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Adult!Sal x Adult!Reader

Sal had ran out of the apartment, yelling and hollering about Larry. I waved at Todd, who looked very obviously worried.

After catching up to him, we continued running until making our way to the treehouse.

To Sal and Y/N.

That can't be good. Sal and I opened the letter, and I bit my lip in anticipation. We read it, and I immediately got choked up.

My eyes widened and Sal started screaming at the sky. He fell to his knees, crying and screaming and cursing to the wind. I fell beside him, waiting for him to feel more comfortable before taking him in my arms.

We stayed there for a moment, crying as our tears mixed with the heavy rain.

Timeskip a few hours.

Me and Sal beat him. We beat Mr. Addison. We looked at eachother. Sal had his mask on and I would no longer smile. We took our weapons, he had a knife and I had a pair of scissors, and we ventures into the apartments.

To kill the tenants.

I did the ones Sal couldn't bring himself to kill, like Chug and Soda, and Robert. We met up at his parents room, and he shivered.

" I can't believe I'm doing this. "

" It has to be done. We have no other choice. " I said, my mind breaking off in pieces along with my heart. We opened the door, and I listened to his father say how proud he was. How he loved him.

I couldn't watch. Sal burst into tears as he stabbed them to death. I listened to his cries and sobs, and helped him out of the room.

Timeskip to the present.

Me and Sal sat in front of the Faux News reporter. I didn't smile, nor did I speak. I stared at the scar on her head, and looked back at her once she pulled out a piece of paper.

" The viewers and I had news of a few... ahem... trigger words, that your girlfriend here has. " She said, blinking and smiling. " Shall we r- "

" No. " Sal said simply. I laid my head on his shoulder silently. " I don't think trigger words are the best option. "

The news reporter sighed. " I was promised two perspectives on a story, and I only got one. She doesn't speak, nor does she smile. " She said.

" She's afraid. "

" Afraid of speaking? Really, Sal, of all the lies you've spun. "

" Not of speaking, of what others will hear her say. She's been traumatized to silence. "

" Three words won't hurt, right Sally Face Killer? "

I looked at Sal, who was progressively getting angrier. " I said no. I don't want her to be triggered right n- "

The news reporter gave the guards a look. The three guards went up and grabbed Sal's arms, dragging him out of his seat and forcing him to stand with the guards.

I was in the seat alone, staring at her.

" Hm. The first word is... Bologna. "

Sal started yelling, begging and pleading for her to stop. I started to shale, hyperventilating and clutching the table tightly.

She narrowed her eyes. " Scissors. " She spoke clearly. Sal started to shake in anger and panic, trying to cover my ears.

I started shaking even worse, swallowing hard.

" Mr.Addison. "

I lunged across the table, screaming and trying to grab at her throat, watching as the lady scurried out of her seat to get away from me.

" I DIDN'T KILL HIM, I SWEAR! You can't BLAME ME! I DIDN'T KILL TERRENCE! I- " I continued to scream, before the guards let Sal go, watching him carefully as he grabbing my arms, rubbing them and holding me close.

I placed my head on his chest, shaking in fear. He pet my hair, trying to make me stop shaking. " Shh.. It's okay, it's okay. " He spoke softly into my ear.

" I swear it's gonna be okay Y/N. " He kissed my forehead. My H/C hair swayed softly, and I just nodded weakly.

They took us back to our prison room, the one we shared and locked us up. I laid in the bed with Sal, listening to his comforting words.

" Why don't you speak? " Sal asked softly.

" Because the last time I spoke was with Larry. When he was alive. We were talking to Megan right before I had moved out. He said... " I got choked up. " He said that he loved my voice. " I said, tears streaming down my face.

" And your smile? "

" I just... I only keep that for you, Sal. " I said, trying to smile at him for good measures.

He frowned, and hugged me again.

" I only speak for you because I love you, Sal. Because you won't judge me or hate me for anything I say. " I sobbed into his chest.

" I know. I've known for a while. "

" People make fun of me for being afraid of it. "

" Of the B? " He said softly. I nodded sadly.

" Well, to hell with them. They don't understand what happened to us, do they? " Sal said, smiling. His mask was hanging on a loose brick next to the cell bars.

We both laughed and went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to Sal hitting the metal bars heavily. I looked at him in confusion.

" Someone stole my fucking mask. " He yelled angrily. " God I hope they are devoured! "

I stared at him. " Sal. " I said softly.

" I'm sorry, love. " He said, sighing. I shook my head.

" I know. " I spoke gently. I coaxed him over into my lap. " I'm getting executed. " I said softly.

Sal started to cry. " I know. I know, and it's in a year. A year is too short, why can't you live longer than me?! I don't.. " He turned around, sitting up at the same time so he faced me.

"You never should've followed me. "

Timeskip to your execution.

I sat in the electric chair, staring at the people watching from behind windows. I watched Sal scream and beg for me not do die.

I just smiled. For the first time in two years, I smiled in front of people.

The electric chair powered up, and with a deafening scream, I was dead.

I could still hear Sal's scream of agony and sorrow. The screech of his shoes as they skid across the floor, letting him slide to his knees. I hear the guards taking him back to his room.

I hear everything. But I see nothing.

I'm sorry, Sal. I really really am.

I love you, Sally Face.

If you can hear me. I just wanted you to know. Heh. Bye.