear,” you stammered, stepping towards tim. Tim raised his gun again, aiming for your head.
“Dont make me change my mind,” tim barked, motioning to the forest edge.
You panicked, running out of the abandoned rubble as the wind blew, the cold air stinging your lungs. You stopped and turned back, but he was gone.
“Tim!! Please!!” You cried, screaming so loudly the birds went quiet. “I can help you, i-”
A gunshot rang through the woods, followed by a loud buzzing that drowned out all other sounds. You covered your ears and ran towards where you had entered, the ringing fading the further away you got. Once you got to your car, parked in the grassy rest stop parking lot, you collapsed. Your body shook, wracked in convulsions and grief. He was right there, yet he was gone. The man you loved was lost, even if you had found him.
You looked to the left, eyes focusing on a red spot on the ground. Your eyes widened as you watched the black mass before him. You shook your head, inching away from it.
Desc: after a mission goes wrong, tim has to beat some sense in to toby, no matter how hard he cries.
Cw: physical violence/abuse, panic attack, self harm (hitting and hair pulling), mention of animal and human death (no desc)
1k words, enjoy!
“When are you gonna fucking learn that you are the problem here? We were all fine before you got here and now you do all this extra shit that just pisses everybody off.” Tim yelled, flying past the speed limit sign on the dark country back roads.
“If you dont want me here ill go,” toby mumbled, tears welling in his eyes. It was stupid really, all he had done was try to help with disposing of the witnesses, but tim clearly didnt see it like that. Toby focused on his breathing, doing it the way his therapist had taught him to after lyra died.
Lyra…
“Id appreciate that, if you would just fucking leave id be happy. Why dont you just go kill yourself for all i care.” Tim barked, turning to look at toby for a second. In that moment, the car hit something head on.
Tim screamed, slamming on the breaks. Toby sat completely still, brain swimming with adrenaline. He felt his chest tightening, shaking violently as he hyperventilated. The air became suffocating as he gazed out into the snowy night, listening to the car alarm ring. The sound was deafening, despite being logically very quiet. The noise overlapped with tims own panting, the car quickly becoming claustrophobic. He squeezed his eyes shut, but his fathers face was burned into his eyelids. His voice was echoing in his mind, and it was yelling her name. Lyras name.
“God fucking damnit toby, you made us hit a deer,” tim screamed, slamming his fist on the center console. Toby jumped, a panicked sob escaping his mouth. He pulled his legs close to him, burying his warm face in his knees. He covered his mouth with his gloved hand, attempting to muffle his panicked crys.
“No, no, no,” toby cried, pulling at his hair as he wiped his tears out of his eyes before they had a chance to be seen. His face burned with embarrassment, the feeling becoming all too familiar for his liking. He had made lyra a promise to not show his weak spots to his enemy so that they wouldn't hurt him, but tim wasnt an enemy.. was he?
“Will you shut up you fucking sissy, your pissing me off,” tim shouted, rubbing his temples. He put the car in reverse, the silence of the car broken only by tobys pained sobs. “Your lucky this shitbag still runs or id have to actually kill you. Now shut up before i dump your ass out here.”
Toby knew how to cry silently, his own father had given him that ability. The 5 years of being a proxy hadn't changed that, crying in the mansions paper thin rooms was just asking for trouble. However, usually he could run out into the woods to get away from his triggers. His old therapist had recommended to get away from all triggers as soon as possible, but he was trapped here. He had to be near tim for the entire ride back, then had to share the basement with him and brian.
He attempted to steady his breathing as the car went up in speed again, leaving the deer carcass behind them. His hands trembled as he pulled his mask over his face to silence his sobs further.
“God if you cant get a grip im going to do something im gonna regret, man up,”
Toby froze. His body reacted without warning, triggering an image of his father in his minds eye. He choked, remembering all the times his father had told him to man up, to grow up, to shut up, get a grip, the list went on. He broke down, ugly crying into his knees and pulling on his hair. He began hitting himself in the head with his fists, an old habit he had promised to break years ago. His body wracked with loud sobs that bordered on screams, uncontrollably crying.
“SHUT UP, IM NOT GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN,” tim screamed, punching toby in the arm as he swerved around a pot hole. “God, i fucking hate you, you know that?”
