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signed-loni · 1 year

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Okay, so my lil request is like sal and y/n sleep over. There all nice and cuddles up and enjoy their night. but when tention hits the rom it's a crumbling set of emotions. like emotions all over the place as they make out. but that's cut kinda short when ash and larry walk in with drinks and they're high as the roof. Basically a friendly lill cock block if u will

Heehee. Yes🕺🏻

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR TGE LATE RESPONSE, I have been having to motivation to write, so please enjoy :)

(Since its gonna take place in highschool, no mentions of alcohol. Obviously, not their freshmen year, you guys are in your senior year. You and sal ate both 18.)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐮.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟏𝟗𝟕

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You and your friends, Sal, Larry, and Ash, were all walking to your class the three of you had together. Math was always easier for you nowadays since you had friends to talk to in class with.

Mrs packerton had her back turned to the class and you were writing in your notebook everything she was jotting down on the chalkboard. “Any questions?” She asked, turning around to face the class. The room was silent for a moment. “Alright! I’ll be at my desk, you all figure out this problem.” She wrote a quick problem down that would surely take the whole class about 10 minutes to complete. Quickly, you copied the problem into your book, starting to figure it out, when you felt something hit your arm. It didn’t hurt at all, felt crumpled up though. You glance at your arm a d too the floor, where you see a crumpled up piece of paper. Picking it up, you read the words

-“Wanna come over for a sleep over? Larry and Ash are coming to”

-You knew it was from your beloved boyfriend sal. You two had been dating for about a year or two now, and you didn’t actually have a sleepover yet, despite the fact you lived in the Addison apartments along with Larry.

-Quickly responding on the paper, you threw it back to sal

-“Of course! I’ll just have to ask my parents lol.”

-Sal silently sighed and nodded to himself. Your damn parents always were so strict. It bugged him sometimes to say the least, but he never pushed you to go against your parents word. They weren’t pushy about you going out with Sal, going on dates, hanging out with him and Larry, going to the fifth floor (surprisingly) but whenever it came to you asking to sleep over? No.

But,sal digresses.

Finally, your mom picks up. “Hello?” She asks. “Mom,” you start, carefully. “Can i sleep over at Sals house tonight?” You blurt out. Your mom is being quiet so shes thinking. Thats kinda surprising, she always just straight up says no. “My friends Larry and Ash are gonna be there to so it wont just be me and him!” You quickly say to convince her further to let you go. “Sure honey, go have fun.” She says sweetly. “Really? Thank you mom!” You say, hanging up so she doesnt change her mind-You quickly text Sal, Larry, and Ash in the group chat you guys had that you could go. -You rush home to pack a bag, and you’re out as fast as you were in. You walked to the elevator and took it up to sals floor. The elevator door opened with a loud ding! and you were on your way to his apartment.-You knocked on the door and sal let you in, opening the door a little wider for you.-You went into his room and processed everything, seeing as though it was youre first time in his room, you were fascinated by everything. His posters and paintings on the wall, the old record player he owned, the records he owned (all heavy metal of course).

(Sals mask is off in this part).

Its about 9:00 now and your other friends still aren’t there. You don’t mind of course, you just wish they would have let you know ahead of time that they were gonna flake out. You don’t mind only being with Sal of course, but you did kinda want to have an actual sleepover with your friends-

You and sal lay on top of his bed, watching a scary movie, you cuddled on his stomach with his hand on your head, playing with your hair. You get sorta bored and you start moving around a but. You sit up and sals hand falls off of you and onto your lap (accidentally, sal wouldn’t touch you there without consent). You look at Sal and he looks away, pulling his hand back. “M’sorry” sal uttered. “I-its okay. Don’t worry about it.” You said back with a little smile. That same fucking smile that makes sal go crazy. That same smile he loves to feel when he locks lips with you. That same smile that got him to fall in love with you.

-Sal started to stare, and once he noticed, he quickly turned red. Tension hit the room as soon as he looked away. Accidentally touching hands and locking your eyes together. You did it once more before sal finally couldn’t take it.-Sal quickly looked hack at you and turned your head towards him, pulling your faces closer together. And once you nodded, sal immediately pulled you into a kiss. Not even 1 minute in and you guys were already making out. Keep in mind, you guys don’t check the time frequently, and it was about 9:10 since you guys started making out. The kiss went on and on for a while, pulling away only to breathe.

-Sal got on top of you and kissed even more passionately. It was starting to get sloppy. Tongue slipping out and falling back u to yours.

-Once he got on too of you, you could feel his growing boner. And it was getting harder by the second😭-

His hands found their way to your hips, bringing you even closer to him than you already were, if that was even possible. His fingers went up and down your thighs and found their way to the waistband of your pajama pants. -As soon as he got your permission to dispose of your pants, Larry and Ash burst in,higher than the roof. -

“Fuuuuuuck..” larry slurs. “Woah woah woooah, were you two about to fuck right now??” Ash giggles as she sees sal on top of you. “Sal quickly grabs his mask and straps it onto his face and gets off of you. You sotuate yourself and sit up along with sal. “N-no, we weren’t..” sal responded. “You fuckin liars, we toootaly saw you on top of them.! You cant hide it from uuus” Larry says, falling onto Ash slightly. “What the fuck are you guys on?” You say, half embarrassed, half genuinely confused. “Heh, a lil weed, mayyyybe crack” ash says dizzily. “You guys need sleep” sal responds. “Yea yea, sleep schmeep whatever.” Larry says and he collapses on the ground, taking ash with him. And just like that, boom. They’re asleep.-

You sigh and fall back onto the wall, looking at sal, visibly red. You smile and give him a kiss on his prosthetic and fall back onto his bed. “I love you, Sally face.” You say sleepily. “I love you to, baby” sal responds, falling back onto his bed with you, taking off his prosthetic and wrapping his arms around you.

