Disclaimer: this is the old version of this fanfic. It is unfinished, it is old. If you're genuinely wanting to fuel your Sally Face hyperfixation please read the rewrite on my profile, thank you <3 Sally Moves into the odd and haunted apartment after the death of his mother and a horrific accident that left him with a prosthetic face. While there he meets Larry J. a chill guy who is obviously a stoner, they hit it off well, but Sal is currently questioning his relationship with his newly found friend.

Just a bunch of Septiplier stories. Good God I'm such trash for that.

-Septiplier fluff/sex- Literally only made for shits and giggles, I love Mark and Jack but I'm not one of those people that is trying to force the relationship. I think it's fun to write stories, but let's keep them stories. -liz

Smut....smut....smut....and then the depression hits.• ON HOLD RN• •NOT FINISHED• *I'm so really really sorry for my crappy story* ~Pictures aren't mine~