Who Fucking Cares? (Sally Face x Larry)

Larry?

Sal entered his apartment, collasping on his couch, a large blush under his mask. The night had been more than fantasting. It had been perfect...

He and Ash had danced and goofed around all night. The best part had been when she pulled up his mask and kissed his cheek. She hadn't even flinched either! His heart was still pounding and he found his own member throbbing a little at the memory. He went into his room, picking up Gizmo and carrying the cat out. He set him on the couch, giving him the remote and going back into his room. He closed and locked the door, taking his mask and pants off. He looking at himself in the mirror, extracting his fake eye and putting it in a glass of water.

He looked into the mirror and breathed softly, smiling. His walkie talkie crackled and he picked it up, turning it on. "Larry?"

The static continued and Sally frowned, pulling on his pants. He placed his mask back on, fastening the straps and heading out of his bedroom. Where was his dad? Sally shook his head and went out into the hall of Addison Apartments. He went to the elevator, clicking the button but the light didn't even click on. That was strange. It had been working just a minute ago. He tried to walkie talkie.

Static. Whispers.

"Larry? You there dude?"

"Sal... vator..... lp..."

"Larry?!"