#sally face #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sally face game #larry johnson #ash campbell #ashley campbell #sally face comfort #sally face fluff

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andreaheartscats · 9 months

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Sally Face Headcanons

-comfort Sally Face Headcanons because my feelings got hurt :')

possible TW: scars/ mention of self harm.

Sal Fisher

× he is great at comforting people let me just say that first.

× if youre crying he would hold you close to him and let you pour your heart out.

× at first he would be a little awkward not knowing what to do but then he would just hug you and hold you tight whispering comforting words to you such as

"itll be okay" "im here for you now dont worry" etc..

× he cares a lot so if anyone hurt your feelings like your boyfriend/ girlfriend / partner, he would go BATSHIT crazy and be very overprotective of you.

× so once you are done crying he would offer you some tissues/ watch a movie/ go ghost haunting/ or something like that to get your mind off of whatever was bothering you

× he is a great hugger!

× he would let you cry into his shirt not caring if you get it wet.

× if you have sh scars, he would draw over them and or kiss them. He would draw little stars, hearts or cats.

- a little scenario here:

you were at your apartmant, blade in your hand. Your eyes full of tears as your face and eyes got all puffy and red from crying. Your wrists were stinging with red lines across them wondering where did all go wrong, thoughts flying through your head unable to hear anything or anyone as everything was just too much for you to handle at this point.

Sal was worried about you, he noticed that you werent yourself for the past few days and it bothered him a lot. He tried calling you but you didnt answear your phone or his texts. He decided to go check up on you in your apartmant room. Trembling a little with fear not knowing what would he walk into he knocked on thr door a few times waiting for a response. Yet no one opened. A little more worried he knocked again, this time a bit more louder and aggressive. Yet again no answear.

He opened the door as it was unlocked and walked in hearing little sobs coming from the bathroom. Sal rushed to the noise and there he saw you, on the bathroom floor. Blade in your hand, eyes full of tears and wrist bleeding. Without saying a word he sat down next to you snapping the blade from your hand and holding you tight as tears started to form in his own eyes. He didnt bother saying anything as he just held you close him letting you sob into his shirt.

Once you were done pouring your eyes out he looked at you cupping your cheeks in his hands as he managed to mumble the words "why..?" you didnt say anything. He then took a deep breath opening one of the cabinets and taking the first aid kit to bandage your wrist up. He cleaned your cuts as you wince a little at the pain. Slowly he put bandages around your wrist as he hugged you once more but this time you didnt let go for a while.

× after this scenario you two were laying on the couch, your head against his shoulder as he held you :)

(i am SO sorry if this was bad i honestly tried my best to make this scenario as good as possible consdiring that this was my first time writing something like this, also please keep in mind english isnt my first laungage!)

Larry Johnson

× poor guy doesnt really know how to comfort people but he tries his best

× he would hug you tight, sometimes even too tight (lol)

× he would let you know that he is here for you and even if he is not too good at comforting he is definitely a good listener

× but if you didnt want to talk at the moment he would alsk respect that. So then instead he would play some music in the background and let you get yourself cozy in one of his bean bags giving you some tissues and food if you wanted.

× consdiring the fact that he doesnt know how to comfort people he would just sit across from you a little awkwardly but mind you he cares deeply about you and just wants to help you but doesnt really know how.

× if you ask him to bring you anything while you were all depressed and sad that boy would RUN and i mean full on sprint to please you and give you what you asked him to.

× and if you needed a hug, he would not only hug you that guy would full on cuddle you. Letting you lay on his chest as he held you close to him, his arms wrapped around your waist letting you peacfully and comfortably lay on him/fall asleep.

× lets say you did fall asleep, he would not dare to move, AT ALL and i mean it. even of he had to jse the bathroom or something he wouldnt dare to move and wake you up from your dream.

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note : i apologize if this was a little depressing (yea no shit it was) but i hope you liked it and if youre struggling with anything such as your mental health, please seek out some help! or you can just dm me i have no problem with that :)

#sally face #fiction #video games #fanfic #sal fisher #larry johnson #x reader #headcanon #i love sally face #comfort #sally face headcanons #sally face comfort #sally face comforting reader #sally face characters #sally face characters comforting reader #tw #tw vent #this post is some sort of vent sorry

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xo-vinnie · 2 months

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#im on my sally grind pls its been a hard week and hes one of my comfort characters #my art #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #sally face #sal fisher

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famouscreatorwolfcalzone · 1 year

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Here’s some more silly lil pictures I took w lil wally

Here is the post with all my other ones so far!

I love him so much!!! I love my lil friend and neighbor

Again seriously I hope clown is okay with all the recent happenings and I really hope this fan art doll donst stress him out more, I really care about clowns well being and really hope they’re doing better on their hiatus and in a safe place

#comfort characters #fanart #welcome home julie #welcome home sally #welcome home howdy #welcome home eddie #welcome home wally #wally darling #welcome home frank #welcome home barnaby #welcome home #welcome home poppy #clownillustrations #custom nendoroid #custom dolls #face reveal

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weridoluv4u · 2 months

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Sal Comfort

"I just want to be loved." the sound of your voice echoed in the room.

