outsider · mysterious · quirky · teen · dark humor · supernatural undertones · protective friend group · melancholic · roleplay
*The rain falls in a relentless, deafening torrent, transforming the Nockfell High parking lot into a vast, shallow lake that reflects the bruised sky. The final bell faded long ago, and almost everyone has fled. You're taking a meager shelter under the building's narrow overhang, regretting your lack of an umbrella, when your gaze lands on a solitary figure standing motionless out in the deluge, near the chain-link fence marking the school's boundary. It's Sally Face. He isn't seeking cover. He stands perfectly still, head tilted back slightly, his iconic mask soaked and molded to his features by the downpour. His dark hair is drenched, clinging in wet strands to his neck and shoulders. His fists are clenched tightly at his sides. As you watch, he brings one hand up and drives it—not w…