“I know, why dont you just fucking kill me if you hate me so bad?? JUST FUCKING KILL ME!!” Toby screamed, snot rolling down his red and puffy face.
Tim slammed on the breaks, bringing the car to a halt in the middle of the road. Toby froze, eyes widening as tim got out the car with his gun.
“TIM NO, NO ILL STOP IT, ILL BE GOOD,” toby begged, watching as tim went around the front of the car. Tim yanked open the passenger door, looking at toby cowering in fear covered in snot, tears, and spit. He grabbed toby by the arm, pulling him out the car and throwing him to the ground. Toby screamed, covering his face and curling into a small ball, the way his father had unknowingly taught him to do.
“You had your chance,” tim growled, kicking toby in the gut. Toby gasped, the wind knocked out of him as tim continued to kick and stomp him. Toby screamed for help, but he knew from experience that no one was coming to save him.
“God i fucking hate you, GET UP,” tim barked, grabbing toby by the arm and pulling him up against the car.
Toby raised his arms to protect his face, as tim hit hard as he could, grunting with the force he was putting into the punches. Toby screamed, the terror of what his father had put him through doubling with the reenactment hurting worse than whatever tim was doing. Not feeling physical pain made emotional pain worse in his experience.
Tim yanked tobys arms away from his face, punching him sqare in the nose. A tingling sensation spread through his face, which was followed by blood pouring out of his nose and his busted lip. Tim pushed toby to the ground once again, listening to toby quietly weep.
“Get up. You got beat up by the mission target, got it?” Tim stated, spitting on toby as he lied there, covered in his own blood.
“Yes sir,” toby replied faintly, shakily rising to his feet and limping back to the car. He slipped briefly on the ice, steading himself and pulling his door open. He collapsed into the car, shutting the door as they sped off again.
I mentioned in a previous post that Tim has 0 self control when he is anxious.
Let's talk a bit more about that!
So, Tim gets easily frustrated. If things don't go according to his plans or if something goes wrong even in the slightest way, he immediately gets pissed and starts stressing out about it.
It's best to avoid him when he gets like that, let him cool down on his own, or else someone might go missing.
Brian helps him out most of the time, by reassuring him that everything will be fine and thinking of ways to fix the problem.
Sometimes it works. Others it doesn't, and Tim ends up yelling at Brian and storming away, feeling even worse having taken his anger out on the closest person he has.
He goes out into the woods and smokes. Just smokes. A lot.
Brian once tried taking his cigarettes away, and it almost ended in a bloodbath.
Tim's bad smoking habit is the only thing the couple argue about every time Tim lights a cigarette in front of Brian (which is pretty much daily).
This has been going on for years, pretty much ever since they first got together.
Characters: tim/masky, brian/hoodie, kate the chaser, and briefly ticci toby and eyeless jack
Desc: after tim comes home critically injured, brian scrambles to clot his blood and save him
Cw: stabbing wound, gore and blood
Enjoy!
Brian hadnt heard from tim in days. The growing anxiety filled every bit of his mind, the nights blending into days without a call, a letter, anything.
He had waited faithfully at the door like a loyal dog, keeping the tv warm and anxiously folding the blankets over and over.
Toby had come and gone several times, barely muttering a word to brian as usual. Kate had been locked away in her room, seldom being seen except for a snack or to do whatever the fuck she got up to. They all couldnt die, sure, but that didnt mean he couldn't be captured or anything, and the operator didnt take kindly to rescue missions… If he even rescued him at all.
Brian wasnt usually a worrier, but something seemed off. Tim was efficient, easily carrying out whatever task he was given, always returning home by daylight. Brian sighed, changing the channel. The baseball game postgame show had just ended, and tim still hadnt shown up. He loved baseball, he had to be hurt or *something*.
The couch had never felt more broken, the springs jabbing at brians legs with the cushions offering no comfort. The air was sticky, clinging to brians skin which was already coated in a layer of stress sweat.
*he will come back, he always comes back..*
The door handle jiggled, and brian sprang up. It was either him or toby, but as the door shook, he heard a gasp that was tims voice.
