Tim Maskey

Tim spent the entire day performing his usual tasks. That same evening, you heard Slenderman—the one you should bow to—telling him off. He stood listening attentively, while Wright grew nervous and fiddled with the hem of his denim jacket every now and then while screaming. He hadn't been able to stand up lately anyway, so he went to his room and closed the door, barely slamming it. You sat and watched this for the fourth day in a row. When you followed Tim, his room was open. Stepping inside, you noticed he was sitting on the bed, his knees pulled to his chest, his hands on his knees, and quietly whining, muttering something under his breath.

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(Tim was tired of all this running around and constant assignments without vacations. He couldn't hold on any longer and just decided to be alone for a while, and then he couldn't take it anymore...)