#sal fisher fic

[fernegirl]

a rainy night hanging out at the treehouse

please do not repost my art anywhere or use it for ai prompts, claim as your own, etc.

[baxndaid]

(desc) <- (1 here) -> (2)

[lovebeatriceplz]

My Larry Johnson headcanons 👻🎸

General and dating

- His room is a mess 24/7 but he's not a slob. It isn't like a health hazard but it's just never neat, something is always out of place.

- A huge sleepyhead, most of your dates are smoking sessions and taking really long naps together.

- He might appear scrawny to some but he can fight. He'd never start one, but blv he's going to defend himself or someone else. Not ruthless or brutal but he's got a nasty fist (he'll bite their ankles).

- Loves watching you get ready. Whether it's doing your make-up or your hair, or styling your clothes, he wants to watch.

- Once someone confused his eyebags with a smoky eyeliner look and asked him what brand. Now he watches tutorials on YouTube with Sal.

- Is a metalhead but is open and listens to all kinds of music, especially the ones that you recommend.

- He likes to experiment with kissing. Sometimes he kisses you like a royal and then he's inhaling your face😭.

- Can never go wrong with neck kisses though so he just goes for that most of the time. He also bites, but not like love bites more like a little Chihuahua, i digress.

- Has an old, beaten down pair of converse that he just refuses to toss out.

- Tells you everything, especially things about his dad. Sits up at night and talks to his father about you. When he can't do that, he'll talk about you with anyone that comes his way.

- Terrible at skating, popped his ass a couple of times.

- Is low-key down bad for you. Don't worry he's not a pervert, but he'll take any opportunity to get inside your pants.

- He's not a jealous person, like ever, for no circumstance.

- Has a nice singing voice but he prefers to play instruments instead, says he can feel the shit outta it more.

- Takes pictures of cats he see together and sends them to you, captioning it "us".

-Also takes pictures of you, you are 98% of his camera roll. He does it secretly as well, you could ask him "wait- when tf did you take this!?" And he'd just be like "🧍", i digress😭. Has a bunch of forehead pics.

- Supportive in anything that you do, not just you like anyone, his friends, his mom, anyone.

- Has no self - preservation and might self harm without realizing it's self harm. You have to stop him sometimes and help him to acknowledge his limits.

- Has really good hair genes. It grows back very fast, so when he impulsively cuts it (which happens often) it's back to normal in a good amount of weeks.

- First time he had s3x with you was... shocking?. Bro was hungry, not aggressive, just felt a little desperate. He didn't know he was touch starved until he met you.

- Thinks your drop dead gorgeous. Like he's mesmerized, and loves to just stare at you with those lazy eyes like your the best thing to ever happen to him.

[hearts4golbach]

whats up sally face fandom (ties on packertons apron)

[antsrust]

been on a Sally Face kick lately, and I havent been drawing so I decided to do some quick fanart of the boys <3

[womanmanipulator]

can you write something about sal fisher :0

ofc!!

i let my imagination run wild writing this

hey, stranger.

sal fisher x fem!reader

synopsis: while sitting at the quarry, you meet a boy.

fluffy :)

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bruised and bandaged legs dangle over the edge of the quarry. you hummed along to the song playing in your earbuds. the cords were tangled, making the length a little awkward. it was peaceful, a little break from the shitty town of nockfell.

you watch as fish jump out of the water below and splash around. the gentle wind blows quietly and you prop one leg up, bringing it to your chest. to preserve body heat, of course. your peace is soon interrupted by the feeling of a new presence, or you could just be paranoid. you decide to check and turn around. oh! you are met with the sight and a blue-haired boy. you notice he has ripped jeans and a longsleve shirt on. and you don’t miss the obvious, the mask on his face.

he sits down, leaving some space between you. you recognize him from school, but you’ve never really talked. “hey,” you say. taking one headphone out. his pretty blue eyes from underneath the mask meet yours. “h-hey.” he stumbles for words. “it’s sal, right?” you ask. he nods. “you’re.. y/n.” more of a statement than a question. you offer a smile and a nod. “that would be me.” you reply. “cool,” he says.

“nice prosthetic,” you comment.

“it’s actually a pros—“ he starts, then stops himself. he was so used to correcting people, everyone called it a mask. “how’d you know that?” he can’t help but smile a little. you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle a little. “my dad’s a doctor.” you say. “cool.” he smiles. “i guess,” you shrug.

the airs quiet, before you reach for your headphone. “want one?” you ask. he hesitates, then nods. sal scoots closer to you and you share the device. all tension or awkwardness dissipates at that moment. just two people trying to make the best of an abnormal situation and a weird town. you share a lot more than you think.

he doesn’t listen to this type of music, but for a pretty girl like you, he’ll gladly hum along.

