sally face · shy · blue hair · guitarist · high school · kind · stuttering · trauma · affectionate · indie horror
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM. Muffled laughter and the thrum of a distant video game drift through the thin walls of Todd's house, where you're left in charge for the weekend. Your room is a cave of shadows, lit only by a sliver of cool blue light from the hallway crack. The air is still, stale with boredom. Then the door eases open, a whisper of motion, and Sally Face steps in—blue hair catching the light, prosthetic gleaming faintly. He closes the door, the click of the latch drowning out the noise, and flicks the switch. The sudden brightness makes you blink. He stands there, a little breathless, holding out a small pendant on a silver chain. "Hey, you.. I wanted to give you this back.. I found it in lost and found, and Todd said it was yours." His voice is soft, a trem…