Sally Face x Reader

Blue Haired Girl er-Boy?

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"Don't blame me for not wanting to accept others. I just want to keep things the way they are. If you let others in they bring their problems with them."
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Sal POV
Today we completely finished the packing. I was in my room with Gizmo and Dad was out working again. While I was playing with my gear boy I couldn't help but let my thoughts wonder to the girl of yesterday.

I remembered all her bruises and cuts. The way she was so nonchalant. Like she didn't even notice it.

I don't know what happened to her. I wonder if I already creeped her with my prosthetic, which happens way more than one would think. Either way if that's the case I don't need people like that in my life right now anyway.

Even so, I still hope she found help. Honestly though who would've thought that would be my first encounter in these apartments. Well I have to admit there are some real weirdos in this building. Like, that Pony collector guy Charley? Everything about him just kinda screamed child molester. I'd keep an eye out for him but other than I don't even think it's possible for him to get up from his chair so that makes him kinda harmless in a way.

Mr. Addison is also kinda odd but he clearly deals with some extreme anxiety. Oh, and then there's Mrs. Rosenberg. She may just be a little old lady but you can get into some real deep shit conversations with her. I think it's pretty cool.

I also met the janitor, Lisa, she was really nice. Probably the most normal person around too.

She mentioned she had a son my age and told me to pass by and say hello. I didn't really get to do that yesterday but I guess I could swing by today. Making up my mind I give Gizmo one last pat on the head and left. I remember I saw a cat yesterday just wondering around the apartments.
'I don't think strays could get in on Lisa's watch so I'm guessing it's someones. Anyway, I'll try to find its owner another day' I thought as I stepped out of the elevator and walked into the basement floor.
I knocked a couple of times only to get no response. 'Hmm whatever I'll come back later,' as I was about to leave I heard muffled "Who is it?"
Which I answered to "Hey, uh, Larry? Your mom said I should come say hi. I just moved to 402."
"Oh, hey, come on in, door's open" Just like that I Enter his room and I'm met with a tall ass giraffe with long hair, who I'm assuming, is Larry. As I look around I notice a second person. But I'm surprised when I realize it's not just anyone. It's the girl from yesterday.

"I-it's you" I stutter still in surprise.
She was all bandaged up and in different clothes. Over all she was in better shape. I let out a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding. "Wait. Do you guys know each other?" Larry asked. 
"No," she answered before I could. "We simply passed each other in the elevator. That's all." She said dryly. As if daring anyone to ask further questions.

Larry took the initiative to start the conversation again."Hey dude, I really like your mask. It's hella metal"
"It's a prosthetic." I say flatly. I know he wasn't trying to be offensive but you get tired of this same shit after years.
"Oh, shit. Sorry man."
"It's cool I'm used to much worse by now. So I'm glad you like it," I shrugged.
"So...do you have like, no face under there? What the hell happened?"
"Haha nah I do, but I'd rather not talk about it." I tried being casual but the topic was too straining for me.
"Okay well, change of subject. I'm Larry I live down here with my mom."
"I'm Sal. My friends call me Sally Face. I just moved here with my dad from New Jersey."
"They called you Sally Face?"
"Yeah...let me rephrase that, people at my old school called me Sally Face. I figured if I owned the name then the assholes wouldn't use it against me."
"Shit sounds rough, I can tell you're a complicated dude Sal. You're pretty strange. Heh I think we're gonna get along fucking fine."
"Ha, that's funny, your mom said that too!" Once me and Larry started get into good conversation I could feel the stare of the second person in the room. I think Larry felt it too cause he then introduced her.
"Ah well since you guys haven't properly met the girl over there is my friend-"
"Y/n, nice to meet you Sally Face." She quickly interrupted
"Uh, yeah nice to meet you too." She looked like she was gonna say something else but then she held herself back.

Not knowing what to do I tried getting the conversation back up "So, uh. Do any of you know what happened in 403?" Larry literally jumped the moment I said those words.
"SHH! Ok first you gotta be quite whenever you're gonna talk about that shit, man"
"What the hell. Why? What is it?" My curiosity always getting the better of me. I could tell whatever he was gonna say was probably going to be horrible. And that honestly made me wanna know all the more.
"It's because the murderer is still in the building" Larry said quietly.
"Holy fuck Really? Who? How do you know?" I'm intrigued to the point of no return. Ever so slightly a feel a presence creep up behind me I turn to see y/n giving me a menacing look.
"Because I am the murderer" She mumbled with a glare that could kill. I stumble back at her words, "What the fu-" I'm about to cuss but Larry calls her out before I can.

"What the fuck was that y/n," Larry said while nudging the girl that is now laughing on her own
"Pfft haha! Come on it was a little funny. Jesus I could feel you panic from here dumbass"
"The hell! You could've been a murder for all I know"
"True, but you don't gotta worry. This metalhead and I are good christian children. Although Larry isn't wrong, you should be careful. The killer is still in this building and God knows what he'd do if he heard us." y/n quickly went from friendly kidding to dead serious in one sentence.

Larry and y/n ended up telling me the whole story of Miss Sanderson's murder. Larry apparently witnessed it first hand and that they both saw Charley do it. Larry speculates that it was because Miss Sanderson had some rare glitter pony Charley wanted, but y/n thinks that there's more to it. "Damn that's tough. I can't believe it was him though. I mean he is a real creep but he seemed like the harmless type of creep. Y'know?"

"Yeah I get what you mean. Honestly I'm surprised he was able to get up from his chair." y/n commented.

"Heh true, but for real. Shouldn't you guys tell the police or something?" I said as I realized this is a real thing that is happening and I'd honestly prefer not having to be worried about being murdered in my sleep by some weirdo.

"I tried talking to that detective dude but he kept saying I needed evidence as if my word is not enough. Like, what the hell? I was fucking there! Larry mentioned clearly outraged.
"Damn I we really need to get that guy behind bars but I don't know what we could do." I said not really knowing how to get evidence against Charley.
"Well then I think it's about time we make a plan"
y/n spoke up.

(A/n: I hope people like the story cause I'm really trying here.)