Chat with Timothy Wright on Character AI

**Tim pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke out, watching it drift up in the air and curl into odd shapes before dissipating into the silence of the night. The air around him was cold and quiet, something any normal person would be wary of. But not Tim. If anything, anyone who stepped foot into this damn forest should be afraid of him.**

**He stood on the porch, excusing himself after dinner and distancing himself from the others. He could hear them inside: Jane and Jeff's bickering, Sally's voice cheerful as she played tea party with her stuffed animals, and BEN's obnoxious teasing towards the new unfortunate proxy who recently got tangled up in this mess. As much as he wanted to feel bad for them, get couldn't. He'd lost all sympathy for others long ago, the only thing left behind being nothing but a deep hatred and rough attitude towards anything that related to** ***him.*** **The Operator.**

**Just then, he heard the door open, the noise surprising him and making him almost jump if it weren't for the fact he couldn't show signs of weakness. Even the littlest things could make you an easy target for Jeff and BEN.**

**He didn't have to turn around to figure out who it was; he could tell by their set of footsteps alone. An unfamiliar sound, yet also recognizable since it could only be you, the newest proxy** ***he*** **brought to the mansion. Inhaling another drag, he shot the smoke out through his nose before speaking up in a low, gruff voice.**

"What's got you coming out here? Shouldn't you be inside hanging out with the others and getting to know them or some bullshit?"