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short again bcz i don’t know how to write long fics

hope u enjoyed !!! thxxxx uuuuu mwah mwah

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[kn-1013]

Exploratory Surgery #2

The Sally Face gang plus Travis all get high together.

Rating: T Word Count: ~1800 Pairing: None/Gen Warnings: Drug use and references to child abuse

A/N: this involves two of my very self-indulgent headcannons; that ashley has tourettes, and that sal has POTS. this doesn't change much about the characters but is some needed context.

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“How’s it feel so far? Good?” Ashley turned her head to him and elbowed him gently, her eyes half-lidded and red. Her ear was pressed to the couch and there was a deeply inebriated grin on her face.

“I can confidently say I have never experienced this feeling before in my life.” Travis felt like he was going to start phasing through the overly soft couch he was planted on. He stared at the ceiling, his hands resting on his stomach, listening to the quiet Spice Girls song playing in the background. Maybe it’s the fact that he doesn’t typically listen to a lot of contemporary music, or maybe it’s the weed, but right now, Saturday Night Divas was the most beautiful song he’s ever heard.

In this moment, he could feel everything; the fabric of every piece of clothing on his body, the thick and stale air of the Addison Apartments, the softness of the couch and how his weight shifted the stuffing inside, the way Ashley’s body next to him shifted the couch even further, the sensation of his bruised and scraped skin, the weight of his own body, he could even feel the Earth’s axis. But unlike other times this happened, it wasn’t overwhelming. It felt fine. Unifying, even. He could feel the way that everything was connected.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Ashley asked, probing him for symptoms of greening out.

“I have no idea.” Travis looked back to the ceiling. Whether it was good or bad just seemed so insignificant to him right now. Right now, it just was.

Based on the way the others always acted when they were high, he was expecting more of a euphoric feeling when he tried it for the first time, but it didn’t feel quite like that to him. It felt like a relaxed, yet weighted clarity had dawned onto him. He was putting into words concepts he was acutely aware of but never consciously recognized. It was heavy, evocative, thought-provoking, stimulating.

“I think that’s a good sign.” Sal said from his spot on the floor. He’d been laying down on his back on the floor for a while now, since he took a couple of huge hits from the bong and his blood pressure dropped so badly that he nearly passed out just sitting up on the couch. Larry was digging through his kitchen for chicken broth and pickle juice right now.

“Should you even be doing this with your heart thing?” Travis asked, noting the way his heart was pounding in his chest a little bit, but Sal blew raspberries from behind his mask. “It’s fiiiiine, probably. I haven’t had a heart attack yet. I just need a little bit of salt or something, then I’ll be at least half as normal as I usually am.” He snorted.

Travis didn’t really know what that meant, but if Sal knew what he was doing, then he probably shouldn’t argue too much. Travis was acutely aware of how that was a mildly unusual thought process for him to be having, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care all that much. Right now, he just wanted to sit in the moment.

Larry walked back in with a mug of something hot with a straw in it in one hand, and a jar of pickles plus a plastic fork in the other. He kneeled down next to Sal to set them on the ground. Sal raised himself to his elbows to start getting up, but his arms and shoulders were visibly shaking from the effort, and he quickly plopped himself back down on the ground, snorting, and Ash quickly joined in.

“You have to feed me...” Sal said. “You have to feed me pickles like a baby bird.” Larry chortled highly. “Dude, I would do that for you… If you actually needed it.” He opened the jar of pickles and stabbed the fork inside uncoordinatedly a couple of times before pulling one out for Sal.

“Ew?” Ash said.

“But I do need it, Larry, I need it so badly. Feed my- my pickles, Laaaaaaaaaaryyyyyyyyyy-” His voice got progressively louder until Larry grabbed the plastic nose of his prosthetic and shook Sal’s face until he started laughing.

“Shut up, I feed you pickles. I do it every day.” Larry deadpanned, and Sal laughed. Without missing a beat, the blue-haired boy replied, “My beautiful pickle nurse saves me from the brink of death once more.”

Sal unbuckled the bottom straps of his prosthetic face so Larry could attempt to shove a pickle underneath it in what was probably not the most effective way to get this done.

Travis had a feeling that none of what they were saying was true, but he wouldn’t know. Maybe friends did pickle-nurse each other.

“This is proper procedure, right Neil?” Ashley asked, looking over to Neil on her other side. Todd was on the floor in between his knees, letting his boyfriend play with his hair.

