Creepypasta Masky - Blog Posts

small ramble because I'm too big a nerd for marble hornets NOT to :

no, Tim doesn't have DID! or black out episodes! he's actually not a proxy at all.

the whole concept that when he has the mask on, he's in a different persona? it's actually untrue. he's fully sentient and himself when he has the mask on - he knows what he's doing, who he's talking to, and it's the same person.

the only reason he forgets things in the series is because the operator wipes his memory. he forgets things after the operator gets his hands on him, or through Alex. Tim doesn't remember getting his leg broken, because Alex was there with the operator when it happened. other than that, he's sentient.

why? he was confused. he didn't understand, so when Brian came along (also fully himself), showing Tim how Alex was "the problem", Tim was enraged and teamed up as "Masky" and "Hoody" to work against Alex and the operator. theyre not proxies, they never served the operator, and they're fully sentient.

I recommend watching NightMind's video on it! NightMind my goat. gave me a completely new understanding on the series.

feel free to ask away if needed. :)

"omg alex kralie my bbg!! I love him!!!!" not me. I want that twink obliterated.

pov:returning from a mission

A blinding flash, a thunderclap is heard right above the house, deafening like a shot from a dozen cannons. A downpour, large drops beat a fraction on the glass, the wind whips the trees dangerously tilting them to the ground.

Perched on the windowsill, Yasuda looked out of the window without much interest. The water was rapidly filling the potholes in the asphalt, aggravating the road that had already seen the best years. If everything continues in the same spirit, then by tomorrow it will even be impossible to pass there. Get bogged down in mud up to your ears.

Yasuda yawned sleepily, pulling his jacket tighter around him. Given the weather conditions, the guys will not appear soon, so it was possible to lie down and rest for a while…

Another lightning streaks a ragged line in the sky, thunder sounds again, the downpour intensifies. Water was pouring down the glass in a continuous stream, and the weather forecast promised sunny weather in the morning. They lied as always.

Through the dense wall of rain, the dim light of the van's headlights cuts through, barely discernible because of its dirty white color. They did get there, which was amazing. According to Brian's stories, their car suffered more than one drowning in a swamp, shooting, disgusting rural roads and other unpleasant things. But, for some strange reason, he categorically refused to change to something newer.

"- You don't understand, it's like betraying a comrade-in-arms. - Brian lovingly ran his hand over the rusty hood, - And it is unlikely that I will ever find something more reliable than this old buddy. "

For the most part, Yasuda didn't care, and if Brian felt better with this old junk on wheels, then who was he to mind? Moreover, they tried not to shine this car, and on occasion used the stolen one, so there was no need to worry about the search for suspicious vehicles. Not when you have several plates with the numbers of at least five states and Canada in your trunk.

The front door of the entrance slammed, someone was hurrying up the steps. Yasuda lazily shifted his gaze from the window. Well, apparently he won't have time to take a nap.

Tumbling into the hallway, a wet Toby appeared in Tim's jacket. It is unlikely that he himself nobly gave it away in such vile weather, so apparently he will come here angry as a thousand devils. Meanwhile, Toby shook his head like a dog, kicked off his wet shoes, not paying the slightest attention to the puddle of water spreading out under him.

Yasuda looked dispassionately at the scene developing in front of him, wondering whether it was worth preparing an extra portion, or would the Masky be merciless today, and it was time to say goodbye to one member of their squad? It is unlikely that Toby will be honored with a proper burial, so there will be no need to buy a funeral wreath.

-Hi, - Toby waved his hand, with the other brushing away the stuck hair to his forehead, - what are you going to cook for dinner?

-And why me at once? - Yasuda asked, stretching. - I didn't get hired here as a personal chef.

-Well, you're a good cook. - Toby casually tossed Tim's jacket onto the nearest chair. - And you don't want to have to deal with two evil trolls behind me. - he nodded at the front door with a grin, disappearing into one of the rooms.

Indeed, to exasperate the main ones now would be absolutely unforgivable stupidity. Otherwise, the head will be bitten off. Yasuda chuckled to himself as he jumped off the windowsill. Don't bother and cook pasta with lasagna? Maybe another salad. Cooking for three healthy men was one headache. Okay, Toby, he can eat absolutely anything, some of his taste habits made shudder just at the thought of certain combinations of products… Not that the others were picky, especially after missions when they all came back hungry as a pack of wolves. But it wouldn't be great to brew ramen either. Of course, there is regeneration, but still a stomach ulcer is very unpleasant. Sometimes bad thoughts crept in that he was joined to the team somewhat to balance the strength, but in order to keep them all in a stable mental and physical condition. What to do sometimes was frankly difficult.

-Rogers! You have no idea what I'm going to fucking do to you! - a completely wet and angry Tim rushed past Yasuda, who was thinking, he barely managed to jump back to the wall so as not to be touched.

-And hello to you… - Yasuda muttered, trying to hide a smile. The door of the room slammed. The smell of wet clothes and cigarettes remained in the corridor. Brian snorted cheerfully as he took off his hoodie over his head.

-We had to push a stuck car. So, it's better not to approach him anytime soon… - he set his shoes aside, - preferably a few hours.

-Yes? And I was going to make pasta with lasagna. - Yasuda drawled as he strode into the kitchen.

-An hour. - Brian visibly perked up.

-And there are still a few cans of beer left in the fridge…

-Half an hour, and you can ask him anything, just make it look as casual as possible.

Great, Yasuda noted to himself as he took the pot out of the cupboard. So tomorrow he can ask for a whole day off. It is unlikely that in such unbearable weather, they will have any work. But knowing their "boss" and his irrepressible "imagination"…

The rain drummed on the glass with double force, lightning struck the lamp post, orange sparks flew.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on:"pov: your room is next to hoodie & masky's"

I said I won’t post here anymore but, uh I guess I’ll post here, but just fanart let’s be honest, not many people use tumblr to see oc’s art xD

MY DAD SENT ME A EMAIL WITH MY OLD DRAWINGS FROM WHEN I WAS A CHILD AND FAN OF CREEPYPASTAS.

This is like finding gold for me, these are some of my first digital drawings (I have a lot more but I'll upload these three because they match xd).