“Bri.. bri..” tim groaned, his voice weak as brian opened the door. Tim stood there, glancing up at him with blood soaking his body. Brian gasped, quickly rushing him inside onto the couch.
“Are you ok??” Brian whispered anxiously, setting tim down on the couch. Tim slumped back, moaning in pain as blood leaked from his chest. He set his cracked mask next to him, coated in blood and dirt.
“Obviously not,” tim panted, staring up at the ceiling with glossy eyes. Brian grumbled, walking into the kitchen.
“Ok, ok, your gonna be ok,” brian paced around the kitchen, looking for the first aid kit. He fumbled with the boxes, pulling hydrogen peroxide and gauze from the cabinet. It wasnt much, but it would have to do. “Who did this?”
“Some guy, i.. i tried to kill him but..” tims voice broke, with a pained sob escaping his throat.
Brians blood froze. Tim? Crying? He had never cried, not in front of brian at least. He was a strong man who had only opened up to brian after years of careful prodding. Tim didnt cry. Yet, here he was, sobbing like a baby on their couch.
“Shhh, its ok, its ok, just breathe,” brian shushed, shakily removing tim jacket. He gasped at the wounds, 3 large stabs to his torso.
“How bad is it?” Tim grimaced, tears streaming down his bloody face. Brian looked at him, his first good look since he has walked in. His nose looked at least fractured, and he definitely had a black eye.
Brian hesitated, unable to find the words that would comfort him. “Its…. its ok..” he mumbled, attempting to remove tims shirt. Tim screamed, a gurgling cry exiting his mouth.
“Bri, am i gonna die?” He cried, watching as brian got scissors from the coffee table. Brian went back to tim, shaking his head softly, his own breath hitching.
“No honey, its ok, youll be ok,” brian whispered, cutting tims shirt up the center. He peeled back the bloodstained shirt from his hairy chest, watching as the blood poured out the wounds. The flow pulsed with his heartbeat, a sight that made brians stomach flip. He had seen a lot of injuries and caused a fair bit, but it never made it easier to deal with by himself.
“God what am i gonna do?” Tims voice shook, cracking. He lifted his arm from his side, rubbing his tears away. Blood streaked on his face, mixing with the tears and snot rolling down.
“Do about what?” Brian asked, examining how deeply the wounds were. They werent into the chest cavity, but they were pretty damn close. One seemed to have almost gone in, just a thin layer between his fat and his organs left.
Tim choked on his spit, loudly hyperventilating. “He.. he got away..”
Brian fell silent. There was only so much he could say, tim was in a world of trouble.
“Did you call toby? Maybe he can get him.” Brian offered, trying anything to make this shit any easier. The operator didnt take failed missions lightly, tim would be lucky if this was the worst of the wounds he got.
Tim nodded, gasping. “He said it would be ok, i just.. i failed brian..” he cried, watching brian unfurl the gauze with shaking hands.
“No honey, you did your best, its gonna be ok.” Brian whispered. He reached for the hydrogen peroxide, uncaping it. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch,”
He poured the cold liquid onto tims wounds, trying to block out tims scream and him begging for brian to stop.
“STOP, FUCK STOP,” tim yelled, white knuckling the leather couch cushion. He cried loudly, throwing his head back as the fluid bubbled up into white foam.
“I cant, you cant get an infection, im so sorry.. im so fucking sorry..” brian shook, taking the gauze and patting down the foam as tim squirmed in agony.
Tim breathed heavily, shaking as the gauze soaked with blood. “It.. it hurts so bad..” tim cried, head rolling to the side as his body slumped.
“Tim?” Brian breathed, pausing his work. “Tim, talk to me,”
Tim didnt respond, leaning more and more to the side.
“Shit, KATE,” brian called out, turning to see kate already standing in the hall doorway.
“Whats wrong with him?” Kate whispered, squinting her eyes to block out the sunlight.
“Hes dying,” brian stuttered, “not.. not dying but… passed out. Probably from blood loss.”
Kate made a small humming noise as she walked to close the blinds. “Sounds rough. How do you expect me to help? I cant put the blood back in.” She yawned, pulling the curtains closed.
Brian gritted his teeth, holding his words in his throat. The stress bubbled in his chest, catching in his throat as he glared.
