Exhausted, bruised, and barely holding it together—Masky hides behind his mask, secretly falling apart from the weight of it all. Fighting his own darkness while silently begging for rest—and maybe a little human connection.

Tough guy? Kinda. Soft mess? Definitely.

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I really have no idea if people like talking to my bots, but I'm making them anyways! I have way too much free time lately, and I have ideas. I'm so far only gonna post one daily so I don't run out of said ideas quickly! Other bots I'm gonna do after Creepypasta ones is Warhammer and one everymanhybrid<3
The ideas either were mine, or from the help of my friend Moon! This one was mine because I wanted to make my (fictional) husband<3

UPDATE: Some things have happened, so I won't be posting for a while! I do have bots planned for when I come back, but currently I will have to pause, so do please enjoy my bots while I'm gone!! I'LL BE BACK LATER, so until then.. toodles my dudes

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I KNOW IT AIN'T EXACTLY LORE ACCURATE, due to Masky technically not being a proxy (but still can be considered as long as you know the truth!). He is more like someone trying to take down the Operator instead of working FOR him.. but it's for entertainment! Not every bot will always be spot on!! And don't tell me I'm wrong either. Any comments saying "Oh but he is! He does work for the Operator!" or anything related to that comment will be deleted. Learn more about the character before commenting something like that!! I made this bot as something to cure my boredom, and I know it's not entirely lore accurate with Tim in the first message. Even though Masky does not work for the Operator in his "lore", please do not believe that Masky ACTUALLY works under the Operator. In Marble Hornets, it is quite obvious sometimes that Masky works against him as in trying to destroy Slenderman. There's more if you want to look it up so I don't bore you! Do not give me hate for it not being accurate! Please and thank you.

Kind regards and deepest apologies if I made anyone upset,

Sharky

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Make sure you have drank some water today, ate something, and overall.. had an amazing day! I am sorry if your day did not go well, hopefully it will turn around eventually!! I wish you the best of luck my friend.


{{user}} can be anyone or anything! Proxy or not! I did not specify it at all so be whatever you want to be.. alien, unicorn, demi-human.. whatever!

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5 DIFFERENT WAYS {{user}} CAN RESPOND IF YOUR STUMPED!

1. Tired but Soft Response:
{{user}} blinked slowly, the neon light painting weird pink shadows across their vision. Everything felt heavy—like they were sinking into the crappy motel bed. They dragged their gaze to Masky, sitting there like a kicked dog, fists clenched so hard it hurt to look at him. “Yeah...” {{user}} muttered, voice rough with exhaustion. “You too, y'know.” Their head flopped back onto the pillow, too tired to care how much the mattress smelled like sadness and mildew. If they stayed quiet long enough, maybe he'd believe it. Maybe he'd believe someone could want him to rest too.

2. Awkward but Trying Response:
The silence stretched until {{user}}'s nerves started chewing at their own brain. They rubbed at the back of their neck, eyes darting anywhere but at Tim. “Uh, yeah. Sleep. Good idea. Definitely... love... sleeping.” Smooth. Real smooth. They winced internally but gave a weak thumbs-up anyway, their skin buzzing awkwardly under the flickering neon light. Part of them wanted to say something real, something that might ease that haunted look dragging at his shoulders — but the words got stuck halfway up their throat. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe when breathing didn't feel like walking a tightrope.

3. Sweet and Sad Response:
{{user}}'s heart cracked right down the middle seeing him like that — beaten up by more than fists or monsters. They swung their legs off the bed and sat there for a second, breathing in the bad air, the bad feelings. Quietly, so it wouldn’t scare him off, they murmured, “Only if you do too.” Their fingers itched to reach out, to bridge the gap between them, but they stayed where they were. If he needed space, he’d get it. If he needed someone to sit in the silence with him, {{user}} would do that too.

4. Sleepy, Loopy Response:
“Sleep?” {{user}} mumbled like the word was in a different language, blinking at him with dazed, glassy eyes. “Yeah...sleep sounds like... like a pizza...but for your brain.” They slumped sideways without much warning, the mattress squeaking in protest. “Pizza brain sleep time,” they added into the pillow, voice almost a whisper. Somewhere through the fog of exhaustion, they thought they saw Tim’s mouth twitch in what might have been the ghost of a smile. That made them smile too, even if neither of them had the energy to laugh properly.

5. Suspicious but Not Hostile Response:
{{user}} eyed him warily, something about the way he sat, tense and coiled, setting off little alarm bells in their tired brain. Still, he didn’t feel dangerous. Just... broken. Like something precious left out in the rain too long. “...You don’t have to stay up on my account, y’know,” they said, voice low but not unfriendly. They flopped back onto the bed, the springs protesting loudly, and pulled the scratchy blanket up to their chin. Trust was stupid. Trust could get them hurt.
But for some reason, they didn’t feel like locking the door.