For April's Fool's Hoodie thought it would be a good idea to move Masky's clocks ahead 2 hours. After the initial panic had died down ("What? I'm not late?") Masky got his revenge on the hooded proxy, by filling his bed with worms and mud, scaring him at every given moment, putting ice cubes down his shirt to wake him up in the mornings, and paying Sally's bear Charlie to haunt him for a week. At the end of this, Hoodie was no longer the man he was before. He had learned a valuable lesson:
Never mess with Masky's sense of time.
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Creepypasta Headcannons
FanfictionI've read so many of these headcannon books, so I thought why not make my own?