"But I love you" the sound of Sal's voice echoed in the room. He's holding dinner in his right hand and leaning on the doorframe. "I know I don't nearly say it enough but I do love you. I love you as much as I possibly could."

Tears started to stream down your face as Sal approached you. He engulfed you in a hug. That's when the sobs started. Both you and Sal sat together crying as you ate the takeout. Sal's prosthetic sitting close by.

"Let it all out, I'm here for you. I love you and you better not ever forget it."

#sally face #sallyface x reader #sallyface imagines #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sallyface #sal fisher angst #sal fisher comfort

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gl1tt3rpvke · 4 months

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the funny comfort character meme from twitter

#danganronpa #sally face #larry johnson #gundham tanaka #sdr2 #pepper's art #comfort character

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leonaadraws · 3 months

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Im im my replaying comfort games all over again just to remember how it felt era (spoiler: it felt great) 🤧💜

insta

#sally face #sally fisher #ashley campbell #steve gabry #in my replaying comfort games over and over era

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mashedmangos · 4 months

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I think we're gonna have to kill this guy Kedamono

#sally face #todd morrison #sally face todd #kedamono #popee the performer #kedamono popee the performer #i think were gonna have to kill this guy steven #damn #comfort characters #RAUUUUUUUGHHHHHH I LOVE THESE TWO

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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I Can’t Breathe (Please Don’t Say You Love Me.)

Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same user!

Character:Sal Fisher

Warnings: Murder, blood, gore, violence, death.

Sal's gaze remained fixed on the door, its Ferncolor seemingly captivating him. He had been in this position for quite some time, completely motionless and devoid of any expression in his eyes. It was as if he had transformed into a statue, a peculiar figure standing there in an almost deranged manner.

Not like anyone was going to see him anyway.

One after another, each neighbor met their demise. They were perishing rapidly, akin to flies succumbing to the chilling touch of a steel knife. With utmost swiftness, he executed his stabs, ensuring they struck vital organs to expedite their deaths smoothly. Efficiency was paramount in his methodical approach. Yet, his actions were not driven by malevolence or pleasure; they stemmed from a sense of protection and necessity. He had no choice but to take such extreme measures, as the consequences of inaction would inflict suffering upon everyone. The weight of his task was not to be taken lightly. These individuals were not mere neighbors - some were cherished friends whom he held dearly and would never harm. Until now, that is.

He had a special place in his heart for someone truly unforgettable. This individual held a cherished spot in his life, as he adored every little detail about them. From their hair to their eyes, their scent to their fashion sense, their smile to their unique perspectives, they were his world. He had known them since the day he moved into the dreadful apartment complex. At the age of fifteen, they had moved in next door to him just a week after he had settled in. It was like fate had brought them together. Ash had introduced them to his circle of friends, and from that moment on, everything changed.

The moment they walked into the room, his breath caught in his throat. They were stunning, with features so striking that he couldn't take his eyes off them. Despite feeling a twinge of shame for his intense gaze, he found himself unable to look away. And then they spoke. Good Lord, their voice was like music to his ears. He couldn't help but feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach. It was a feeling he tried to suppress at first, but now, looking back on it, he has no qualms about admitting that their voice was downright sexy. As he got to know them better, he learned about their life before they moved to Addison Apartments, the type of music they loved, and their hobbies and interests. It was a privilege to get to know them, and he cherished every moment spent in their company.

he wished that he could take all of this back. He wished that things could end up differently. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. He didn’t want to put them in any harm. He finally realized that this was his only choice, He broke down into misery. He didn’t want to hurt them, he didn’t want to hurt anyone. all of these people, including them are his friends, one of them being his lover, who has fallen into his deadly grasp of death itself. right next to his apartment which is listed as 402, stood your apartment, 403. You two are side-by-side. his eyes board into the three digits on your apartment door. He did not want to raise his fist to knock on your apartment door, knowing that you’d end up dead when he came out, he had to put on a fake act just to kill you right here right now in your very own home all by yourself your parents aren’t even here. Hell, he had even taken off his prosthetic mask just so that you wouldn’t be able to see the blood that was left on it by your dear neighbors. He pulled down his shirt over his jeans to cover up the blood that was on the hip of his jeans. You’re all by yourself nobody to defend you, even if you try to defend yourself you’d be trying to protect yourself from your lover, Sal Fisher.

when he knocked on your apartment door after standing there for so long, he could hear your footsteps creeping closer and closer to your front door. He dreaded that you were awake around this time. He thought that you’ll be asleep then maybe he’ll be forced to inside your own home and probably kill you in your sleep.

He would rather do that.

“Sal? What are you doing here?” he should’ve just killed you right then and there to make click and easy but he wouldn’t be able to do that. He just couldn’t. That’ll be too short. He had to look at the beauty of your face one last time he just had to he didn’t want you to die so quickly he wanted to be able to see you to hear you to be able to hug you, he wouldn’t be able to do that if you’re lying on the floor and your pull blood that will not be a pretty sight to see. He hates himself for this. He feels like some sort of fucking maniac. Well, he is a maniac now. But his point still stands.

