tim wright is the sheep in wolves clothing.
he hides behind the white mask to distance himself from all the wrongs he's forced to do. the blank color kindred to the featureless face of the operator.
when the goal is to kill a victim, he won't stop running his mouth. mocking, yelling — letting his frustrations out through senseless violence.
he just wants them to stop fighting it so he can get this over with already.
it feels so good to put the mask on. to be in control. to feel like the predator for once — no longer the helpless victim coughing up his guts, seizing in his own bedroom, infecting the only people he's ever got to call friends.
god knows the guilt will eat him whole once he takes it off again.
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