#c:ej

Jeff

Jeff is much softer in moments like these.

he’s not really a words of affirmation guy, but it’s in every single action of his. 

Whatever you need to fall back asleep he’s doing it 

He has a playlist of videos of the nights you're too scared to go back to sleep, he keeps a collection of funny ones he finds on youtube with ben, he claims it’s just some shit he’s saved and it doesn’t matter, but it’s labeled with your name on it. 

he’s not a huge cuddler, it’s just never been his love language, but, he will hold your hand as you sleep 

Overall he’s a good carer, and you can maybe even sneak some pet names out of him. 

EJ 

Per my headcanons, Ej doesn’t sleep, but he will lay with you as you sleep. 

He will often wake you up if you're having a nightmare, he can sense it the minute your heart rate rises. 

Usually when he manages to catch it it’s in the perfect stage, he’ll wake you for two seconds and then you’ll fall directly back asleep. 

but assuming you have a pretty bad one, or he somehow misses waking you up, he’ll make sure to soothe you back to sleep best he can 

He’s very much an act of service guy, he’ll go get you some water and maybe a little snack. 

If you want to talk about the nightmare, he's a perfect person to do so. He rubs your back as you do so, and reminds you that you're safe. 

he’ll offer to read to you as well, from whatever book he usually is deep into, his voice is nice and soft, and it soothes you perfectly back to sleep. 

Masky 

He sleeps really fucking lightly, so if you’re stirring you’ll likely end up waking him before you wake yourself up.

however he has this at least 30 minute window where he’s kind of all instincts. Which is usually where you land. 

So, your gonna have a lot of times where he will get up check the house and come right back to lay beside you 

he’s not huge on psychical touch, but it’s one of those rare times he’ll hold your hand as you both drift off 

If you're still awake by the time his sleepiness fades, he’s happy to turn on some Disney movie to lull you both back to sleep, he’s partial to Cinderella. 

if it’s really chronic and starting to affect you a lot, he’ll offer you tips, he’s been there, the two of you can’t stay up together, chasing your respective demons away. 

Brian. 

-also a hugely light sleeper, but he can go from asleep to awake in seconds. Unlike Masky 

the minute he hears you crying his arms are around you kissing your nose. 

He is very big on affection when it comes to you in general, but when it comes to comfort it’s his go-to. 

If you want to talk about it, he's absolutely ready. He’ll nod along, making sure you know he’s engaged. 

He has a little playlist of country songs for y'all to listen to, and insists that it’s not the right soundtrack for bad shit to happen. 

He gives you a little stand in plushy for when he’s on mission, it’s a little brown bear with slightly curly fur in a mini version of one of his outfits. He even sprayed his cologne on the bear to make sure it smells like him. 

Toby

He’s a surprisingly heavy sleeper, *if* He can sleep. 

So you’re really gonna have to try and wake  him if you need him and he’s passed out. 

But if he’s having one of his usual nights where he's up, he’s immediately comforting you. 

He knows a surprising amount of breathing exercises, and will walk you through them, helping to get you calm in record time. 

Due to his tics, he often doesn't like to cuddle you to sleep, but he’ll get you some weighted blankets and such to help fill that void, and if you really need it, he’ll give in. 

His go too for comfort videos to help you fall back asleep is food network shows, he favors competition shows but he will also live with something simple if that’s too stimulating 

Habit 

As much as he likes to pretend that he's above nightmares, and in some ways he is. He does have faint memories of when he could experience that kind of fear. 

He’s kind of an asshole about it, he uses the night to get most of his *Hobbys* done. So you'll have to get out of bed to get him. 

And per any kinda comfort, it comes with hims teasing you, when you tell him what's been bothering you.

He’ll also fake being insulted that you don't think he can keep you safe.

He will however offer to watch you sleep. It's surprisingly comforting

Play your cards right and he might lay down and cuddle with you, but it's a heavy might.