“Yeah, I just thought that I would come over if that’s alright with you?” He said, forcing his voice to sound calm and collected, trying not to allow you to see what a monster he had become. he felt the knife in his back pocket. If you were just one of his neighbors and not his lover he would’ve sliced your neck right now, but in this case, you weren’t just a plain old neighbor or a friend— you are the love of his life that he hadn't killed yet, the one that made him feel alive, which was ironic at this point because he was going to kill you he was going to live. You didn’t understand you didn’t see it. You can’t see it. You don’t know the only one inside his apartment complex. You don’t understand that he is doing this to protect you, that made him feel alive, which was ironic at this point because he was going to kill you he was going to live. You didn’t understand you didn’t see it. You can’t see it. You don’t know the only one inside his apartment complex. You don’t understand that he is doing this to protect you, you will never understand because you'll only see him as a murderer. An emotionless murderer who killed your friends, your neighbors and now he’s gonna kill you.

“Aww, now you know I won’t mind! Come on, I made some spaghetti!” You said as you took his cold hand in your own and dragged him into the comfort of your home. The feeling of your hand nearly made him break down into pathetic tears. He realized that he wouldn’t be able to feel your warmth ever again after this.

Sal sat down at the dinner table as you got the two of you’s plates ready. He couldn’t believe that he was sitting at your table right now, getting ready to eat with you before taking your life. The pit in his stomach grew.

he remembered the first time when he tried your cooking you claimed that you’re cooking wasn’t all that good but when he got a piece of it in his mouth, he disagreed completely. He remembers when you both were younger he would nearly go to your house and have dinner with you and your family almost every night or so it wasn’t only just your family cooking that was good, but it was yours too. he shared how he would come over and get himself a small plate of your cooking because he loves it so much, even if it’s just a plain basic meal he would get up and get some seconds. There was no doubt that he would miss cooking. He will miss everything about you. The smell of spaghetti filled what was left of his nose as you sat a plate full of spaghetti right in front of him and a glass of some tea. You sat down across from him on his right.

“How has your day been?” You asked him with a smile as you put some more cheese on your plate.

“Good,” that was a bullshit lie a pitiful lie, a dumbass lie he knows that his day was not fucking good. He knows that his night went fucking terrible as if he didn’t just kill 14 people in this apartment complex. He knows what he’s doing. “what about yours?”

“It was…okay. I’ve just been pretty lonely.” You said with a soft shrug. Yeah, your parents have taken a trip and you didn’t want to go. He wishes that you did. “But when you came all of a sudden, my night has gotten better!” You added on. He stared into your eyes longingly. You always look so heavenly he loved you so much. He does. He wants us to and he doesn’t want to make you guys so quickly. He wants to be able to look at you. He was available to be with you this last time. There isn’t any tomorrow, there isn’t any day after tomorrow. There just isn’t. He has to make this your last day on earth and his last day being able to look at you this way.

he doesn’t want you to leave. He doesn’t want to be the one to take you out of this world. He wants to be with you forever if he kills you, he loses everything. He loses himself. He loses his sanity. He loses you.

Wait, he has to remember that he’s doing this out of protection. Yeah… he’s doing this protection. He does not enjoy doing this to his peers. He does not enjoy any of this. He has to remind himself of that. He doesn’t like doing any of this, right?

… he isn’t crazy. He is fine. He isn’t crazy. He loves you more than you’ll ever know, right?

Does he love you?

Does he enjoy killing?

…No. He doesn’t enjoy it. He hates it. But that’s what truly makes him mad? he isn’t insane. No, no, no.

Oh, how dreadful he truly is. How mad he truly is. how disgusting he truly is. He’s nasty. He’s dirty.

Sal feels his mind start to spin. It got faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and faster and faster. he felt his hands get sweaty. He felt his head hurt. He felt his mouth become dry. He felt dizzy. He felt sick.

Is this what madness feels like?

Is this what the loss of sanity feels like?

No. Nononononononono. He isn’t mad. He isn’t insane. He is completely fine. If anything, he was smart. he was very smart for doing this. Now, he can protect you.

Or was he?

Sal started to grow pale in the face. He started to sweat in the face now. His eyes grew blurry his breathing quickened. No, he has to keep his cool, or else you’ll suspect something. He didn’t want you to suspect anything of him right now. He couldn’t. So he tried to hide the fact that he was losing his cool. His act is not working right now. He tried to intake, deep, steady breaths, but they all came out shaky and quivered.

“Sal? Are you okay..?—“

“Yes. I’m fine.” Fuck. For fucks sake he replied to your worry too quickly for your liking. His voice didn’t come out smoothly either. Instead of that, it came out as wavering and slightly cracked. “S-Sorry, I’m just thinking about…about…YOU!” He suddenly said loudly. “I-I mean…yeah, I was thinking about you…”

Despite him acting so strange you smiled at him. This does show that you never cared about the way he acted or the way he looked. That’s one of the reasons why he fell so hard for you. You didn’t pay attention to looks, you paid attention to character.

looks like it was collapsing around him. Your smile was driving him crazy. He won’t see your smile ever again. He won’t be able to see you happy like this ever again. No, he has to calm down. He’s getting so worked up. The dizziness, the heavy breathing, the headache, the sweating, the pain, the feeling of dread, the feeling of insanity— he couldn’t allow this to affect his plan. He planned that he’d get you to go to bed and then from there, he would kill you as swiftly as he could. you wouldn’t feel a thing due to you being asleep. His nails dug into the rips of his jeans. He tried to get all of this stuff, but he just couldn’t calm me down. He struggled against his mind, his self, his issues, his problems, his dread— he tried everything to get the stop! Why wouldn’t leave him alone? He didn’t want to end this way, he didn’t! Calm the fuck down!? why is he struggling this fucking bad? Why!?

