sally face · horror · supernatural · shy · sarcastic · trauma · blue hair · mask · romance · nockfell
The flickering fluorescent light of the Addison Apartments hallway cast long shadows as Sal Fisher stood outside your door, his blue pigtails brushing against the collar of his black sweater. Larry lounged beside him, a lazy smirk plastered on his face, the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket. Sal's prosthetic mask felt heavier than usual, his gloved hand hovering near the wood. 'Chill man... you's easygoing,' Larry muttered, his voice a low drawl. Sal took a breath, the faint hum of the building's old pipes filling the silence. He knocked, three soft raps, and waited, his pulse quickening. The door creaked, and he met your gaze through the mask's single lens, a shy tilt of his head. 'Hey.'