Sally Faces a Killer (Sal x Reader)

Ch 3: Conversations

a/n: Okay so I know canonically Sal texts like this 'r u ok lol?' buuuuuut...nah we're just gonna ignore that for a bit. Also let's pretend they have better smartphones and live more modernly because I was literally born in the tail end of the 90's (1998) so I don't know much about that era. Okay? Okay.

Also about the drawing I made, that's just how "(Y/N)" looks like in my head lol.

— Sal's P.O.V —

My breathing went back to normal when I slowed down into a walking pace when I saw (Y/N)'s figure in the distance. She was walking slowly, looking at the forest around her in curiosity. Figures she would look around first, she was still new in the town. We all should've at least walked her back.  I know the path to the parking lot was close but she could've gotten lost either way.

Suddenly she stopped in her tracks as she turned around to face me.  I felt embarrassed just following her around quietly like some weird stalker. I bet my mask just made her even more uncomfortable about it too.

Despite how I looked she still stared at me the same way she always did which really surprised me. She never looked disgusted at me, never looked afraid either. Just always painfully neutral and polite.  Maybe it was a facade to try and make me feel better about my self? I didn't know for sure.

But that doesn't matter now because that stare was kinda making me feel awkward.

She tilted her head to the side and urged me forward. My legs moved on their own accord and before I knew it, I was right in front of her.

Damn.  She was almost as tall as Larry so she towered over me by a lot. I was never particularly bothered by my height before, but now I definitely was.

Her eyes bore into mine steadily, and I found it hard to break away from her. I knew that I should've, my face was something that people hated and made fun of all the time. She must've been thinking about how monstrous I really looked up close.

I didn't see it at first, but she lifted a finger and pressed it against the nose of my mask. It caught me off guard and I pulled my head back.

She looked just as surprised as I was as she stared at the finger that poked my nose. Her mouth opened as if to say something, and much to my surprise I was actually waiting in anticipation, but nothing came out. She closed her mouth quickly, touching her throat with one hand. She looked lost for a second, then sad, then frustrated. It must be hard wanting to communicate something but not being able to do so easily.  I kind of felt bad for her.

She grabbed her whiteboard and wrote quickly. She leaned over to show me what she wrote.

'I'm sorry.'

I was taken aback for a moment, my face growing hot from the close proximity.

"Ah, no, it's no big deal."

I kept my face down but I could tell she was staring at my face still. For some reason, I don't think she was looking down on me for it, or was afraid of me, just curious.

"It's a prosthetic. My face is kind of, um..er, it...was an accident from when I was a kid. Got too close to a dog and...well then this happened. You probably don't wanna see it. It's all scarred and pretty ugly."

I motioned to my mask to prove my point. She nodded thoughtfully. She looked down at her own body for a moment before turning her back to me. I was pretty confused for a second before she started lifting her shirt. My face flushed hard and my hands went to cover my eyes, but stopped when I saw the scars.

They were old, but they littered her back, at least from the small part she was willing to show. No wonder she didn't react negatively to my mask, she's been through something probably worse. But why'd she do that?