(Y\N) moves to Nockfell, expecting it to be peaceful and not so full of drama and crime. Though, Its the opposite. Opening up hasn't been too easy until you met Larry and Sal, who live in the same apartment complex as you, Sal has a cool prosthetic mask, and he's super chill, Larry is Handsome, Creative, hard-working, and Caring. You think you have a crush on him. (Will not directly be following the Game's storyline, but will use parts of it to reference the time frame) (This is my first fan fiction! Please don't come at me!) Based off the game "Sally Face" by PortableMoose EDIT (APRIL 5TH 2020): This is a FINISHED STORY. I will not be updating it any farther than this. I wrote this in 7th grade months BEFORE chapter 4, so not everything is accurate. But then again this is a fanfic and it doesn't matter LMAO. Thank you for the votes and Reads. I appreciate it!

⚠️Warning⚠️ -use of strong language. Moving into Nockfell won't be that crazy, right? After meeting 'the gang' and a certain someone, your starting to question if this town really is normal... This story will take place after Episode 3 and will later transition into Episode 4. This is my first time writing anything Sally Face related (or a fanfic), so sorry if it isn't that good. Also, sorry if this has errors, I tend to type really fast lol. Please enjoy!

⚠️Warning⚠️ -use of strong language. Second Book to the 'Fired Up' Series! After discovering a surprising secret, what crazy adventures will the gang end up in now? Welcome back! My first book 'Fired Up' is available to read right here in my account. I recommend reading that before this one. Please enjoy!

I suddenly became painfully aware of my legs laying across his thighs. I didn't look away from the screen as I shifted my legs, feeling them graze over him. I was keenly aware of him clearing his throat, sounding just as strained. My pant leg had rolled up over the course of the film, and my bare flesh softly brushed up against his bare stomach where his shirt had also ridden up. The little release of air from his mouth, low and strained, made an icy chill run from the small of my back up to the tip of my spine.