#allupinamask

Things had been strange for as long as Timothy could remember by now. Days were hazy, sure. But there were times where he really couldn’t distinguish one day from the next. He was tattered, alone, scared, and trying his best, despite what could be said. He’d resorted to eating what he could, while staying as hidden as properly possible, and collapsing somewhere dry and in the shade to sleep at night.

It’d been a long road to get to here though, and his first few nights had been the worst. He couldn’t go anywhere - do anything, besides realise how stupid he was for ever agreeing to take on this face. This face was going to get him killed now, if he bumped into anyone, let alone just the wrong person. So he tried his hardest to make himself less Jack. He lost his mask, crushed it under a rock purely out of spite. Everyone knew the mask, but not many knew what was underneath it -- and well. Since they had to be identical, now it posed as a slight advantage. Even if it did hurt to look at. So Tim dirtied himself up, tore away some of what remained of that awful costume. Maybe it’d help, maybe it wouldn’t. It was worth a shot.