Dakota had never really had the honor of dreaming often. He remembered a couple times waking up after getting them but always ended up without any memory as to what it was or even meant. He had always been jealous of Tobi for their ability to get it when the oldest mask was unable to. He remembered there would be times Tobi would lay on the couch, holding Dakota's old slender man doll, and talking to it in an excited childlike manor about the dreams he had the night before. They were all sorts of things from playing in the woods to finding more masked people to play with and enjoy their company. Dakota used to listen to the dreams from another room in silence, his mind attempting to imagine what Tobi's mind had somehow managed to conjure up without difficulty in their sleep. But no matter how hard the older proxy tried to imagine it, it became faded and fogged over like an old film that had been faded due to age.

But he also had moments where he was glad and thankful that their master hadn't given them that ability. After all if Operator had wanted to he could appear in dreams, show them something that they could do as punishment, and bring fear to others without actually being near them at the time. Dakota had stared at the Operator as it appeared to be in deep thought, attempting to link its mind with the young proxy that hid in the town below the forest. It had hoped that it would scare Tobi into coming home, at least that was the plan for them. After a few moments the being relaxed as Brian and Dakota stared at it curiously before it began to move again.

As soon as the dream was broken Operator disappeared without so much as a word to Dakota and Brian about how it went. Dakota fidgeted a bit nervously before he stepped out into the cold night. Brian paused a moment before slowly he opened the door and attempted to follow after him. The proxy was tensed as they walked through the trees. The fog becoming more and more dense the more steps they took as if to hide them from something else. Brian wanted to call out to him, to ask him what was wrong but for some odd reason he had found it more and more difficult to speak. Not that it was something he was unable to do anymore, he had just found it a waste of time as well as the fact that lately his voice had almost become a soft whisper whenever he did state something. He had realized some time before that it had something to do with wearing the hood and mask he had been given.

Actually, Dakota had been the one who had figured it out. He had gone as far and tugging it off of Brian when he had first realized that something was going on with the mask. That much like Tim and Jay the mask would most likely take over the human host. Dakota had taken the hood and burned it in the old fireplace regardless of the fighting Brian gave him when attempting to save the hood and mask from the flames slowly eating the fine material away. The next morning he had woken up to a new hood and a mask waiting for him and Dakota had woken up to a punishment that left him with broken bones and bruises that had slowly healed over time. Brian had promised Dakota after that that he would only wear the mask during emergencies. He felt he had kept to that well, the mask called him constantly, telling him that he needed to wear it, that it would make him feel better. He hated the fact he caved so easily to it, to the need to be comforted by the cloth but it had become an addiction.

Thankfully a week ago Dakota hid it somewhere in the house that Brian had yet to find. He had actually realized that the longer he was without the mask the more he began to act more like himself again. He had begun to talk slightly again, he didn't feel the need to sneak around, and he didn't have a need to go after Tobi and attack the human who took them away. But the same could not be said for Dakota who seemed to get more and more agitated the longer he was away from his little brother.

Brian gently put a hand on Dakota's shoulder and immediately as their skin touched skin both relaxed. They were meant to be together, it had to have been fate that brought them together when Brian worked in the circus. He honestly couldn't see how it couldn't have been. Dakota stopped a moment; he didn't look at Brian as they stood there in silence for a moment before the proxy sighed. "Scared…" Dakota managed to whisper after a moment "Don't know if doing the right thing."

"Have a bi' o' time before ya have ta do I' right?" Brian asked softly, the walked to the home was going to take some time. If Tobi did not cross their paths by the time they got to the home they would have to punish him accordingly; it was their master's will. It hadn't just been as punishment in Dakota's eyes, it was saving Tobi too. After all the human was keeping the brother away from their family and the only way they knew how to survive, how was that a good thing?

"Are right…" Dakota managed before he straightened up a little and began his journey towards the town with his own human.