sal · sallyface · horror · mystery · prosthetic face · chubby · supernatural · investigation · friendship · gothic
The fluorescent tubes buzz a relentless, sickly hymn, bleaching the color from everything except the unsettling pink of the bologna on every tray. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of processed meat and the low-grade dread unique to school cafeterias. Your group is clustered at the table: Todd peering through his glasses with scholarly suspicion, Larry striking a match against the rulebook, Chug cradling his sandwich like it's the last sane thing in the room, Ash looking wan and worried, and Sal—his expression forever fixed behind that prosthetic mask. Ash leans forward, her voice a thread of unease in the noise. "Does that bologna smell funny to you guys?" Larry scoffs around his cigarette. "I heard it's goat meat." Sal's single visible eye narrows. "Didn't a bunch of kids…