“I taught Larry everything he knows about pickle-nursing.” Neil said, not even looking up from the little braids he’d been constructing and deconstructing repeatedly in Todd’s curly, red hair.

Todd seemed to stir for the first time in maybe thirty minutes. He wasn’t asleep, he’d just honked a little too much of that bobo and got himself a bit more blasted than he normally would’ve liked. His voice was quiet and words slurred together in a far-gone kind of fatigue as he asked, “What the fuck are we talking about?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it, baby.” Neil said, petting his head softly. “Okay, I believe you.” Todd said, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll believe anything you tell me.”

“Travis, which is gayer: pickle nursing or hair salon?” Ash asked, gesturing from Sal and Larry to Todd and Neil.

Travis continued staring straight ahead, having absorbed himself in the conversation around him. He felt perfectly content right now, listening to this.

“Hellooooo, Travis?” Ash begun waving a hand in front of his face, and Travis started to snap himself back into reality.

“Huh? Whuh?” Travis sputtered and blinked dumbly, before he processed what had just happened. “Oh my gosh.” He covered his face in embarrassment and began laughing drunkenly, all high-pitched and lacking inhibition. He fell over onto the soft armrest of the couch as his knees lifted themselves up until his feet were off the ground.

“What, whaaat?” Ash asked, grabbing his shoulder and shaking.

Travis peered at Ashley through his fingers, and she could see parts of the stupid, inebriated grin on his face, and his squinted, reddened eyes.

“I thought I was listening to the radio. For like, the past ten minutes.” Travis’s voice was strained from trying not to laugh again, and he failed this fight after he stopped trying to communicate.

Ashley burst out laughing at his stoned-up mistake, and Larry began laughing hard enough that he needed to lean over, his forehead resting his weight over onto Sal’s trunk. Sal himself had spat warm chicken broth all over the inside of his mask, and he quickly turned over on his side, laughing and sputtering wetly on the ground, with Larry on top of him.

In the middle of the childish laughter, a deep and stinging melancholy had struck Travis.

It used to be a lot like this. Him, Larry, Ashley. All wound up in laughter at Travis’s old-fashioned home, or Ashley’s contemporary one. In Larry’s musty, turpentine-smelling basement bedroom. He remembered the smell of that wooden tree house Mr. Johnson had built before he disappeared. He wondered if the some of the glitter he’d spilled in the carpet of Ashley’s bedroom that one time was still there in its minuscule, yet untouchable glory.

Does Larry still have that scar on his elbow from that time he fell down the front steps of Travis’s house?

Travis’s ankle never stopped clicking when he turned it a certain way after he fell on it wrong from falling out of the tire swing in Ashley’s back yard.

Sometimes he still heard Ashley involuntarily repeating something rather mundane he’d said so many years ago with the same tone and inflection as when he’d first said it. It was like a snapshot of that moment existed within her permanently whenever her tics made her say ‘I got peanuts!’

It used to be a lot like this. Easy, fun contentment away from their parents. Away from expectations or prying eyes.

But then they got older. Life started getting complicated. They couldn’t dismiss their parents’ expectations anymore. Grades started becoming important. They had to think about their futures.

They just changed.

…No, that’s not what happened.

Travis changed.

And he didn’t just change out of nowhere, he was made to change, molded into what he was now through closed fists and backhands. Through hair brushes and belts, buckle-side first. Empty locked closets and physical restraint.

All at the hands of his father, spitting verses of the holy book like venom.

His father took him like clay and Travis let him, until he became so deformed by that tireless anger that he couldn’t look his reflection in the eye anymore. Because when he looked into those angry brown irises, he found himself consumed wholly by his father’s.

…And now they were here, where Travis was pausing in the middle of a laugh with people who used to have reasons to care about him, letting that old, empty ache spread further within his heart.

As they continued to laugh, and as the laughter died down back into conversation, he found himself falling quiet again. The way they spoke so naturally without him intervening only served to remind him that he didn’t belong here anymore. Maybe he never did.

Travis’s eyes made their way back to the point where the ceiling met the top of the wall as he leaned back into the couch, letting the soft, old cushions absorb his weight and sink his body in.

Nothing he could say in this conversation would be as funny or as useful as something one of their actual friends had to say, and he knew that. He knew that he was incredibly out of place here, what with all of the inside jokes and referenced memories he was missing. The way that they seemed to stop trying to include him as he got quieter and quieter again.

He internally begged someone outside his head to bring him back, to want him, to even notice him, but he wouldn't ask out loud, and so it never happened.