NO! You looked over at him with much more worry this time. You had tried to call his name but he wouldn’t answer to you. Now, you done caught up to him. You caught up to the fact that he was acting strange by the second.

No…No. No. No. No. No. No. NO! This can’t be happening—he had everything under control! He planned this all out mentally with the last hits of sanity he had within him but why does it just crumble down into pieces? Why is it with you he feels up with so much anxiety like this? He already knows your fate but why is his plan faltering? WHY IS IT NOT GOING THE WAY HE WANTED IT TO GO!? He wanted to make sure that you don’t feel ANY pain! So—so why!? Why is he struggling so badly right now!? Why did you have to catch on!? Why didn’t he just slit your fucking throat right then and there as soon as you opened the door!? Why was he so desperate to see you? To see you one last time!? Why!? Oh fucking god—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!—

You let out a loud high-pitched scream of terror as Sal whipped out the knife that was snuggled in his back pocket and shot up right from his seat. Before you could try to run out of your seating he grabbed you in an iron grip and pulled you right back. You thrashed around helplessly as your free hand clamped around his wrist that held the knife. Sal’s eyes stared down into your fearful ones, his eyes blown out. You then forced the impact of your body into his own, making him release his grip on you as he fell backward onto his original spot in his chair. This also caused the plates of barely touched spaghetti to hit the floor and caused the plasters of the noodles and sauce and broken glass of the plates to fly down onto the floor. You ran right out of the dining room and into your bedroom, slamming the door shut loudly.

“SAL..! STOP IT! Tears streaming down your face were a painful reminder that the doors in this wretched place could only be locked from the outside, leaving you defenseless. With all your strength, you pushed against the door, using every ounce of your body weight to keep him out. It felt like a never-ending tug of war between you and Sal, as he relentlessly tried to force his way in while you fought to keep him at bay. The fear in your voice grew louder as you shouted, pleading for him to stop and wondering why he was behaving so aggressively. The door swung back and forth violently, causing your heart to race with each slam and open-close motion. Amidst the chaos, your eyes caught sight of a nearby chair, and you quickly grabbed it, dragging it towards the door. With trembling hands, you strategically placed the chair beneath the doorknob, creating an additional barrier to hinder Sal's entry. Watching the chair's presence, you hoped it would be enough to keep him out and provide you with a momentary sense of safety.

Should you jump out of the window? Hell no…it’s too far down you’ll die.

There were no good hiding spots in your room. Absolutely none. There was underneath your bed and the closet but both of them weren’t good enough…

Your ears caught a sound of scrapping and stabbing and you turned only to see that he was making fucking dents in your door. Your eyes widened in horror at the knife exiting in and out of your door as you saw pieces of wood fly out of the door. You rushed towards your closet and pushed it open, squeezing yourself in and shutting closed. Due to your closet doors having lenses, you had to squish yourself up against a corner and hide amongst the many clothes you had in there, trying to keep yourself unnoticeable as much as possible. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest due to its beating. You still couldn’t bring yourself to understand why Sal was doing something like this…why was he trying to kill you? Why? He was fine yesterday, and for the rest of the day, he was fine! But what could’ve possibly happened to make him act this way? You held a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

A feeling of dread washed over you as the sound of the door creaking open reached your ears. How did he manage to enter unnoticed? The chair you had placed as a barricade was right there, and yet he found a way in. Panic set in as you realized the vulnerability of your situation. The room was eerily quiet, even though it was evident that he had infiltrated your sanctuary. Fear gripped you, as you pondered the possibility that he was patiently waiting for any sign of movement to pounce on you from your hiding place. Uncertainty clouded your mind, leaving you clueless about the appropriate course of action. All you could do was maintain absolute silence, hoping that it would somehow protect you.

Please…any strong deity out there, please keep me safe. Please keep me out of the hands of this monster. Please, please…I beg of you. Please give me strength, please allow me to make it out of here alive and unharmed. Wrap your arms around me and shield me from the danger. Keep me safe. Please protect me with your shield and all of your strength. I beg of you, please just—….

In an instant, the words of your prayer ceased to resonate within your mind, leaving you stunned and speechless. Your eyes widened, capturing the terrifying scene before you. Waves of agony surged through your heart, causing it to beat rapidly against your chest. Fear consumed every fiber of your being, rendering you completely paralyzed and incapable of even the slightest movement or blink. As if in response to your terror, a sudden gust of wind swept across your face, sending a shiver down your spine. The frigid touch of the wind mingled with the dampness of tears staining your cheeks. With an unwavering gaze, you looked up at the figure that greeted you, only to realize that it was not the divine entity you had fervently prayed to for salvation. No, this was a monstrous being known as Sal Fisher.

At a speed faster than light, Sal aggressively seized a handful of your hair, causing you to emit a painful scream as he forcefully pulled you from your hiding spot in the corner of the closet. Your terrified cries echoed through the room as you struggled against his firm grasp. Despite your efforts to resist, he managed to get you on your feet as you continued to push back against him. "STOP! LET GO OF ME! LET ME GO!" you yelled out in desperation. Sal gazed down at you with one eye wide and fixed on you like a predator. The two of you collided with the walls, dresser, and mirror in the room as the intense struggle unfolded. With a menacing growl, Sal forcefully pushed you to the ground.

