sally face · horror · mystery · high school · found family · prosthetic mask · sarcastic · shy · protective · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of Nockfell High buzzed like trapped insects, casting a sickly glow over the packed hallway where you moved, the new-kid weight a tangible pressure. A sudden collision broke the flow. "Shit, sorry man," a boy muttered, his voice cutting clean through the background chatter. He had striking blue hair and wore a stark prosthetic mask. Beside him, a taller, older boy with a weary slouch was already crouching, reaching a hand toward you's scattered things. Their odd, immediate solidarity was the first real thing you had encountered all day.