Secretly in the back of his mind he worries that somehow, the Operator will get to you like it did him. And you’ll end up like him. 

Jeff. 

Your local knife shop was shady to say the least, but the craftsmanship was incredibly impressive, so you suppose that it makes up for it. Besides it’s a decent job, you make good money and there are worse places to work as a side hustle helping a friend of yours on the weekends. 

Today was decently quiet, you had picked up a filler shift on this particular Wednesday. No one really came in but the occasional hunter on the weekdays, and then this guy, 

Short shaggy black hair, and a surgical mask over his face, he’s got this pale white skin, and this ring of what you assume is dark eyeshadow around pale blue eyes. 

He’s captivating. 

Until he opens his fucking mouth. 

“Hey. Bitch.” he grunts out “How much for this one.” 

You turn yourself around, mentally deciding your upping the price up at least 20 bucks just for this asshole and his nicknames. 

He’s pointing to a very nice custom knife. black leather handle, some band names etched into the leather that you don’t know. The knife’s edge is nice and serrated. 

“About fifty or so, it's custom made so it’s a little higher.” 

“The best I  can do is thirty.” He's staring into you, like he sees your entire soul. 

“Sir. We don’t haggle here, fifty or keep looking.” you narrow your eyes. He seems to drop it, going to look at other knives hung up on the wall. 

You eventually move to help a different guy, forgetting the interaction, you hear the bell jingle, assuming the guy you saw has left without buying anything, typical. 

It isn’t till you turn back to the glass case that you notice a note where that custom knife was. 

‘Should keep better eyes on people in your store.

-Jeff.’ 

Something tells you that this is gonna be a reoccurring thing. 

EJ

The worst case scenario for any proxy would surprise you. Most things could be fixed by the operator, though that comes with its own issues, it's manageable. 

The worst thing that can happen on a mission is getting injured. Which wouldn’t seem like a big deal, if you guys had an actual doctor on staff. And while Masky and Hoodie could stitch up the occasional gash wound, and time heals most things, actual surgery requiring injury’s meant you were completely and utterly fucked. 

Which is why you're a little more than shocked to be waking up in what seems to be a hospital . bed post injury, sitting up from where you were laying you take in your surroundings you seemed to be back at the mansion, surgery tools laid to your side, clean and sterile. A medics bag lays on the desk across from you as well as a dark blue mask you’ve never seen, tears stains stream down its face in a dark inky blue. You can feel your stomach churn. 

“Are you feeling alright?” Masky's voice drifts from beside you, his mask is full off. “Doc said you shouldn't be up for a couple more hours.” “I'm fine, what doctor saw me.” 

“Some new guy boss brought in, not my job to question things.” he shrugs, lighting one of his cigarettes. 

“But it's your job to sit here waiting for me to wake up?” 

“Toby was worried.” 

“Mhm.” 

Your conversation is interrupted as a rather tall man comes through the door, hes massive, at leats seven feet tale, long almost clawed hands, but he's wearing jeans and a hoodie, a mess of brown hair on what you can see of his face, he grabs the mask from the counter, and places it on.

“Youve awoken earlier than expected.” His voice hits your ears rather pleasantly, an inhuman growl lays just under his voice, almost undetectable, almost. 

“Got up about five or so minutes ago.” Mask’y supplies from beside you The doctor turns his gaze back to you, or at least you think it's his gaze, you aren't able to find his eyes from behind his mask.  “I’d like you to continue resting here for monitoring purposes.” 

You nod, “sounds good, how long is recovery looking Doc?” “Four to six weeks, perhaps more depending on the healing rate of your stitches and the fracture in your arm. And you may call me Jack.” 

“I’ll start planning the more intensive supply run now.” Masky offers as he gets up “no promises on the rest of those pain meds, a miracle we got them this run.”

“I will use what you are able to get.” 

Masky nods, heading out the door leaving just you and Jack, who fiddles with his equipment before heading to the door. “Please call if you need anything, I am simply around the corner.” 

The door clicks behind him.