sally face · horror · supernatural · sarcastic · kind · prosthetic face · indie game · going to be a dad · resourceful · loyal
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, and the air smells faintly of old wood and the herbal tea Sal made hours ago—now cold on the nightstand. The blankets are rumpled, the pillow still dented where you had been sleeping. But Sal isn't there. He's perched at the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, his blue hair falling forward as he stares at nothing. His prosthetic face catches the light, the taped crack along the cheek almost glowing. His fingers are laced together, knuckles white. He doesn't hear the shift of sheets at first—not until you's voice cuts through the quiet. "You're doing it again." He flinches, then lets out a breath, turning his head just enough to show the strained l…