“Help me carry him to his room,” he stated, gathering the gauze.
“Mm, stop the bleeding first so it doesn't get everywhere,” she dismissed, walking into the kitchen and opening the cabinet.
Brian stared at her, tensing his muscles. His entire body seemed to tighten, the lingering anxiety rooting him to the ground. He crouched down again, throwing the gauze to the floor.
“Im sorry, are you missing the severity here?? Hes passed out on our couch, possibly dying, and you dont want to get blood everywhere? Last i checked, blood on the floor is not a problem in this house,” brian snapped, returning to clot tims wounds with cotton.
“Hes not dying,” kate mumbled, opening the fridge. “He will wake up, just give him a bit. Are we out of pickles?”
“Kate. Get the fuck out.” Brian hissed, lightly slapping tims face in an attempt to wake him. Tims body remained still, cotton stuffed into his gashes.
“Thought you wanted my help,” kate coldly replied, pausing as she peered at tim over the couch back. Her face grimaced, the severity of his wounds setting in. “If you let me go change ill help move him,”
“Just hurry up and do it,” brian rolled his eyes, watching her disappear down the back hall. She returned a minute or so later, dressed in all black.
“To his room, right?” Kate mumbled, swaying nervously back and forth.
“Yes, obviously,” Brian seethed, going to pick up tim by his shoulders.
“I dont have to help you, yknow,” kate rolled her eyes, grabbing tim by his legs.
Brian lifted tim, with kate taking his legs and shuffling him to his room. “Yet here we are,”
Kate didn't respond, simply rounding the corner of the hall. They turned into tims room, a messy reflection of his mind. There were papers everywhere, vintage tapes and cameras strewn about with a small tv on a coffee table. He didnt let people in his room, probably because it was a dumpster and a fire risk, but brian didn't mind. He lifted tim into his sheetless broken bed, setting him down with a groan.
“Get me my phone, i gotta call jack,” he commanded kate, watching anxiously as she stared back at him.
“Arent you at least going to say thank you?” She put her hand on her hip.
“Now is not the fucking time kate, please get me my phone,” brian gritted his teeth, the rubber bands in his body holding back his anger beginning to fray.
Kate simply hummed and left the room. Brian rolled his eyes, returning to tend to tim. He didnt look good, a pale hue washing over his skin. The cotton packed in his gashes were soaked with blood, the fibers sticking to the walls of his flesh.
“Here,” kate tapped brian, handing him the flip phone they had to use to keep in contact with the others. “Im laying back down, dont bother me,” she said, blunt and rude as usual.
“Kate?” Brian asked, looking at her through the doorway. She turned back around, expression blank. “Thank you,” he sighed, the tension in his chest beginning to loosen.
“Buy more pickles,” she said quietly, turning to walk out the room.
“Jesus,” brian groaned, turning back to tim. He opened his phone, noting a day old text from toby before punching in jacks phone number. He put the phone to his ear, the dial up taking what felt like years.
“Hm?” Jacks voice came through the old speaker.
“Tims hurt. Bad.” He sighed, tears threatening to form in his eyes.
“I will bring the supplies, pack his wounds and sanitize. I am on my way.” Jack said, hanging up the phone.
Brian slowly pulled the phone away from his ear. Jack wasnt the type to comfort, but did he have to be so.. cold? Maybe it was just the fear, but brian felt the reality set in. The reality that he was alone, isolated in a shack in the woods away from anything medical, and a demon thing was the only thing that could help tim. He was powerless. Completely out of control.
Brian sunk to the floor and set his head down on the mattress that was becoming increasingly blood stained. He sighed heavily, decompressing all his weight into the ground. The tears came quickly, flowing out of him like a river. He didnt dare make a sound, you dont cry in this profession. At least not openly.
The phone rang. Brian wiped the tears from his eyes, shakily picking it up from the ground next to him. It was jack.
“Hey jack, whats wrong?” He muttered, rubbing his nose bridge.
“I am bringing the boy. He would like to talk to you. He has news for you.”
“I killed the guy,” tobys voice faintly played through the speaker. “Dont tell anyone it was me and you owe me one,”
A light feeling washed over brian. “Sure, whatever. Thanks. Please hurry, he looks.. not great.” Brian grumbled, resting his head on the mattress again.
