⚠️ *WARNING!* This story is 18+ and contains mentions of abuse as well as profanity, a teeny bit of sexual content, alcohol and drug use, TOXICITY, depression, and a lot of tears. Please read notes at the ends of chapters in case I add a warning for future chapters! ➖➖➖➖ This is a Sally Face fanfic! In this universe, some of the paranormal aspects exist but the cult doesn't-- just to keep the conclusion working in favor of the story! The name 'Emilie' is pretty much a placeholder for y/n. She has no description because I want everyone to envision her as yourselves! ➖➖➖➖ Emilie kept to herself. She avoided people as best as she could. She did this for multiple reasons, mainly because most people generally sucked. Still, it didn't mean she hadn't craved human contact somewhere deep down-- even if she hasn't realized it yet. She noticed Sal Fisher the second she moved to Nockfell. The blue-haired boy intrigued her with his expressionless prosthetic and his overall nonchalance. His carefree and bad-boyish personality was something she wished she had, but not enough to be envious of him. It was enough to admire him. Sal and Emilie are thrust into a sudden friendship- if you'd like to call it a friendship- that changes their lives forever. Together, they realize life is a lot of things, but it surely isn't simple- especially when it comes to the two of them. Life is a living hell. They have Travis, some guy from out of state, Larry and Ash who can't figure themselves out, Emilie's dads band, and worst of all- the popular kids. Through their f*cked up journey, Emilie slowly begins to uncover the roots of her admiration for Sal Fisher through their blooming friendship. So, I'll leave you all to answer the question: will it only be a friendship? +++++++ (The photos in the cover are NOT mine and neither are any of the characters (not including my own characters) from the Sally Face universe. )

everything was blue... his pills, his hands, his jeans... ... and he's blue Completed 6-2-19✓ * sequel :" angel under the mask " out now! °this story takes place in current times, instead of the late 80's early 90's as the game takes place, and they're all seniors in high school° !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in Sallyface !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in sallyfacexreader ❤️ #10 in sallyface (1.17.19) #18 in sallyface (1.11.19) #21 in sallyface (12.23.18)

Previously known as Motherf*cker! ⚠️THIS STORY IS 18+ It contains a lot of suggestive language, tense situations, and smut. Please know this if you choose to read! -- When life gives you lemons, you squash those fuckers and move on- -and that's exactly the type of motto that Y/n L/n has adopted. Life has been tough and y/n's had enough of it. Day after day, she watches her old friends from Nockfell spend their days having fun with each other in the best way possible, which just so happens to be in front of millions of people. Her friends are streamers. But her friends have a new addition- some guy called Sally Face. He's the most popular streamer in the group, which also includes Larry, Ash, and Todd. Sally Face is hot. He's mysterious. He's charming. He's funny. He's dark. And the best part? He's a fucking dick. ----- Sal Fisher X fem!reader :P

Sal Fisher x FemReader Rock band Weeping Angels lose their bass guitarist to an unfortunate accident and are in desperate need of a replacement to continue their adventure. The perfect candidate turns out to be Y/N L/N, a fiercely talented girl whose bass guitar skills are unmatched, but their leading guitarist, Sal Fisher, doesn't plan on making her band life any easier because he can't fucking stand her from the moment she appears in front of him. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Drugs, SA, Smut, Strong language BOOK COVER: fanart is not mine, I just made it into my cover! EVERY PICTURE OR FANART IN THIS BOOK IS NOT MINE AGE OF ALL MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK: 18 - 20

"Tim," I finally spoke, my voice cracking from misuse and my crying. "Tim, I think I did something bad." Tim looked like a deer in headlights at the sound of me finally speaking. "It's okay, baby," he said, dropping the rag and moving so he was directly in front of me. "It's going to be okay." I let out another choked sob as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me as I could. Tim was quivering in my touch as he tried to stay strong. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his face into my hair. "We're going to be okay, yeah?" ----- Dear Diary, What. The. Fuck. You would think the encounters from working at waffle house would be weird enough for a lifetime, but next thing you know, I'm falling head-first in love with three - technically five - men and fighting for my life in a series of trials set up by an eldritch god. I guess normality was never my forte, but this is something else entirely. Let's see how this ends? Creepypasta Proxies [ Ticci Toby, Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Tim Wright (Masky) x OC] Started: June 3rd, 2021 Ended: July 21, 2022 Word Count: 121k

The curse of Luck, the ability to never fail, to never suffer, but is that not suffering in itself? I'm bored of living, bored of lying. If I cant end it myself, I'll get a monster to do it for me. -------------------------------------------------------- ill try to make this as gender natural as possible. WARNING- this story makes light of heavy topics. #1 creepypastaxreader /2023-05-04 #1 goodluck /2022-01-19 #1 proxies /2022-03-07

☆ It was...horrific. Blood drenched his palms, the sleeves of his jacket, his face...especially on the blades of his hatchets. My heart stopped as I looked at him carefully step towards me, as if I were prey. Toby's brown eyes got even darker as his grip loosened from the hatchet in the boy's back. Did I ever mention that I find blood on men extremely attractive? AC: shatteredankles TW: There are topics of abuse in this story, so please read cautiously ☆

[COMPLETED] "There's something I just have to do. Remember that incident with BEN?" I frowned and slowly nodded my head. "Well, I need to make sure something like that never happens. I need to make sure that everyone knows that you're mine." He smirked and took a knife that was on a night table next to the bed. "How about we leave a mark on you?" _______________________________________ DISCLAIMER: this story contains vulgar language, gore, abuse, murder, sexual content. My first fanfic. Hope you enjoy ^^ (The cover pic is mine btw) (Y/n) - your name (E/c) - eye color (S/c) - skin color Highest rankings: #1 in JeffTheKiller #1 in Horror And I don't quite remember any more, wasn't paying attention :DD