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

CHAPTER: ~4~

GORE WARNING:
The static around the small boy felt suffocating to him, a dark mist bathed in poison.
"Hello?" The lonely boy called out.
No answer.
He couldn't even hear his own words.
The darkness around him closed in slowly, he felt a shiver fall down his boney spine.
"H-Hello?! Anyone! Please!" Still no sound came from the boy's mouth. He turned- an image was displayed before him.
A woman.
A dog.
A little boy.
Everything was peaceful. Everything was perfect.
Until the kid got up.
Slowly, the dog rose to its paws with the little boy. The boys blue hair fell over his face as the dog brutally attacked him, ripping viciously at his face. The woman attempted to stop the animal that disfigured the young man- maybe 3 years old at the time.
"Stop! Let go of him, let go of my sweet baby boy!" The woman screamed.
The dog released.
But that wasn't the end.
The animal then turned his attention toward the blonde haired woman.
She was lovely.
Then the dog attacked her.
He started at her throat, ripping at it just as the dog had to the little boy. Then, the canine clawed at the woman's stomach, ripping her organs out, paining the once green grass red. The woman screamed out in pain, gurgled shouts smothered by the blood that pooled in her mouth.
The little blue haired boy stood by and watched, one eye rolled to shreds on the ground beside him.
He watched in horror.
He watched in fear.
Tears in his eyes as he shouted, "DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Sal woke up, horrified by the dream he'd just had.

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me don't go! MOM!!" He struggled, kicking off the blanket as if it was going to harm him. Tears poured down his soft, scarred cheeks.

"Oh my god... oh my god... it was a dream? It was so real! I felt it... felt the darkness, the suffocation, the- the... the loneliness!" Sal shouted at himself, sobbing.

No one to listen to, no one to talk to.
The boy reached up instinctively and grabbed his hair, it felt unnatural. The usually pigtailed mess on his head was down, soft and recently washed.

He tugged at random strands, despite knowing he shouldn't. Sally looked around, first seeing his glass eye them the walkie talkie.

"Larry... i should call Larry! It's not that late only-" Sal looked at the digital clock, the red letters reading 3:33 AM.

"Shit... too late... too... early. Damnit!" Sal began, talking to himself. He bunches up his fist, his knuckles turning white.

"Well... I can't go back to sleep." With those 7 words the boy got up, slipping on his shoes. All the 15 year old boy wore was a black, baggy sweater with plaid fluffy pants.

"It's a look." Sal shrugged, glancing at his converse.

The boy tiptoed out of his apartment, making a dash for the tree line. There, he found the treehouse that Larry and him always hang out in. The vibes it gave off filled him with happiness as he climbed the small wooden planks that the boys used as stairs. Sally entered the treehouse, coming face to face with a pile of blankets and a few empty beer bottles.

"God fucking damnit Larry..." Sal mumbled, kicking the empty bottles to the side. Sal shimmied into the blanket pile, throwing a few over him. A familiar smell immediately clogged his senses.

Old spice. Axe. A small stench of alcohol that he'd smelled so much when his dad came home. The mixture made him smile.

Larry.

It was Larry.

The smell.

The feelings.

He knew it was.

At some point he fell asleep, no prosthetic, no eye. Just himself, cocooned in a pile of blankets. Of Larry's blankets. The boy sat up, rubbing his eye(s) as he yawned.

"A dreamless night... thanks, Lar." He mumbled to himself.

"You're welcome, Blue." A voice replied from the corner of the wooden house, causing Sal to jump and yelp.

"What the fuck?!" Sally yelled. He flung his head to the side, hair hitting his face. The boy spotted Larry in the corner, laughing his ass off.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you dude!" Larry shouted. Sal buries his reddened face in his hands, knowing any emotion he showed would be known to the world.

That was really the only reason he liked the mask; it made it so that his emotions couldn't be shown.

He liked that.

"You're fine... you ass wipe..." Sal muttered.

"Hey, you scared me pretty damn bad when I came up here to clean up the bottles and found a body in my blankets!" Larry playfully crossed his arms, holding back laughter.

"Sorry about that... nightmare." Sal explained himself, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Larry, sighed, his face becoming serious.

"Talk to me about it." Larry smiled. That damn smile. The smile that always made Sal feel better. Sal took in a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves as he started to explain the dream; tears already started pooling up in his eyes.

...

"Damn... I'm sorry dude." Larry attempted to comfort Sal.

"I can't really tell if it was a dream or not. It was more like a memory... that's how it happened... I was forced to watch as my... as Dian... mom..." Sal trued and failed to explain himself. Before he could even finish his sentence he began to quietly sob into his hands.

"Hey... you're alright. I'm here for you." Larry got up from his spot in the corner, walking over to Sa and crouching beside him. The dark haired boy pulled his friend into an embrace. The hug lasted around 2 minutes before Sally pulled away. Larry took this as an opportunity. He took the bottom and Sal's chin and lifted it slightly. He used his thumb and wiped away Sal's tears.

"I'll always be here for you. No matter what. I promise." Larry smiled.

"I love you, dude. No homo though..." Sal replied. Larry smiled at his short friend.

"Love you too bro." Larry repeated, pulling Sal into another drawn out hug.

Love.

He said he loved him.

Eyyyy, 2 updates in a row, who dis? 1,035 words of the story! Niiiiiiiice! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know it was really gory and stuff. Either way, thank you ALL for reading. (All, what, 5? 8? Maybe more, I'm horrible with this stuff!)
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