Tears Of Ashes (Sal Fisher X Reader)

Chapter I: Newbie

guys its nostalgic watching the old Gloom gameplay to write this, I used to have a sally face hoodie and I made my own dumbass sally face mask I'd put lipstick on my face and go out in public with all that. when in my life did I stop feeling shame to wear a Sally Face mask in public.

Btw names of brands and stuff are stupid like "Lays chips" would be "Bays chips" or something cause they do that in Sally face and it's fucking awesome.

I was in my room putting my beanbie babies up on their shelves and my favorites on my bed. I had destroyed my room recently and had to clean it up before my mother got back. I felt tired of being in this apartment, tired of having to even look at my room I almost couldn't stand it. I stood up from my bed and I twist my doorknob, opening the door swiftly and yet quietly. I walk out and close my door as quietly as I opened it and I looked over to my mother passed out on the couch with the TV playing GuRrats (Off rugrats, its so funny how they do that in SF). I quietly passed by her and took a blanket from the plastic tub next to the couch and I lift it up onto her, making sure it covered her up enough. I noticed the chewed up gum and Tabaco in the ashtray, only one burned up cigarette in it. I ignore it and go to the front door, opening the door and leaving.

I was going to see Larry as I was worried about him ever since this morning. He was crying to me over the walkie talkie, telling me he witnessed Mrs. Sanderson getting murdered and unfortunately I couldn't help him until I cleaned my room, said by my then passed out mother. She's clueless as to what's happening in my life as usual.

I entered the elevator and pulled out the key card in my pocket, pushing it in. It started to go down slowly as usual, my head down at my feet as I had my eyes half closed out of tiredness but I was always tired. I haven't talked since yesterday, making me wonder if my voice was gone. I would know when I spoke to Larry because no matter how quiet I try to be, he usually can get even a laugh out of me.

The elevator opens and I walk out, opening the door to their apartment and walking in. I looked around and heard metal coming from Larry's room like usual, making me knock loudly on his door. He quiets down the music and speaks from through the door, "One second!". I wait a moment before he opens the door and I finally lift my head.

"Oh, hey Y/n, what's up?" He asks me, acting like nothing happened, moving to the side to let me in. I shrug and walk in, quickly making my way to the bean bag and slamming down as I noticed he had a new painting.

"Dude. This stuff with Mrs. Sanderson made me feel...spooked. Are you okay? You can't just have a panic attack to me over the walkie and then act normal when I'm here," I spoke, he lifts his eyebrows and frowns as he moves back to the front of the easel, continuing his painting.

"Before me, Tell me about it. Like literally," He orders me, I sigh relaxed and sink into the bean bag, almost melting in it. I felt better deciding to come to Larry.

"I heard my mom sobbing this morning and I woke up to it. She told me what happened and she ended up relapsing on her cigarettes and shit. But the worst part is last night, she brought home another guy and he said something that absolutely threw me off so I got triggered and I think I was in a depressive episode for a good while. I destroyed my room and all I ate this morning was shitty scrambled eggs, very cheap potato "fries" with spice and apple juice cause that's all I eat after breakdowns," I vented to him first, knowing he wouldn't rant to me if I didn't tell him anything first. Larry was the type to have me rant first because he was stubborn and worried too much, more about his friends than himself. He hums and nods as he listens to me. I hadn't taken notice because I was used to it by now but he was wearing his usual cologne and he had paint splatters on his cheek and the tips of his fingers were covered in blue.

"Sorry, that sounds really rough. You should spend more nights with me so you don't have to deal with that," He advises me. I shake my head, sitting up a bit.