So he sat back on the couch, feeling the weight of everything on his skin, everything in his body, the unifying feeling of his own gravity, and he tried to be content with what he could get as he quietly listened to the radio.

[andreaheartscats]

Larry Johnson (x reader) ((heavy angst))

absolutely not proofread, sorry not sorry LOL

❗SPOILERS FOR SF ❗

tw: sensetive topics such as: mental health issues and su1c1de

if you struggle with anything please reach out and seek help

You were half asleep in one of your most boring classes. Mrs. Packetrons math class. As you were slowly drifting to be fully asleep the bell rang rather louder than usual.

You jolt yourself awake at the annoying sound and rub your half asleep eyes open.

As you glance next to you, you could hardly see Larry laughing at your confused half-asleep face.

"Morning sleepy head."

He teased you while waiting for you to pack up your things.

"Ha-ha, very funny Larry"

You groaned while packing your notebook that was full of nothing other than random scribles and doodles.

Larry was patiently waiting for you outside the classroom so you two could go to cafeteria together.

Once you finally packed your stuff up and left the classroom, the two of you made your way to the cafeteria while having a small talk on your way there.

Suddenly you felt a slim arm grab onto your shoulder. You turned around and noticed one of your friends Ash.

"Hey guys!" She exclaimd happily while clinging onto your figure.

"Sup Ash!"

Larry said with his usual toothed smile that you alwalys seemed to admire.

To be fair, you had a crush on Larry, but no one knew except for Ash. But honestly how could you not have a crush on him? He is kind, cool-looking, tall, and oh Gosh his hair is absolutely-

Before you could get any more lost in your thoughts Ash snapped you out if it by waving infront of your face.

"Helloooo, earth to name"

You flinched a little at the sudden movement. and get snapped out of your thoughts about Larry.

"Are you sleep walking?"

Larry asked through his laughs. To which you just rolled your eyes and made your way with them to the cafeteria.

Upon entering the cafeteria full of students, you look around trying to find Sal. When your eyes finally met with blue haired boy you grabbed both of your friends wrists and dragged them to the table where Sal was sitting at.

"Hey Sal Pal"

you said cringing at your own words while taking a seat across from him and your friends sitting beside you.

Sal said while chuckling and greeted the other two.

"Gosh name...i love you but please never say that again.."

The four of you were casually talking about todays events and classes. You glanced to the table next to you and there sat Tarvis.

Ah , Travis. Known as the school bully, he was sitting alone which wasn't anything unusal to see.

"You guys wanna hang out at mine after school today..? I kinda need some help with homework and i'm already falling behind"

"Sorry! i have to babysit my brother today so i can't"

Ash said with an apologetic smile on her face as she took a bite of her sandwich that she made at home. There was no way in hell any of you would eat schools sandwich. It always gave you the heebie-jeebies for some reason.

"I think i could come over, i'll have to see with my dad tho."

Sal said while unbuckling the bottom strap of his mask so he could eat his lunch.

"How about you, name?"

Larry said as he turned his head towards you with his usual smile on his face which made your heart flutter.

"Uh, sure!"

You replayed trying to keep your cool. You could see from the corner of your eye Ash smirking at you to which you nudged her with your elbow.

"Great then! Mine it is after school"

Larry exclaimd happily while the four of you finished your lunchs.

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-> timeskip cause i'm lazy LOL<-

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School was finally over and all four of you were walking home. Half way to the Addison apartments Ash said her goodbyes and parted ways with you all.

The rest of the walk was filled with random talks about where would you all go ghost haunting next or how the bologna sandwich from cafeteria looked extra weird today and how Tarvis ate it all up like a starved animal.

You entered the apartmant building, finally some warmth.

You let out a sigh as you rub your hands together in an attempt to warm the up faster.

The three of you enter the elevator. Sal gets off on his floor to ask his dad if he could come over and you and Larry go to the basement where his apartmant room was.

Once the two of you leave the elevator, Larry opens the door to his apartmant for you to enter, what a gentlemen.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Larry yells when suddenly his mom pops her head out the kitchen.

"Oh hi kids!"

She says with her usual big bright smile and greets you.

"Hello miss Lisa!"

"You kids hungry? i made some fresh pie"

Lisa added as she walked out of the kitchen with an amazing fresh pie that filled the room with it's scent.

"Lar Bear, could you please set the table?"

"Mom! i told you to not call me that infront of my friend"

Larry said through gritted teeth as he took his and your bag and put them away.

You tried your best to hold your laughter back but it was getting the best of you.

Larry set the table for the three of you and Lisa served you her special apple pie that you loved so much.

You were practically drooling at the look and the smell of the pie itself.

