{Editing} Sally Face Characters x reader : Oneshots / Scenarios

Oneshot: Sal x Reader|| Like cats and dogs {Edited}

Like cats and dogs

Warnings: Swearing ( light)

Backstory: You have a dog and you hate cats ( Hear me out, I love cats but just for the story you don't like them and if you don't like dogs i'm sorry.)

Your Point of View

Despite the fact me and Sal have been friends for a long time, and even live in the same apartment building, we've never been to each other's homes. Today in science we were put into a group for a project, so for the first time I invited him to my place.

Everyday the guys and I would all walk home together, it was a win-win for us. When we got in the elevator we got off one by one; first Larry, then Todd, then Chug, and then finally me and Sal as we made it to the fourth floor.

We stepped out and made our way to 404, my apartment.
"My family is out right now so we'll be alone." I said opening the door with my key and letting us in. Inside we sat down our bags and got out our assignment.

"Nice place (Y/N), do you-" He was cut off by a bark and then the floor creaking as my dog (Do/N =dogs name) ran over.
"Hey buddy!" I yelled grabbing and hugging my dog happily. I turned to look at Sal to see him behind the couch.

"S-sal? Are you ok?" I asked standing up a bit.
"You-you have a d-dog?" He had a death grip on the couch as his eyes were only on (Do/N).
"Yeah? What's the problem?"

"I-I don't l-like dogs." I almost felt offended by his words, but I only sighed and said,
"Fine, I'll just put him in my room-"
"No," He cut me off, "I mean, I-I just... could we just do this at my house instead?... please?"

Again signing I nodded and we packed up our things and went to his house. When we walked in he yelled to his dad he was home and sat at the dining table. I sat with him still a bit grumpy he didn't like (Do/N), but it quickly left my mind when I felt something rub against my leg.

I looked down and saw a bright orange tabby cat looking up at me with big green eyes.
"Ew." I said pulling my legs up to the chair and away from the cat. Sal look under the table and then said
"What do you mean 'ew', it's just Gizmo, he's fine." I just looked at him like he was crazy.

"Sal, cats are gross. All they do is throw up and scratch up things." I said crossing my arms.
"Cats? Gross?" He started looking me in the eyes "You own a dog you should know how gross they are. Like they eat their own shit!" Now I was NOT happy
" (Do/N) has never and would never!" I yelled at him now holding onto the table.

"And they slobber all over the place and-and hurt people." He said, with the end of his sentence a bit quieter, but that didn't stop me from continuing on.
"Hurt people? Cats hurt people all the time. Their nails cut like razor blades!" As I said the Gizmo hopped up on the table and sat in the middle of us.

I pushed away from the table and stood up saying.
"You know what, let's just do this in class." and with that I walked out.

For the rest of the week Sal and I have been at each other throats, fighting back and forth over VERY small things. All of our friends have noticed it, even some teachers, but they never really said anything about it.

The day we turned in our science project we got it back to see that we had got a D- on it, and spent the rest of class fighting over it. At the end of the day I didn't want to walk with the boys, walk with him. I let them get a good head start before I made my way home.

When I got there, I walked to my door and reached into my pocket for my keys to find them gone. I sighed and looked in my backpack only to find nothing.
'Great," I thought as I stood by my door 'now I have to wait for someone to get home.'

I sat in the floor and as I did I noticed that Sal's cat was sitting in the hall as well. I scoffed at it and crossed my arms. The cat watched me before heading my way.
"N-no kitty, p-please go back home." I said, but the cat just walked closer. When it got close enough, it started to rub against me again, causing me to tense up.

"N-no kitty, go away." But the cat continued and started to purr. I wasn't sure what to do so I pat his head softly. "G-good kitty... Good Gizmo." Gizmo looked up at me and gave a small meow and then licked my hand, causing me to giggle a bit.
"I-I guess you're not so bad." I said petting him again.

He then took my long sleeve softly and pulled it then walked a bit away. I was confused and just sat there. But he did it again so I assumed he wanted me to follow. He walked me over to the wall by the elevator and Sal's door, then picked up something shiny.

I took it from his mouth to see it was my house keys.
"Oh Gizmo!" I started and picked up the chubby tabby " Thank you, you are a good cat!"

Just as I said that Sal's door opened and I heard him say,
"Gizmo, are you out here-" He stopped when he saw me "Why do you have Gizmo?!" I quickly let the cat down and looked at him with my hands up.

"I-I... I was thanking him f-for finding my keys." I said as the cat in question meowed rubbing on my leg. I looked up at Sal and then continued. "S-sal... I'm sorry, for everything. About Gizmo, about the fighting, about getting us a D on our project."

In the eye holes of his mask I could see his face soften.
"I'm... I'm sorry too... This was my fault just as much as yours. I-I should of just told you that... A dog is the reason I have a prosthetic... So I'm really scared of them."

"Oh Sal," I started as I hugged him "I'm so sorry, gosh I wish I would've known. I feel terrible for being so mean!" He hugged me back and said,
"It's ok I get it. You love your dog, and didn't see any reason to not like them. That's how I felt about Gizmo!"

As we went back and forth Gizmo sat happily knowing he helped put our relationship back together.

(A/N I may do a another one about Sally's fear of doggos)

Edited on: 8-22-20