---UNDERGOING EDITING!!!---- Cw: gore, abuse, scars, blood, underage alcohol/drug usage, foul language, ect No smut. Fluff only. I spoke before he could hurt me again. "I know what's under the church, father." His face twisted with anger, but I kept going, tightening my grip on his wrist. "And I'm fascinated with it." "What do you mean, boy?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to join the Devourers of God." (This story actually has a plot:) None of these characters, art, ect belongs to me. All rights go to the creator of the sally face games :)

A Salvis Slow burn ig 😃 ‼️(TW: Abuse, and Suicide, OD, Grooming/Pedophilia, homophobia/transphobia :TW)‼️ (I apologize in advance if this is bad, I tried my best. it's just to help with my hyper fixation---)

A simple conversation for one can mean so much to another. For years after graduation, Travis Phelps has been visited by the man who seemed to be the only person in the world that had ever offered help and support to him, but hate has always prevaled his ability to accept his help, even in his darkest of times. Travis, now grown into a pastor, has to decide whether to keep within the familiarity in his ways- or accept the only hand that had ever been held out to him. But first, there needed to be a conversation. This Fanfiction will contain: Religious themes Religious Trauma Familial Abuse (Mental and Physical) LGBTQ+ themes Sex Mentions of Incest Racism Mysterious death these themes are not for everyone, but its part of this story. I do not condone the negative topics within this story. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. Thank you.

Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

Travis grew up knowing a couple things. One of those things was that being gay was a sin, and that if you were gay, or anything like that, you're going to hell. Or at least, that's what he was told. But after an incident with Sal in the boys washroom, Travis starts to think that he might have been wrong the whole time. Just a quick warning, this is a pretty heavy story and contains things like abuse (both verbal and physical), drug use, suicidal thoughts and attempts, slurs and swearing. I'm adding trigger warnings but read carefully, don't force yourself to read anything you don't want to :) Otherwise enjoy the story!

Travis Phelps es gay. Es una de las muchas cosas de sí mismo que odia, junto con el mechón que ve en su estómago que todos los demás dicen que no está allí y las raíces oscuras de su cabello que manchan el rubio que lo tiñe. Llama "maricón" a los perdedores de su escuela con la esperanza de que algún día él se despierte y no sea uno de ellos. Como si si actuara con rectitud, se mantuviera. Después de un tiempo, la actuación se vuelve más fácil, hasta que casi se convence a sí mismo de que realmente es heterosexual. Hasta que Sal Fisher llega a la ciudad, y de repente, con su llamativo cabello azul y su extraña máscara facial, agarra el corazón de Travis con fuerza en su mano. De repente, ya no es tan fácil fingir.

-Yo... Fui yo quien escribió esa carta. Te escribí esa carta a ti. Escribí una confesión para romperla, tirarla y quemarla... con la esperanza de que mis sentimientos se deshicieran con ella. Pero eso no pasó.

Después de los homicidios en los apartamenos Addison, Sally Face fue condenado a perpetua. Y la vida siguió para Travis Phelps. Creció, se casó y tuvo una hija. Tomo el lugar de su padre en la iglesia y todo estaba bien. Se habia olvidado del culto, de los demonios, de la violencia. Hasta que el pasado toca a su puerta para recordarle que, no importa lo que haga, no importa el tiempo que pase, seguira siendo el mismo asqueroso pecador de 15 años que escribió aquella estupida carta de amor.

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?" The blue haired boy asked sorrowfully, looking up to the unnatural blonde, dreading his answer. "You need to stop pretending we are in this one." Travis answered the smaller boy aggressively, his face turned in despair. His tone filled with sadness, yet laced with aggression. Soulmates don't always mean you stay together forever and be perfect, it can mean you'll always find your way back to each other. Once Travis gets suspended, his father forces him to work at the Addison Apartments as a punishment. Naturally thinking of this as the worst thing ever, what if it's the best? Flip phones come out a year early in this story, along with dvd players, 1995, and is first set a week before winter break, December 14, 1995. WARNINGS: Questioning of God's existence, eating disorders, bullying mentions, internalized homophobia, drugs, abuse, possibly more unmentioned. Started on : 12/22/23 , Ended on : 2/8/24 .

People at Nockfell high have rumored that Travis Phelps was a homo, a fag. When A beating goes too far and a young mind breaks down in a unfair world, nobody could help him... Or so he thought. (all characters are owned by the portable moose company, credits to artist on first page, I do not know who you are but this is amazing artwork, and I do not claim it as my own.)