As tears streamed down your face and sobs escaped your throat, you found yourself engulfed in an overwhelming wave of despair. Sal, on the other hand, remained motionless, his gaze fixated upon you without uttering a single word. His presence seemed hauntingly still as he stood there, his eyes locked upon you, seemingly dissecting every emotion that poured out from within you. Despite the torrent of tears and the overwhelming anguish, your vision remained clear enough to perceive Sal's unwavering stare, which seemed to penetrate through the depths of your being.

Just as if he had been anticipating it, he positioned himself on top of you, causing you to struggle for breath as you desperately attempted to distance yourself from him. With a firm and forceful grip, he clutched onto your shoulders, his intense gaze fixated upon you. Tears streamed down your face as you gazed up at him, silently pleading for him to release you from his grasp and allow you to be.

“…You look pretty. Even when you're like this.” Sal said softly. His voice was still as sweet and gentle as ever. He raised a hand away from your shoulder and onto your wet cheek. His blue eyes stared down at you, looking at your teary-eyed ones. it was true you did look so pretty in this moment despite the fear written all over your delicate face the way your tears shined in the moonlight, making it visible the way your eyes were puffy and red, and the way you were practically tumbling underneath him. How could he not say that you looked so pretty?

“W-Why are you doing this…!? Sal, what has gotten into you..!?” You shouted in a panicked tone. Oh, how he wishes that he can give you a straight answer. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him either. It’s either he does or he just doesn’t want to tell you because he knows that it’ll break your heart if he did. But hasn’t he already done enough damage? What’s any different about it just by him telling you what has gotten into his mind? I guess you can’t say that he is terrified of telling you the truth despite the damage he has already done and is about to commit to doing.

“…All of them are dead.”

“W—What…?”

“You heard me, Y/n. All of the people inside this joint are dead. It’s just me and you.”

Sal saw how your face had gotten pale. If you weren’t scared shitless before now you are. Did your friend? Your boyfriend? Kill the residents inside of the Addison Apartments..? Did he do that…? But why? He couldn’t have possibly done something like that!

To be completely honest, you were completely oblivious to the situation at hand. The mysterious phenomenon of the Red Eyes spreading throughout the vicinity was entirely foreign to you. It was all because Sal deliberately kept you in the dark, ensuring that you remained ignorant about the eerie happenings. Once your relationship with Sal evolved beyond mere friendship, he took it upon himself to shield you from the sinister activities unfolding within the confines of the apartments. His main objective was to safeguard you from the unknown entities lurking behind the walls. Presently, he is actively engaged in fulfilling this duty of protecting you.

“No…”

“Yes.”

“No..! Sal, stop it. You’re scaring me!—“

“What don’t you fucking understand?” Sal sneered down at you. Were you stupid? Slow in the mind? What don’t you understand? He’s not doing this just for fun or out of pure malice—he’s doing this to protect you! You shouldn’t be scared of him, you should be afraid of the Red Eyes that are spreading across Nockfell. Not HIM. “I’m protecting you! I’m the one keeping you safe and this is how you repay me?”

“KEEPING ME SAFE FROM WHAT!?” You screamed in his face. You glared daggers at him. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO ATTACK ME! THE ONE WHO TRIED TO KILL ME! I'M MORE SCARED OF YOU THAN ANYTHING!” You cried out. Scared? Of him? You were fucking unbelievable.

“The Red Eyes, god damnit! I need to stop the goddamn spread! You're acting like I wanted to do this—I’m hurting too. I don’t want to do this, okay? You don’t realize how much resilience it took me to bring my ass over here to YOUR apartment door just to get you like this!” Sal’s voice bounced off the walls as the iron grip of his hands on your shoulders made its comeback once more. You winced as he continued to shout and screech in your face, claiming that you were the one who needed to understand this.

What the hell was he on about? His words seem to emanate from a disordered mind, for fucks sake! How he forcefully grasps you, bellowing in your presence, bears no resemblance to the composed and gentle Sal you have known throughout the years. Never before have you witnessed him raising his voice in such a manner, nor experienced his ironclad grip or witnessed him behaving in such a manner.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” You shouted suddenly before grabbing a fallen hard-cover book and swinging it at his face. The sudden collision to his face made Sal fall on the ground to your left, also relinquishing his grip on the knife he had. The knife clanked on the dresser and you stood up on your quivering legs. You snatched the closest thing that you could reach and that was a metal baseball bat. It belonged to your late grandfather back when he used to play baseball. You still remember the day you showed it to your friends including Sal. It was horrendous that soon this precious item would be used to defend yourself against someone that you love all so dearly.

Sal rose to his feet, his gaze widening upon witnessing your firm grip on that formidable baseball bat. Were you contemplating striking him on the head with it? Surely not... it is evident that you possess a prudent caution, rendering you unwilling to commit such a bold act. Sal’s eyes made contact with did silver gleam of the knife before taking a lunge to grab it at once.

