Changes (a SALVIS story)

Changes (a SALVIS story)

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@salxtravisismylife came up with the name for this fic, so please check 'em out! Travis is a bad person. Or-well, that's what he says. He WAS a bad person. He's trying to be better. And after a quick google search, he learns he might HAVE to be better. His father might not allow that. All he'll do is manipulate, beat, and basically do anything he can to hurt Travis. Travis has to stay under the radar until he graduates. Sal-well, he's fucked up. His face was blown off, he has some MAJOR problems, and his dad is not the best (though, trying to be better.). All he's trying to do is graduate senior year and leave this hellhole. But that's not what's happening. Suddenly, his bully-Travis- stops sucking. He actually is trying to be nice, and Sal doesn't believe a single word of it. Though, he'll realize soon enough that Travis doesn't actually hate him. WARNING: There will be swearing, violence, character death, physical abuse, verbal abuse, use of drugs and alcohol, and cult activity. You have been warned. There will NOT BE any smut, as I do not feel comfortable writing it.
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---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 :)

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