"I'm Still Your Fag" - A Salvis fanfic

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(THE ARTIST IS @ breadonlegs 👹👹👹👹👹 PLZ THEYRE SO COOL)

"God its such a nice night",  Sal says to himself while childishly stepping in a puddle on the ground. It had rained that night.
He was in a really good mood. Larry, Sal, Todd, Ashley had a proper fresh gig today at a local bar. It was exhilarating for Sal, he had been headbanging while shredding the SHIT out of his electric guitar during a solo to the point that his prosthetic had almost fallen into the, albeit, small crowd.
Larry had saved him at that point, swiftly grabbing onto the straps and clipping them back together, all while the crowd cheered at his swift reflexes.
Best bro ever, Sal thinks and then chuckles to himself while reminiscing that moment.
Truth be told, it was their first ever performance, and only God knows what kind of guy Larry had to suck off in order to get such an unknown band onto a stage like that, or any stage really. But the band was insanely grateful nonetheless, Larry was the guy who kept the band together for the most part, he is the stars in their sky's and the ground beneath their feet>0<haha lol jk but he is cool. For the most part, they consider themselves an alternative rock band with Ashley as their lead singer, though Sally and Larry often chime their own parts in too, Sal and Lar are guiatarists and Todd is their drummer. They haven't figured out a name for themselves just yet.
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While putting his hands in his pockets, Sal realised how much they hurt.
"Sheesh dude i must have dropped my pick I some point during the solo.."He cringed as he looked at his bleeding thumb

Sal had always been wary of blood, it makes his stomach turn in a way that nothing else really compares to and only really ever reminds him of how he aquired his prosthetic in the first place.

This reminded him of one of Sals headbanging sessions with Larry where his prosthetic had detached and launched itsself at larrys nose, causing it to bleed, Sal couldnt help but feel queasy all while helping Larry clean up.

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So im sure you could imagine his horror when Sal had walked into,  what could only be described as a massacre,  in the middle of an alley on his way back home.