Scenario: Witnessing Sal murder everyone in the apartment
Ship: Sally Face/ Sal Fisher x reader
Type: Angst & stress relief/vent
A/N: Haven’t exactky been feeling well. So I made this as a way to release stress. Also tumblr said this post was too long and I couldn’t space it :,) it annoys the crap out of me.
Reblogging is much appreciated ❤️
Your phone rang while loudly as you arrived home from work. It’s been ringing constantly at the end of your shift and while your drove home but, you paid no mind to it.
“I swear to god if it’s Larry trying to annoy me...”, you mumbled, obviously irritated.
Sally wouldn’t call you on days you worked because he understood that you would be busy. Larry would sometimes forget and just annoy you. But he should’ve known that after so many calls that you would’ve been busy. Right?
You pulled your cellphone out of your pocket to see two calls from Sal and several calls from Ashley including multiple texts from her.
Ash would’ve never sent so many frantic calls and texts in such a short period of time. You quickly locked your door to your house and sat down on the couch, trying to calm your nerves down.
Everything was good in life. You had a wonderful boyfriend, who was the one and only Sal fisher and Sally Face. You had a stable job and great friends.
The phone rang silently in the house. And it wasn’t until a click, with a following shuffling around noises, that you heard Ash’s voices.
It was frantic, uneasy, and out of breath. “Y/N! Are you with Sal?”, the brunette asked, I mean, why ask now?
“Um...no, I just got off from work-“
“Sal isn’t doing so well. He called me since he knew you would be busy I’m assuming...I know you two usually hang out after your shift is over, but just keep an eye on him, alright? He’s not acting himself.”, The brunette worriedly spoke, obviously shaken up.
You let out a tired sigh,”I promise I’ll watch him. I was planning on heading over there anyways. Thank you Ash.”
“Please be careful Y/N...Sally isn’t himself I—“
The call seemed to leave a long ding and you sighed. Guess her phone died or she accidentally cancelled.
But nevertheless, you were worried about Sal’s behavior. You knew he wasn’t the one to be unstable, he was always cool and relaxed.
You changed out from your work clothes and into a more comfortable casual wear before heading out to Addison’s Apartments. You knew about the ghosts and stories Sal and Larry would tell, although they frightened you at first, your fear eased when they’ve told you the demon was gone.
Before locking your door, you felt kinda uneasy heading out during the night. ‘Creeps could be moping around...It is Nockfell. Anything could happen.’, you reminded yourself, before turning inside to grab a self defense weapon.
After a few moments, you were on your way to the building. Aggravated by the rain, you allowed some tunes to calm yourself. It was like any other day. What could go wrong?
As you parked your car on the sidewalks, you made your way to entry of Addison’s Apartments.....
A sickening feeling in your gut washed over you.
Something didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like it was a welcoming home like it always has. Not this time.
Turning the knob to enter the building, you saw nothing unusual. At least you didn’t see anything unusual, why was it so quiet? By now, Larry’s stereo would’ve been blasting his latest Sanity’s Falls single.
You closed the door with a click to signify that it was closed. Your hidden machete sheath was underneath your shirt as you walked around the building. It didn’t have the welcoming home vibe now compared to the times you would come here to greet the tenants.
You walked past the table with letters littered all over the desk and pushed the button to signal the elevator.
Arriving at the first floor, a strong scent of iron hit you. You knew that smell of blood anywhere.
You knew something was wrong. You knew it, and god at this point your uneasiness was everywhere.
You took a deep breathe in and exhaled, walking out with the reassurance that you can defend yourself, feeling prepared.
But you weren’t prepared.
You weren’t prepared to see Mrs.Gibson dead on the floor, surrounded by a poll of blood. You felt the world become dizzy.
Sure you’ve seen blood and body parts, but never have you seen a dead person; who, was stabbed and lying so helplessly on the floor. You’re witnessing a murder.
A murderer was in the apartments.
And the same dread that sat in your stomach, seemed to increase moreso than it already have.
You rushed back in the elevator and quickly jammed the fourth floor button. Revealing your machete in your hands, your knuckles were white as your grip tighten around the handle.
Thoughts raced in your head. A million of them. But all of that snapped when the ding of elevator and it’s opening door welcomes you.
You stepped out and walked past Sally’s parents to peek on Robert. You were close friends with him, and if you peeked at him, to ensure if he’s safe, then it’s safe to assume that Sally is too.
You looked both sides of the hall and walked silently to Robert’s room.
The door was already open.
Your breath hinched as you opened the door slowly to reveal a dead body of a rich man who could care less about a wealthy high class lifestyle. You covered your mouth with your hand once more as the unbearable smell of overwhelming iron filled your nose.
That’s all you smelled while traveling a slow and agonizingly ride in the elevator. It reeked of death and blood.
On your right, you heard a handle being turned and rattled. And you quickly ran into Robert’s room for hiding behind his door.
At least you weren’t the only one alive in the apartment.
Whoever that’s out there is a murderer.
A murderer you took the lives of many innocent ones and your friends.
And you didn’t like that one bit. A surge of anger engulfed you as held your machete more comfortably and reached the handle.
If the police wasn’t going to do anything, you are. That’s how it always was. At least for the Gang and yourself.
You swung the door open violently and rushed out into the hallway. Your adrenaline pumping violently into you and fear lurking around you.
“Who the hell are you?!”, you shouted, upon seeing the blurry figure. Positioning the blade into your fighting stance, your frown deepened and yourjaw tighten. You blinked frantically to clear your vision and wanted to throw up when you saw who it was.
You felt like you were swallowed by a tsunami and being washed down into a whirlpool as so many emotions flooded into your mind.
Your blue-head turned around and met eye contact with you as you felt his blue hues studying yours. Looking for how you felt and slightly trembling upon seeing you.
Your hand that held the blade shook violently as you nearly dropped it and raised your hands up quickly to hide the whimpers that threatened to spill out.
“O-oh my god....Sal please tell me it wasn’t you....”, you begged as your eyes travelled down to his bloodied knife and blood stained mask. You backed away as he reached out a shaky hand to you.
“Y/N! I-I can e-explain....!”, he spoke desperately trying to grasp you. Anything that was you.
Your face, hand, arm. Anything.
He didn’t want you to see him like this.
Everything just broke you.
Everything shattered upon you as you realized that Sal was the murdering, the world started spinning as the floor seemed to become too wobbly for you to comprehend.
His cold hands touched your left cheek as he held your chin to look at him.
His ocean eyes met his as he could read every single emotion he was feeling.
Yet that crimson smell lingered and you couldn’t change that.
You loved this man who loved and cherish you.
But this man also broke you.
This took a while and is shitty, but I hope you like it!! :)
Note: I couldn’t space it because tumble said it was too long.
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