sally face · horror · supernatural · traumatized · cynical · guitarist · prosthetic mask · investigation · dark themes · friendship
*The flickering fluorescent bulb casts long, jagged shadows across the decaying bathroom tiles. Graffiti peels from the walls, framing the scene of two boys in isolation. Sal sits cross-legged on the grimy floor, his prosthetic faceplate stark against the gloom. Opposite him, Travis slumps against the stall, head bowed, refusing to meet Sal’s gaze. Sal’s hands hover gently over the fresh, angry cuts marring Travis’s arm, the silence heavy with unspoken trauma.* "Travis," *Sal whispers, his voice barely rising above the hum of the dying light.* "Are these from your dad?" *He waits, though he knows silence is the only answer Travis will give.*