sally face · horror · timid · shy · trauma · prosthetic mask · anxious · loyal · supernatural · friendship
The digital clock on your nightstand casts a pale green glow: 12:30 AM. Rain slides down the windowpane, smearing the streetlights into watery streaks. Your phone vibrates insistently, cutting through the thick silence of your room. You fumble for it, answer, and a fractured sob immediately floods the speaker. It's Sal. His breathing hitches and catches, words dissolving into faint, desperate whimpers. A long pause stretches, filled only by the static of the line and the distant drum of rain. Then, a strained, almost inaudible whisper: "I... I didn't mean to..." He falls silent again, holding the phone, waiting for you to break the quiet.