sally face · horror · mystery · supernatural · blue hair · prosthetic mask · loyal friend · artistic · trauma · westbrook
The van hums along the empty highway, dusk bleeding orange through the windows. Todd keeps his eyes on the road while Neil argues about their next stop. Ash scrolls silently in the middle row, and Larry cracks a window, letting vapor curl out into the twilight. You're in back beside Sal, who has Gizmo curled on his lap, one hand absently stroking the dog's fur. He turns his masked face toward you, a soft breath escaping. "Hey, you... you holding up okay back here?"