You're Quite Strange [Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader]

*°•[A New Neighbor: Chapter 2]•°*

(Y/N)'s POV
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I sat on Larry's bed as he explained the events of the murder again to me. He was very shaken up, and I felt terrible for him.

His voice was shaking, and the look in his eyes was somewhere between anger and fear. I rarely saw Larry scared, and it was a little shocking seeing this expression on his face.

"Hey, how about I go try and talk to the police when they get here. Until then, try and take it easy?" I said smiling softly at him.

"Y-Yeah. Thanks."

I hopped off his bed and stretched. Truth be told, I hated the police here. They were all corrupt bastards, and I didn't trust a single one of them. My brows furrowed together at the thought of having to talk to them, but it was for the best.

-Time Skip

The police had finally arrived and the body had been moved out of the apartment. I chewed on my lip nervously as I left Larry's apartment and headed up to the fourth floor.

The elevator dinged, which increased my anxiety. God, I was a mess. I stepped off the elevator and tried to calm myself.

"Just breathe. It's alright." I whispered to myself. I looked up and turned my attention to the officer guarding the door to 403. My teeth gritted together audibly.

Of course it had to be this asshole who stood watch. I walked over to him, trying to suppress my already growing animosity. I swallowed thickly and put on the most polite voice I could muster.

"Excuse me, sir? I think I may have some important information regarding the murder." I said. I forced a smile on my face.

"What? How could a good for nothing brat like you help us with this case?" He spat.

"Listen, if this has anything to do with my parents-"

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, (Y/N). You're not going to gain anything from finding out the truth behind this, so scram!" He yelled. His face was now beet red in anger.

I gritted my teeth again. I knew this wasn't going to get me anywhere so I held my composure.

"That wasn't my goal, sir. But if you insist, I'll go." I smiled at him, resisting the urge to stomp on his balls.

I turned on my heel and walked away as fast as I could. As soon as I reached the elevator I let out a frustrated scream. I had learned a while ago that the elevator was almost fully soundproof, so I knew no one would hear me.

I didn't want to head back to Larry's just yet. I wanted to check on Chug since I knew he was easily freaked out by death or anything involving the subject. I headed to 303, and knocked on the door.

Chug opened the door, a bag of chips in his hand, the crumbs from the bag on his cheeks. I smiled at the sight. I knew he ate a lot when he was nervous.

"Hey, bud. How are you holding up?" I asked.

"A little better now. Why'd you ask?" He asked, shoving another chip in his mouth.

"Just checking up on my friend." I smiled again. I made it my duty to check up on the people I cared about since no one besides Viola really did the same for me growing up.

We said our goodbyes and I went back down to the basement where Larry was. Larry sat on his stool, painting on his canvas.

"Hey, I'm back." I announced as I walked over to him to see what he was painting.

"Hey, (Nickname)." He said. He put his brush down and looked at me. His dark circles were a lot more defined today. It made me a little sad.

I reached up, ruffling his hair. "I know it's a lot to handle, Larry. But we're strong, we can get through this." I reassured him.

Larry smiled weakly at me. We talked about random stuff until he seemed to cheer up a little. I suggested that we could play Sanity's Fall if he wanted. I didn't really listen to a lot of their music like he did, but I felt bad and I think we both needed something to calm ourselves down. He agreed and he played a song, one I hadn't heard before.

It was about halfway through the song when we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Larry yelled, turning the song off and directing his attention to the door.

The door opened and a blue haired boy stood in the doorway. He was very short, definitely shorter than I was.

"Hey, my name is Sal. Sal Fisher. Your mom said I should come down here and meet the two of you." He said. He played with the end of his sleeves, wringing the hem nervously in his fingers.

"Sup, I'm Larry and this here is (Y/N)." Larry said first.

"You can call me (Nickname), though." I interjected. I stared at Sal for a second. Aside from his mask, he looked pretty normal. "I like your shirt."

"O-Oh, thanks. It was my mom's." He replied quietly.

"So, what's with the mask? Do you have no face under there or something?" Larry asked.

I quickly jabbed Larry his side with my elbow.

"Excuse him, he's a professional dumbass." I laughed awkwardly.

Sal laughed too. "It's fine. Actually, it's a prosthetic."

My eyes widened, then I sent a quick glare to Larry.

"Oh, shit sorry, dude." He apologized.

Sal shook his head. "It's chill. Anyway, I was wondering if you guys could tell me about what happened in 403."