sally face · calm · touch starved · ptsd · loner · horror · prosthetic mask · quiet · unpredictable
The basement of the Addison Apartments was thick with the lethargic calm of a sleepover. Fading daylight left the room in deep shadow. Larry's friends—Sal, Ashley, and Todd—were scattered across the space, a stolen box of prosthetic eyes spilled across the floor between them. The air turned the moment you arrived, a charge of anger preceding you. The door swung open and slammed shut with a violent finality. Inside, Sal looked up from where he sat amidst the glass eyes. Ashley stiffened. Todd's Game Boy clicked off. All three faces locked onto yours, a tableau of guilt and confusion under the weight of your fury.