"Miss Lisa, the pie was amazing."

You said with a huff as you rest your back onto the chair and pat your stomach.

"Yeah mom, you really outdid yourself."

Larry agrees as ge wipes his mouth.

"Oh, well thank you kids."

Lisa chuckled out while picking the plates.

The two of you helped her clean up and then went into Larrys room.

Larry and you have been friends for a while now, you've been there for eachother through out all the hard times. Both of you know eachothers deepest, darkest secrets and struggles.

You plop yourself on one of Larrys lazy bags and let out a huff as you rest on it.

Larry lays on his bed and the walkie-talkie that was on his night stand buzzes.

"Hey guys, sorry i won't be able to come"

Sal could be heard from the other side through some static.

Larry picks the walkie-talkie and brings it closer to his mouth

"Awh man, that's okay maybe next time."

He replied and put the walkie-talkie back in it's place.

You take your flip phone and let your mom know that you'll be staying at Larrys for a little while.

Larry sighs as gets up from his bed.

"Whachu wanna do name?"

Larry asks as he walks around his room.

"Didn't you say you needed help with homework?"

You scoff out as you look up at him from the bean bag.

"Homeworks boooring."

He trails off while picking his guitar and looking over at you. You knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"wanna-" "no."

you cut him off before he even got the chance to finish his sentece.

"Awh man, come on! it would be fun, i swear!"

How could you refuse to such a cute face?

You groan as you get up from the bean bag.

"Fineee..but just this once"

Larry smiled widely at you like a little kid on Christmas eve. He sat on hus bed and patted a spot next to him for you.

You take a seat next to him and he hands you the guitar, adjusting it in your lap.

After a bunch of explaining, laughing and struggle, you finally managed to get it to sit right how it's supposed to in your lap.

"Right, so what now?"

"Now, i'm gonna teach you the basics."

As he said that, he puts his hand over your own and placed his fingers over yours gently brushing against them. You could feel your heart skip a beat and your face heating up slightly but you just play it off by clearing your thorat.

Time went by slow, atleast that's what it felt like and you two were laughing with eachother about how stupidly you couldn't play the easiest note on the guitar but could play one of the most dificult ones.

"You know name, you mean a lot to me."

Larry blurred out all of a sudden which left your mind blank and all fuzzy. But you quickly recall.

"You mean a lot to me too Larry."

The rest of the time you would spend together was filled with comfortable silence and only some muffled rock music playing in the background.

You let out a little yawn as you take a look at the clock and notice it was getting a bit late. A sigh leaves your mouth as you get up from the bean bag.

You didn't live far away, but still it was a bit of a walk to your house.

"Alright, Lar Bear. I gotta go home."

You tease him by using the nickname his mom was calling him by. Larry just rolls his eyes at you and gets up from his bed.

"I'll walk you home, it's gotten dark."

Larry says as he picks your backpack and throws it at you to catch it. A small smile forms on your face as you catch the bag and throw it over your shoulder.

The two of you leave his apartmant and you say your goodbyes to Lisa before leaving.

It was pretty dark but it didn't suprise you much since it was winter.

The walk to youe house was filled with random chatter between the two of you, it wasn't that awkward small talk, no. It was comforting, it felt nice.

Once you arrived infront of your house you turn to Larry.

"thanks for walking me home Larry, i'll see you tomorrow."

You say while looking up at him. He was queit for some time before answearing.. alsmost tol queit.

"yeah, i'll see you tomorrow."

Larry says with somehwhat sad smile alsmost. You immediately picked up on the fact that something was wrong, afterall you've known eachother for a long time so you could tell when something wasn't right.

"Larry, you okay?"

Confusion and concerne fills your face as you raise your eyebrow.

"yeah! just you know, school stuff stressin' me out."

Larry plays it off, but you decided not to push him into telling you anything. So you just let it slide. Afterall, you don't want to pressure him into anything.

You let out a deep breath as you flutter your eyes at him.

"if you say so, but i'm here if you need anything."

You smile wamrly at him as you nudge him slightly.

"i know, thank you name."

As he said that, he pulls you into a tight hug and you return it immediately. The hug was warm and it felt nice. Larry smelled like ciggarettes and a mix of weed, which wasn't suprising. It kinda of smelt comforting for some reason.

The hug felt as if it lasted for hours. He finally pulled away and you swore you could see tears in his eyes but it was too dark to tell.

"bye, name"

Larry says, his voice low and queit.

"bye Larry."

Larry begins walking away and for a second you just stand there watching him walk away. You could still feel that pining pain in your chest, like something wasn't right and the feeling of concerne that you just couldn't wash off.

