C:R~I_M-I'N*A^L (Sally Face X Larry)

CHAPTER: ~3~

Sal woke up in his own apartment, his head throbbing.

"Fuck... how'd I get here?" He asked himself. The boy looked over to the table close to his bed, reaching out for his Walkie talkie.

"Larry face?" Sal muttered.

"Sup, Sally Face?" Larry replied with a smug voice. It was around 5 o'clock PM, the boys getting out of school only a few hours before.

"What happened? Why was I asleep? And how did... how did I get home?" The blue heisted boy mumbled, attempting to recall his past actions, the ones before he woke up.

"That's a long story. You got time?" Larry asked.

"Always. Dads usually at work, and when he's not at work he's asleep." Sal rolled his eyes, even though he knew that the other boy couldn't see him.

"Well... I was teaching you to spray paint things, ya know, helping you learn your style. You swore up and down that you didn't need a mask since you had your prosthetic on, but when you were climbing down the latter in the treehouse, you fell." Larry sighed. "You didn't seem hurt, you just passed out. Either from the fumes or something like them. I took you to your apartment, took off your mask and tucked you in. I hope you don't mind, I couldn't remove your glass eye." Larry stumbled over his words, trying to recall the events.

"Damn. Thanks dude." Sal shrugged, an awkward silence falling over the two.

"Video games at my place?" Larry finally spoke up.

"Video games at your place." Sal echoed, getting up and strapping his mask on. He moved quickly, putting his shoes on and rushing off to the elevator. The boy waited as the old, rickety machine to reach the basement. A ding sounded, indicating that Sal needed to leave. Sal quickened his steps, not nothing to knock as he entered Lisa's apartment and Larry's room.

"Took ya long enough." Larry complained, sitting up from his bed.

"Oh shush. I had to get a different eye, and feed Gizmo, and-" He was cut off by Larry placing his hand over the other boy's mouth.

"No more excuses. Just games." Larry smiled, picking up two controllers from the mess he called a room.

"Talked to Megan lately?" Larry questioned, getting the game up and running.

"Yes, sadly actually. She seems so lonely when I visit her. She's getting better, since we defeated the red eyed demon." Sal shrugged. "What game are we playing?" The boy stood up and walked over to Larry, peaking over his shoulder.

"Uhhh... mortal combat?" Larry smiled, looking up at Sal.

"That works!" Sal replied happily, moving back over to the other boy's bed. He recalled the first time he stayed at Larry's place. The boys had a long night of gaming, only stopping when Lisa got home at 12 in the morning. Almost a whole 8 hours of gaming. The boys where laughing, yelling, and eating junk food throughout their marathon. When the boys finally went to bed, they fell asleep together, embracing each other. It was platonic, but Sal enjoyed it. The memories made the boy blush without him noticing it.

"You alright?" Larry's voice cut through Sal's tangled thoughts, bringing him back down to reality.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's fine- I'm mean, I'm fine. Yeah it's chill." Sal quickly stated, causing him to stumble over his words. Larry laughed, handing his friend a controller.

...

"Ahhhhhh, fuck off!" Larry shouted, flinging his controller across the room. Sal rolled around the floor, laughing so hard that tears started rolling down his cheeks. Larry pouted, crossing his arms.

"You're such a cheater! You can't just... can't just uh... you can't just win like that!" The dark haired boy whined.

"I can win because you suck!" Sal spat back, smirking.

"Don't be a dick face!" Larry grumbled, crawling across the floor to retrieve his controller. Larry perked up, an idea popping into his head. His dark eyes flashed over to Sal, the blue haired boy paying him no attention as he clicked to the menu of the game. Larry silently approached him, raising his hands. Larry began violently tickling Sal, the boy laughing like a mad man.

"St-Stop! Get off me- me you- you gay ass-" Sal snorted, giggling. The snort only caused Larry to laugh, which made him stop tickling Sal. Sal sat up, out of breath.

"You're such an asshole." The blue haired boy smiled, leaning into Larry. Larry's face tinted pink as he smiled at his best friend.

"Dude that's-" Larry started, But was cut off by a glare.

"I swear to god, if you fucking say, 'dude, that's gay.' One more fucking time!" Sal growled playfully. Larry laughed, then waved goodbye to Sal as he left.

"It was a good day." Larry thought to himself.

Sorry for the short break I took. I was reading a Sally Face X Larry story called "blue bitch". All credit goes to the author; I really recommend reading it! I know this chapter isn't as long as the others (chapters 1 & 2 were 1,000+ words and this one was 800+) and seems kinda rushed, but I thought you still might enjoy it. I just need to find time and motivation to write. I hope you understand and thank you for reading♥️
I'll attempt to update more.