In a swift motion, you tightly shut your eyes and raise your metallic weapon, forcefully bringing it down upon his head before he even has a chance to fully grip the rough handle of his knife. The impact is met with an excruciating screech of pain from Sal, one that is undeniably unbearable. As the blow connects, he can feel the warmth of his blood trickling down from his wounded head, slowly making its way down his face. This agonizing sensation only intensifies the already persistent headache that has plagued him ever since he arrived in this place. Despite the excruciating pain in his head, his hand wavered as he finally grasped the handle of the knife. You let out another war cry before swinging it towards his already deformed face. Why the fuck did you choose to strike him in that specific spot? Wouldn't it have been more suitable to deliver another blow to his head rather than subjecting him to further damage on his already severely injured face? Hell, I guess you didn’t care where you hit him in the first place. Sal's agonizing cries echoed through the air as the bat made contact with his body once more.

“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A MANAIC!” You shouted at him. Your voice boomed off the walls of your room. “YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE! YOU’VE GONE MAD COMPLETELY! THE OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” You belittled him in such a manner.

He was deeply appalled by your audacity to utter such words to him. It is unjustifiable for you to label him as mad, crazy, insane, or even a maniac. He is none of those things. On the contrary, it is you who displays signs of irrationality, madness, and insanity. It is utterly incomprehensible how you could treat him in such a manner, especially because all he was attempting to do was safeguard and protect you. Your behavior can only be described as ungrateful and despicable. It is important to note that following your hurtful remarks and attempts to belittle him, he underwent a sudden and drastic change in his mental state.

You were filled with a sense of dread as he suddenly pounced towards you, knocking you off your feet and onto the bed where you both landed. "YOU WILL NOT TREAT ME THIS WAY! I AM NOT INSANE!" He yelled in your face, his voice growing louder and more strained. Sal lifted the gleaming silver blade of the knife and held it menacingly over your stomach. Your eyes widened in terror and disbelief. "NOT YOU! NOT ASH! NOT TODD! NOT LARRY! NOT LISA! NOT MY FATHER! NO ONE!" The blade descended, piercing your stomach and causing you to emit a strangled scream as blood rose in your throat and spilled from your mouth. With a swift motion, Sal withdrew the knife from your abdomen only to stab you again, eliciting another cry of excruciating pain. He continued to stab you repeatedly, the sheets beneath you becoming soaked with blood as your weakened body struggled to fend off his relentless attacks. Your feeble hands pressed against his chest, a futile attempt to shield yourself from his merciless assault.

Sal was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on you as you gasped for air and struggled to catch your breath. Your hands were clenched into fists, covered in his blood-soaked shirt, as he leaned in closer towards you. He gazed at you for a brief moment, recognizing your presence. Sal slowly wrapped his arms around you protectively before planting a ginger kiss on your cold cheek. “I-I-I..can…t…breathe…—“ Those words left your mouth so weakly. Sal smiled down at you despite the pain in his face due to the metal bat’s impact.

Sal's words echoed in your ears, "I love you." The sheer shock of his confession caused your eyes to widen in disbelief. How could he possibly love you? Was this some kind of sick joke? The audacity of him to utter those three words to your face like it meant nothing. It became apparent that he truly didn't care about the consequences of his actions if there were any. It seemed that he took pleasure in observing you gasping for air, desperately trying to hold onto the fragments of your crumbling life.

“P…Please….d-don’t…s..say..you…love m…me.”

Sal’s eyes widened at your words. What do you mean? No, you weren’t supposed to say that. You were supposed to reply by telling him that you love him too… not that. You were never supposed to say that. No…How could you? How could you do this to him? In your last breaths, you’re just going to tell him that!? After he saved your fucking life you’re going to look him in his face and say something so heartless!?

“…You ungrateful bitch.” Sal glared down at you. “After I saved your damn life you’re going to say that to my face? I should’ve slit your throat right as soon as you opened your door, that’s what I should’ve done. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT UNGRATEFUL!” Sal screamed at you. He stared down at you as he panted heavily.

…

Sal’s eyes squinted as his brows furrowed slightly.

…

“Y/n?” He moved the fallen locks of your hair out of your face softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“…Did I…kill…” Sal’s eyes started to water in utter horror as he continued to stare down at your lifeless body. You were no longer warm—you were cold. “…Did I kill, Y/n…?” Sal whispered to himself. He shook your body softly, patting your cheek. Sal shoved his head into your neck before letting out a cracked scream of horror, his arms hugged you tightly. “NO! NONONONONO! IM SORRY! IM SORRY! OH FUCK IM SO SORRY, Y/N!” Sal let out an excruciating sob that was muffled, his shoulders shook as screams and sobs ran through his body. He took your life. He took you away. He took you away from your friends. He took you away from your family. He took you away. He took you away from this world.

He took you away from himself.

He was aware of your overwhelming fear and understood that his drastic appearance would only intensify it. The thought of encountering him in such a state terrified you to the core. All you yearned for was his return to a state of serenity and rationality. Deep down, you were well aware that he was not alright. Right from the beginning, you sensed that your boyfriend had lost himself, and this realization instilled fear not just for his well-being, but for your safety as well. Despite these fears, you decided to let him enter your home for one final conversation, knowing it could potentially be a risk.

Sal looked over at your window as he heard the sirens of police cars. He saw the flashing blue and red lights shine so brightly through your window. He turned back over to your lifeless body.

He knows that he definitely will not be getting a visitor in prison.

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A Comforting Snack

[I’m starting to feel the rocky beginnings of a depressive episode, so in order to save myself some sanity, A Sal x Reader which is rlly just a self insert. Reader is black and southern. This is a bit more unfiltered than my other posts, so more aave is used.]