“Noted,” jacks voice rang through before the line went dead.
Ive been a witness to my life, it wasnt this way all the time
Genre: angst
Characters: tim wright/masky, brian thomas/hoodie
Desc: a blurb about a mission gone wrong with a bitchy masky :P
Cw: blood, stabbing, murder, guns, violence, mild gore description, that should be it
Enjoy :3
“God damnit, just fucking die!!”
•••
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Maybe it was and they were just tired, but it wasnt supposed to go this way whatever the reason. It had started fine, they had tracked the victim for hours, cornering him in the abandoned warehouse. They had the cameras set, they had weapons, they had the upper hand in all known ways. Yet, they failed to account for one thing: adrenaline.
“Get back, get away from me,” he had yelled, back against the wall of this shit hole filled with graffiti and the such. He looked scared, and maybe that was his strength. So unassuming that you almost believed he was powerless against the two men that had cornered him. Tim sighed, removing a lighter and cigarette from his pocket. Just another routine killing, that was all.
“Shut up and empty your pockets,” brian yelled, gun raised to the man. He watched as the man had reached into his pocket, but hadnt accounted for the man charging at tim with a knife. Tim had turned back a bit to late, and maybe it was brians panic or the sun in his eyes, but he hadn't fired. For some stupid reason, he didnt fire until tim screamed.
•••
Tim gasped, sitting on the ground next to the bullet riddled corpse. The shot had been direct, his brains blown across the floor in a beautiful painting, but it wasnt enough. Brian shot again and again, making sure that the victim wouldn't get up ever again.
“Jesus christ, hes dead,” tim groaned, clutching his side where a deep canyon had been torn into his flesh. Brian had seen his fair share of injuries in his time as a proxy, but for some reason tims always seemed the worst. He had always been there when he was hurt, and maybe that was for the better. Tim tended to power through things that could easily disable him, and it was always brian who had to drag him to jack to sew him up. It was annoying if it was anyone else, but not if it was tim.
“Are you ok?” Brian heaved, lowering his gun with a sigh.
“Im fine. Get his money.” Tim barked, attempting to get up. Brian watched as tim stumbled, falling back to the ground with a cry of pain. He reached his hand out to tim, who scoffed in response. “I said im fine, do your fucking job you goddamn screw up,”
“Screw up? You're calling me a screw up when you looked away?” Brian shouted, frisking the corpse's pockets, taking his wallet and knife. “God your so damn stubborn,”
Tim rose to his feet, still clinging to his abdomens gash. “Your the one who got me stabbed in the first place, lets go,” he growled, stumbling towards the exit.
Brian lifted his mask from his face, following behind closely. He huffed angrily, watching the trail of blood run down tims leg and train down behind him. “You have some fucking audacity,” he muttered, shielding his eyes from the setting sun. Tim responded with a grunt, limping along to the car.
“Oh shut up, this is entirely your fault,” tim accused, resting his hand onto the hood of the beat up chevy they had stolen.
“Your not driving tim,” brian fumed, feeling an explosion rising in his chest. “You cant drive like that,”
“Yes i am, fuck off,” tim groaned, yanking on the drivers side door. “Unlock the car dipshit,”
“Am i gonna have to knock your ass out to get some sense into you? You cant drive like that, its an hour back and your losing blood. Are you fucking stupid?” Brian seethed, walking around to the drivers side.
“Why are you being like this? You know i will be fine, your just being an ass. Unlock the fucking car.” Tim fumed, staggering as brian pushed against him.
“Tim, i mean this with all the love and respect in the world, i will beat the ever loving shit out of you if you do not get in the back seat. I dont think you can quite handle that right now.” Brian hissed, opening the back seat door. “Now get. In."
Tim groaned, sliding into the back with a pained grimace. “Your so damn stubborn, you know that?”
Brian sighed, climbing into the drivers seat. “Id rather be stubborn than dead because you pass out.” Brian pulled off his mustard hoodie, passing it back to tim. “Press this to your cut until we can get jack.” He said, jamming the key into the ignition.
Tim simply grunted in response, doing as he was told. “..thanks,”
“What was that?” Brian teased, a grin forming on his face.
