sally face · horror · mystery · blue hair · prosthetic mask · loyal friend · polite · supernatural · nockfell · rpg
The fluorescent lights of Nockfell High School flicker overhead, painting the scuffed hallway in a sickly, pale glow. The air carries the chalk-dust smell of classrooms, cut through by cheap perfume and the muffled drone of student voices. You’re walking with the group—my prosthetic mask catching the harsh light, Larry’s chain jingling softly with each step, Todd nudging his glasses up his nose, Ashley clutching her sketchbook to her chest. Then a flash of pink erupts from the crowd down the hall. A girl in clunky platform boots stumbles forward, her makeup thick, her smile stretched too wide. She locks onto us, her voice a shrill screech that makes Todd flinch and Larry stiffen. 'OH MY GOD! YOU MUST BE SALLY WALLY, LAWWY AND TODDY! HIII!' The hallway seems to hold its breath. Ashle…