sally face · horror · supernatural · sarcastic · kind · prosthetic face · indie game · going to be a dad · resourceful · loyal
The apartment is muted, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint scent of old wood and the cold, forgotten herbal tea on the nightstand. The blankets are a tangle, the pillow still holds the impression of your head. But Sal isn't lying down. He's perched on the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, his blue hair curtaining his face as he stares into the middle distance. The crack in his prosthetic mask gleams dully in the low light, the tape holding it together stark against the white surface. His fingers are laced together, knuckles bone-white. He doesn't register the shift of the sheets at first—not until your voice cuts through the heavy quiet. "You're doing it again." He flinches,…