This story is fanfiction and will not always be completely accurate to the original game/story as it's my head cannon. This story is about Sal trying to find his way through life while staying under cover to avoid being an outcast in society while t...
Y/n's POV: You hear laughter as father Charles says "Just don't kill anyone here!" You hear a faint, muffled? voice chuckle timidly, you could tell the question made him upset as his voice was serious. "that won't be necessary sir". The voice although muffled, was clear and deep, you can't help but wonder who this person was.
Sal's POV: "I'll show you to your room Mr.Fisher." "Please, it's Sal, just Sal.." The man walks Sal down the hallway as y/n quietly exits not to be seen eavesdropping. "Here we are" "As you requested, I chose the room that is neither on the fourth floor or the basement" *those floors bring too many memories* 💭 Sal thinks.
Father Charles' POV: "I suppose you'll need toiletries, I shall have my kid, Y/n to bring some toiletries and a care package." "I hope you will enjoy your stay Sal. We shall discuss payments next week" If you need anything, just ring me! My number is on the door." "Thank you" said Sal. *What a strange kid. That can't can't truly be a prosthetic, he looks like a ghost* 💭
Third person perspective: Sal sits and grabs his guitar, 🎸 he starts playing "be nice to me" by the front bottoms. There's a knock on the door*
Y/n's POV: You've come to bring his stuff. You hear music, it's slower than the actual song so he must be playing it, it sounds like a bass, or an electric guitar. *This stuff is heavy* 💭. You knock harder this time, you reach to knock again as you say "knock kn-'' The door swings open to him standing there. He's only slightly taller than you, at least 5'6'' (167cm), he has blue hair in messy..pigtails? And some sort of mask.. He says "You must be Y/n" "I'm Sal, we won't probably see each other much" "I brought you a plug-in cook top" you say. He takes the stuff from you and says "Thank you very much...good evening..Y/n" He's about to close the door before you stop and blurt "Wait!" *what the hell, Y/n* 💭 you think. "What's with the mask?" He replies a bit harshly, "It's a prosthetic" and closes the door. "What a first impression.."you grumble under your breath. "What a weirdo"| "What a weirdo"
Third person perspective: Sal plugs in the cooktop and grabs a pack of ramen and cooks it* "Tasty..." he says. He adds a slice of cheese then eats it
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