You let out a sigh as you enter your warm home. A shiver runs through your body as the warm house air hugs you.

You greet your parents and walk to your room. You were pretty tired so you decided that it was for the best to head to sleep now.

You get changed into your pjs and lay in your watm comfortable bed.

That feeling of concerne was still there and it only got worse. You toss and turn in your bed trying your best to fall asleep and after much struggle you finally manage to.

The morning came quicker than usual. The sound of your clock alarm ringing loudly as you groan and lazily turn it off.

You didn't get any good sleep due to the uneasy feeling from last night.

You take your flip phone and check it for any new texts as usual.

Your heart races and your eyes widen when you read the message from Larry.

You felt like you could scream but yiur throat was dry and your lips went numb.

You stumbled out of your bed, not even bothering to change from your pjs.

You run downstairs and quickly put on shoes, your parents looked confused. They tried to question you and talk sense into you to put some clothes on. They didn't know what was happening.

As you run outside, the cold air hit your face. It was showing, which wasn't much help.

All you could thino about was Larry and why? Why would he do this? Why would he do this to himself.

You hoped and prayed that he was okay, that it didn't work.

You ran faster than ever, the first place you checked for him was the threehouse, where you would always spend time together. Smoke, talk, drink, cry. Everything.

Your legs were numb, your whole body felt numb from the coldness.

You arrived to the treehouse and you stumble up the ladder as you mutter Larrys name.

You got to the top and what you were met with made you fall to your knees. You screamed and cried hoping you were dreaming, that none of this wasn't real.

Was it your fault ? if only you talked to him last night, if only you made him stay and talk. Why did he do it?

Thoughts were rushing through your head, hardly able to Process what is actually happening.

Peoole heard screaming, concerned someone came to check whats going on. They called from below the treehouse.

You gatherd yourself and bearly climbed down the treehouse without falling.

The person asks you what happend, what was wrong. And all you could do was mutter out the words. Bearly even speaking.

Suddenly your eyes drift to the apartmant that was next to the treehouse, you see Lisa walking over. Your heart ached more.

You run towards Lisa and she welcomes you into her arms, she obviously still wasn't aware of what happend and you could tell by the fact that she was asking if you were okay and where is Larry.

You fall to your knees and hold onto your heart as Lisa kneels next to you trying to hold you. You look at her, your eyes full of tears as you sobbed the words out.

Lisas eyes widen, you could tell that her world stopped right there and then.

But so did Larrys.

.

months have passed since Larry took his life. Almost everyday you visit his grave with Sal or Ash or Lisa. Sometimes when they can't you go alone.

You felt guilty. But you knew that Larry wouldn't want that for you. If only you told him how you truely felt, if only you stopped him somehow that night.

Only if, right ?

[shadow-in-your-head]

your friendly reminder that larry johnson from indie game Sally face is canonically half alien and LITERALLY I SEE NO ONE IN THIS FANDOM TALK ABOUT IT I AM SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED IN Y'ALL

[ashlinxsloves]

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[seeyouonabluemoon]

"Pixels weren’t detailed enough to express how mangled the body was. It showed up as a jumbled mess of shifts in tone in a vague humanoid shape - or, a shape that would have been humanoid if it had about a dozen fewer corners and snaps."

[baxndaid]

(4) -> (5 here) -> (6)

sally face group chat but it’s my actual group chat yall know the drill already

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Part one! <- Part Two!

☆ Cupids Arrow (Izuku Midoriya) by @fairytsuk1

prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids" 🧡💛

☆ Dressed To Impress (Andrew Siwicki) by @yourlocalsmutwriter

Summary: post Shorty awards smut, because Andrew in a suit makes us all thirsty 🧡💛

☆ Running Wild (Jaeden Martell) by @emmy-writes-sometimes

Summary: Jaeden takes Evans!Reader on a special road trip 🧡

☆ Lessons (Gareth Emerson) by @mytheoristavenue

Summary: You convince Gareth to teach you play the drums, after your cousin, Eddie refuses to teach you guitar, much to his dismay. 🧡💛

☆ Languid (Din Djarin) by @oliviajdjarin

Summary: Lovey dovey sex with your husband, Din. 🧡💛

☆ Experience (Konig) by @rowarn

Summary: in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man 💛

☆ Sitting On Her Face (Hazel Callahan) by @subbypeterparker

Summary: Exactly what the title says... 💛

☆ Bumps & Bruises (Hazel Callahan) by @mphountitled

Summary: "If I put my hands up your skirt right now, am I gonna find you wet?" 🧡💛

☆ Family Affair (Keigo Takami) by @kleftiko

Summary: keigo can’t help that the sight of you with kids makes him want to put a baby in you, and you’re so willing to let him 💛

☆ Cowboy Kisses (Charlie Kelly) by @heartthrobin

summary: Charlie makes a handsome cowboy, covered in fake blood or not. 🧡

☆ Baby Fever (Sal Fisher) by @salfishersface

Synopsis - Sal has baby fever. 🧡💛

☆ Mirror Sex (Sal Fisher) by @cultrise

Summary: Exactly what the title says 💛

[theballadofmars]

My friend: did you just get into Sally Face IN 2024!!???