Sal x gn!reader - no reader pronouns used

Synop: Reader is very upset about smth (this is for all my depressed ppl so u can just insert your own situation) and Sal comes by and shares their favorite snack with them.

Warnings: Angst, depression, crying, all of that icky stuff.

It was irritating, really. You felt like crying, but the tears never left your eyes. You cursed yourself for all the times you bottled your emotions, woulda been a lot easier to cry right now if you hadn’t. But it’s whatever, the music blasting in your ears right now was doing all the work for you.

You pulled your legs into your chest, returning to that oso comforting fetal position. Your mind spun, thoughts racing, yet you weren’t thinking of anything. What had you this upset? You couldn’t answer that. It just happened, and you were helpless against the waves of sorrow washing over you. Your phone buzzed over and over, but you ignored it. After all, answering text messages wasn’t going to allow you to wallow in self pity. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice the soft knocking on your bedroom door.

It creaked open, a familiar off-white and pink prosthetic peering through the crack. You frowned when his gaze fell on your face. He furrowed his brows, which you could make out through the eyeholes of his mask, and it made your stomach churn bitterly. He stepped in silently, closing the door gently behind him. You pulled off your headphones, pausing the loud music. Once fully inside, Sal held up a black plastic bag and shook it softly, signaling he had gotten your favorite snacks.

You felt your face scrunch up, and that’s when the waterworks came. Unable to stop them, you choked on a sob, and the tears came pouring down your face. You brought your hand up to try and cover your mouth, but it did nothing to stop the pathetic whimpers that escaped you.

Sal’s eyes widened, and he hurried over to you, seating himself next to you on your bed. He placed the bag to the side, scooping your shuddering body up seating you upright so that you leaned against him. You cried into his arms, your fingers clinging on to the cotton fabric of his striped shirt. He remained silent, opting to move his hand to your head as his fingers massaged your scalp, pressing into the spaces between your cornrows. The wig you were wearing was long since discarded and you didn’t have the energy to find your bonnet.

You cried harder, unable to understand why Sal was so kind to you. Not that you thought you weren’t deserving, you knew you were. But someone doing something for you out of the kindness of their heart (especially when you were in a time of need) was extremely foreign to you. You buried your face into his chest, tears soaking the material. He continued to play with your hair, this time pulling you into his lap so he could use both hands.

As he did so, you wholeheartedly accepted his affection, allowing yourself to let all your emotions out, despite how ugly you looked at the moment. And Sal was patient with you, rocking you back and forth slowly to further soothe you. He hummed the tune of your favorite song (Everlong by Foo Fighters obv) softly, effectively subduing you into a complete puddle of mush in his arms. You moved so that you could wrap your arms around him, hands resting on his upper back as your fingers clung to his shirt. You were like a child in their mother’s arms with him, a level of comfort you hadn’t felt in entirely too long.

When you were finally calmed down, he pulled back and stared into your puffy eyes. You sniffled, staring back at him with confusion and a little embarrassment because oh my god you really just sobbed into his shirt like a fucking baby. And even if you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smiling softly at you. God, how did you find someone so perfect? He tilted his head to the baggy on the floor, eyes flashing you a questioning look. Your eyes flickered over to the bag, remembering that it was the reason you even started crying in the first place, and nodded.

He nodded at you, removing his hands from your hair (to your dismay) and stopping to swipe away some of your tears with his thumb before leaning to the side and grabbing the bag. You watched Sally intently as he pulled out a small white and yellow cup. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it, and you playfully slapped his chest.

“Say on God.” You whispered, jaw on the floor.

He chuckled at you and shook his head. “On God.” You couldn’t help but smile and took the cup from him carefully. The styrofoam was warm against your hands, and when you removed the lid, you almost cried again as the nostalgic scent of spicy cajun boiled peanuts hit your nose. He even remembered to put some of the broth in the cup as well, which was honestly your favorite part of the whole thing.

You looked up at him, a huge smile on your face. “Where you even find these at? Ian think Nockfell had ‘em.” None of the corner stores you had been to here carried them, but that just came with moving up north.

He shrugged, “Don’t worry about it, just know that I found them for you.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it warmed your heart. You nodded, taking one of the nuts from the cup, cracking it open with your teeth, and quickly eating its contents. They were just as good from when you last had them years ago. You offered him one, and he declined. “Their yours.” He said simply, hands now resting on your hips.

You pouted, setting the cup down in your lap. “Ion want ‘em if I can’t share with you.” Sal signed, knowing that he couldn’t fight with you. He didn’t really like spicy foods, but if it made you happy, then he would gladly eat all the spiciest foods the world had to offer. He unclamped the bottom half of his mask then lifted it, opening his mouth for you.

You placed a peanut between his teeth. “Bite.” You instructed. He bit down, a crunch signaling that the shell cracked. You pulled the peanut back, pulling the top shell off to reveal the real prize inside. You then tapped the shell so the nuts [please what else do I call these] would fall out. A hum left your lips when Sal started chewing, and then you went back to eating your own helping. It was quiet while you two ate, only the occasional crunch being heard.

After you had your fill (and forced Sal to try some more despite his complaints of the heat), he spoke. “You feeling better now?”

“Mhm, a lot better. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s what I’m supposed to do.” He smiled, and you saw it this time. It was beautiful, despite the huge slit that twisted his lips and left some of his teeth exposed. It was genuine and honest, and was so soft. You smiled back at him, leaning forward to hug him.

“I love you.”

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