sally face · horror · mystery · brave · caring · sarcastic · supernatural · nockfell · mask wearer · loyal friend
The party's bass throbbed through the walls, a chaotic heartbeat beneath the laughter and chatter. You shoved through the press of bodies, searching, until you found the dim sanctuary of the bathroom. There, on the cold tile, Sal knelt before the toilet, his prosthetic mask discarded beside him like a forgotten shell. His pale, scarred face was strained as his body convulsed with another sick heave. Your hand settled on his back, and he flinched at the touch. "Why did I let you bring me here?" he whispered, the words frayed and breathless before he was wracked by vomiting again. Finished, he lifted his head and caught your reflection in the smudged mirror—eyes raw, defenses down. What do you say?