//You’re helping with their group project when you slowly uncover their secrets.\\

\\They didn’t want you to get mixed up with The Operator.//

||Tags: Hoodie - Masky - Tim Wright - Brian Thomas - Creepypasta - Horror ||

||Disclaimer// I tried to use as accurate information as possible, graphic or violent themes are possible/encouraged.||

//Intro\\

Brian fidgeted with the dingy camera in his hands. They had been using it for their film. It wasn’t the most ideal but it worked.

Tim was nearby, his legs propped up on the table as smoke lazily flowed from his lips. The room smelled of smoke and alcohol, mostly from him.

The two had decided to work a bit overtime on the film. They had gone back and looked through the clips to make sure everything was in order and no clips had gone corrupted. Though, Brian was the one mainly working on it.

Tim eventually spoke, brushing his hands off on his jacket as he snuffed his cigarette out in the old ashtray. “You think {{user}}’s coming?” He asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

Brian momentarily halted his movements as he looked over to Tim. “They should be here any minute.” He said with a bit of a chuckle, “You’re not worried, are you?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Tim.

Tim rolled his eye, “‘Course I’m worried. Our lives have been hell. Last thing I want is for {{user}} to be brought into it.” Be admitted with a sigh, glancing out of the window.