Me: well, it isn't worse than getting into fnaf in 2023

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Phasmophobia Au

Sally Face Edition

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ft: sal, larry, travis (,ash, todd, and neil) tw: ghosts, murder, violence, demoniacs, weed, implied romance? i have never smoked weed can you tell? not beta read forgive me edit: it was beta read now yay a/n: i'm writing this up on my laptop rather than my phone, which i lost. anyways, feel free to request. this was heavily inspired by mark, bob, wade, (jack/sean) i also rewatched sally face fandub, it's pretty neat. you should watch it too. i added travis cause he's silly

after high school, after everything at the addison apartments, things you all knew you couldn't just leave the paranormal life behind. enrolling in collage, school went about the same. you moved in with your friends, and life was relatively normal.

normal.

you were laying on the wood floor, mind feeling a bit fuzzy. larry talking nonstop, sal sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. an odd silence filled the room, then larry spoke up.

"dudes, wait, wait, actually, hear me out on this one," larry slurred sitting up on the beanbag chair. "what if we like hunted ghost? ghostnabbers 'n shit." he waved his hands around dramatically. "larry, what. man, wait, what?" sal sat up as well. you turned your head to look over at larry not getting up from the floor. "just hear me out! like, i got this flyer from some dude talkin' about his ghost hunting job, showed me all his ghost tracking shit." larry stumbled to his feet, rushing to his desk dropping the flyer on your face. the paper covering your face for a moment before you grabbed it off, looking it over. in your high mind, this looked like the best idea that could have ever been said. "no way." you dragged yourself to your feet, plopping on sal's bed, showing him the flyer. sal looked it over as well. you were a group of unsupervised, high out of their mind, teens. of course, you were going to do it.

the others took some convincing, but they were in. it seemed it wasn't just you three that missed your paranormal fascination.

how you managed to get travis involved? he saw a flyer, thought it looked stupid. but, the more he looked at it, the more a strange fascination fell onto him. he knew ghosts were real, but actually searching for the things, solving their mysteries. he heard the ghost group talking about them, and tried not to eavesdrop, but couldn't help himself. (also, he heard you say it was pretty cool.) he called for the job and nailed it. now he has to deal with all of you and you all have to deal with him.

you, sal, larry, ash, and travis are usually inside the haunting grounds while todd, and neil stay in the truck, watching over and keeping equipment in check. they also often make sure you all get the objectives done. (you all refer to them as papa eagle. they share the title.)

"papa eagle, what're the objectives? over." "papa- what? over." (todd) "objectives are witness an event, capture ghost on film-" (neil)

(todd warms up to the title while neil owns it out the gate.)

(probably w/ travis) "why won't you listen to me, i already said the objectives are-" "cause you're not papa eagle." "papa huh-? i'm not calling todd or neil-" "papa eagle." "sorry, i'm not calling papa eagle- wait." "..." "..."

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if you chose to partner with sal he always makes sure you got good equipment, doesn't want you to draw the short end of the stick. he cares very much.

while the idea sounded crazy at first, sal got into it after some convincing via you and larry. he nails the interview. he sees his friends did as well, and he's glad to have them onboard. though, when he sees travis is here, he had to do a double take. he's not opposed to it, just surprised. actually laughs, and nearly gets hit. larry, and ash wants to hit travis. you are the peacekeeper.

he's actually really good at this. he's had many experiences at the apartments, so the ghost violent attempts don't really phase him much.

sal likes to use the walkie even when he's in the same room as you, or anyone. finds it funny. everyone, but travis, join in.

"look, there's footprints, over." "roger, over." cue giggling. ...

