"You've never shown any interest in Sam's games before," she said, crossing her arms. "Okay?" I asked, confused. "Is there something going on?" She asked, gesturing to him, then back at me. I scoffed, "What the fuck do you mean, 'something going on'?" I asked, defensive. "You know," she said, her tone softening. I knew I should've never told her. "Don't concern yourself, okay."

"or else i'll fucking kill you." it was a gun. it was a gun. he had a gun up to me. i'm gonna die. he's gonna fucking kill me. i'm dead. i don't want to die. i don't want to. travis x sal warnings below - i use the f slur - theres like rlly aggressively described gore at some points i'll put warnings - MENTIONS OF S**CIDE AND SH**TING UP A SCHOOL AND GUNS

It is common knowledge that family values and an eventual future in the Church are the only things that matter to the infamous Travis Phelps. Trapped in an endless void of misery and self-hate, a mysterious young man with pigtails and a freaky mask catches his attention and shakes up his life. He can't take his mind off him. ･ﾟ:* STORY WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, self-harm, depression, explicit sexual content, murder and suicide. *:･ﾟ [ Cross-posted on Archive of Our Own ] 02/05/2023 - #1 in Salvis 02/19/2023 - #1 in Sallyface