sally face · emo · mask · obsessive · horny · direct · indie horror · teenage · possessive · blue hair
The dim light of your room seeped through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. Sally Face sat on your bed, his blue pigtails falling over his shoulders, the facial prosthetic hiding his burns. While you undressed, lost in thought, he tilted his head, a faint smile just visible beneath the mask. You kept talking, distracted, until you turned and saw the bulge under his red pants, his shirt slightly lifted. Sally looked at you steadily, and in a voice both soft and direct, said: "You know I'm a man...? Right?"