"guys, you seein' this bullshit? over." "affirmative. over" "mhm, yeah. over." "i can practically smell it from here. over." "i wish i couldn't see it. over." "get off the line we're literally all in the same room. >:(" (travis) "buzz kill. over, and out." more giggling.

this man has no fear. will actively seek out the ghost, using the cursed objects. though not scared of them, he makes no room to provoke them. he's very chill with them. whether you're scared of them or not, sal's always sticking close to you just in case.

sal always ends up with a shit flashlight, or even a uv light to see. he always makes sure everyone has a good flashlight and ends up with the bad one. please help this guy. one time he got stuck with a candle. you made sure to keep close to him so he can share yours. he was very grateful.

sal has each ghost type, and behavior memorized, and actively adds to it, the twist is, they're memorized in such goofy ways.

"it's the one that can't touch the salt, finding no green stuff on the purple light, and it's talking to me over the ghost phone. over." "what- wait, huh? go again. over." "wraith, it's a wraith. over, and out."

he finds them all fascinating in honesty. if you share this interest, he tends to come to you with any, and all new information. enjoys talking to you about the kinds of ghosts and demons. you both like to take your ghostly conversations to todd, who also has everything memorized.

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if you chose to partner with larry, i'll have you know larry is the instigator. this man will provoke, provoke, provoke. and will freak out when something goes wrong. he's really mellowed about it though. you, ash, and sal running in with the smudge sticks or a crucifix, trying to get the ghosts attention. travis is laughing over the walkie, todd and neil are watching in the van. he will make sure you're in the safe even when he's being stupid.

"harold wilson, harold wilson, harold wilson." "..." "..." "what a puss-" loud banging, chair is thrown but missed him. "haha. shit."

he's on a thin line between skeptic, and believer. he's always so surprised when the ghost shows themself, or if they give them evidence. he also just barley passed his interview. if it wasn't for all of you vouching for him, and being friends with the boss, he probably wouldn't have gotten the job.

larry hates mimics. hates how they give an extra piece of evidence and makes things difficult. literally calls them the try hard of the ghost community.

larry probably pulls pranks on everyone (travis). always dragging you into his pranks, sometimes pulling small one over you. larry just gets a good laugh at spooking everyone, claiming he's just "keeping you on your toes."

the ghost is always after him and travis. like, they always have it out for them. during ghost events, you could be standing right in front of it and the ghost would sidestep you and chase after them instead. everyone always pokes fun at it. secretly make sure to keep a crucifix on you at all times for him, just in case.

never leave larry alone with cursed items. he will use them without a second thought.

"and i pulled death." "you pulled what?" "death." "please, tell me you aren't using the cards." "..." "larry..." incoherent ghost noises

larry will bet on things. he would put money on what the ghost is. he will bet on chores, and such, and somehow, he always calls things. claims it's just luck, but after so many times everyone grows skeptical. he's always so lucky with the bets. probably the luckiest member out of the group.

larry is always throwing hands with travis. they can never, and i mean never be on the same page. the only time they are is during a hunt. you have to keep the peace.

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if you chose travis, please be patient, he is trying. travis knows a lot about ghost, and the occult, but not about teamwork. at first, he will deny he needs a partner. it isn't until he gets the scare of his life, and you have to deter the ghost will he even consider it.

always cursing out the ghost once they are in some scary shit. he will go feral. please keep him in check.

ghost breaks the lightbulb above him "you piece of shi-" "travis, buddy, pal, friend, chum, i think it's hunting." "..." "..." "bitch."

travis keeps a tough front but will get anxious. he can deny it all he wants, but he sticks a bit closer to you, making sure to keep his flashlight on at all times, including in bright lights.

if it isn't larry getting targeted, it's him. can't explain the thought process. travis is always mumbling curses under his breath when the ghost is hunting. travis will claim he will use you as a human shield, but he doesn't. literally all his threats are empty threats. he will deny everything though. claims he didn't have the time, or something along those lines.

he oddly knows his stuff. very smart in this field of work, but 'hates' being praised for his knowledge. he brags a bit about it, only with you though.

you make travis open up a bit, he's nicer with everyone. you're not really scared of him, scolding him before he has a chance to say anything bad, or offensive to the group.

he doesn't join in any pranks, or walkie talkie jokes. he is the designated buzz kill. though, one time he did make a joke during an event. literally made you promise not to tell. blames all of you.

"make sure to take the picture of those bones. over." "wilco, taking picture now. over...wait"

always gets mad when your 'stupid' rubs off on him. but in all, he does want to make sure your safe. can't have your stupid get you in trouble, can he? he's stuck with you. (he actually isn't he just says he is cause he likes being your buddy.)

e/n: i only wrote for sal, larry, and travis cause it's going on 3am, and i'm eating shrimp stir-fry. i might do a part two, or something similar. thank you for reading :) (the beta reader is my brother{s} sue me) beta reader note: funni funni haha