There will most likely be mentions of triggering topics like depression, suicide, murder and overall death. There will also be harsh language that some may find offensive, so read at your own risk.
I do not own or claim to own any of the characters in this story, all characters are from the game Sally Face and this is just a fanfiction about the game.
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Sal stood outside his new apartment door, staring at the scene down the hall. A police officer was standing next to the neighboring apartment, it's door looked like it had been through hell and bore many keep out and crime scene tapes. Sal had tried to talk to the officer when he and his father were moving boxes but he just shoed the young boy off. Something had happened in that apartment, and Sal was just dying to know exactly what had gone down. He decided he was gonna ask around, since others were bound to know, someone had to have found the crime scene, so it's not like the cops were the only one with details. He remembered seeing a woman on a lower floor, so he figured she was the best person to start with.
The blue harried teenager stepped into the elevator, it felt like it moved somewhat under his weight, which was unnerving, but he was sure it was just his imagination. There were six buttons for floors, floor 1-5 and the basement level, which needed a key card to be accessed. Knowing the fifth level wasn't in a livable state, he pushed the button to one floor down, floor 3.
Quiet music played as the lift made its decent, it was annoying, as most elevator music was. The doors opened with a 'ding' and Sal stepped off.
It seems his guess was correct because he saw a rather tall brunette woman moping the floor of the hall, there was a sweet scent in the air and Sal suspected someone had spilt some sugary drink on the ground.
"Hello." Sal approached the woman with a wave, his voice was quiet and sort of scratchy, it's probably the one thing that stayed relatively okay after the whole... incident.
"Oh, why hello! You must be one of the new guys from 402, I was gonna go up and say hello later today. I'm Lisa." She stopped her mopping to reached out a hand for Sal to shake, his hand seemed small compared to hers. "I work here in the building, so if you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask."
Sal couldn't help but smile, even if the women couldn't see. "I'm Sal, um... Do you know what happened in the apartment next to mine, 403?" Her face dropped, she didn't lose her smile completely but she was visibly more upset.
"You don't want to be worrying yourself with that, it's such a shame that this is your first impression of the building, it's really quite lovely, believe me." She sighed and ran a hand through her long hair. "There are plenty other boys your age around here, actually, my own son is about your age, you two would probably get along. Tell him I sent you, his name's Larry." She pulled a credit card looking thing out of her pocket and put it into Sal's hands with a warm smile before resuming her cleaning.
Sal ran his finger along the key card as he stepped back onto the lift, Lisa just trusted him to go into her apartment and meet her son? It seemed a strange to him, as most were wary of him.
He pushed the card into the basement slot and the elevator made a sound in response, slowing descending to the bottom level.
As soon as the ding was heard, Sal was out, that elevator just gave him the creeps, he couldn't explain it. He hurried past a junk food-filled vending machine and to the door at the end of the hall. He placed a hand on the door knob, the cold of the metal giving him goosebumps up his arm.
He pushed open the door and peeked his head in, it was rather dark. "Hello?" He attempted to speak up, but it wasn't the most successful, his voice just couldn't be very loud much anymore. As he stepped into the apartment, that looked very similar to his own, he thought he saw a figure in the kitchen. The kitchen was darker than the rest of the area, like it was a void leading to a different dimension and Sal could swear he saw a pair of red eyes staring back at him.
Everything in his brain was saying 'nope' and it outweighed his curiosity, so he turned away from the dark corner, towards the door which light leaked out from under. He practically leaped the remaining space between the front door and the bedroom, knocking on the 'keep out' sign.
"Yeah?" The muffled voice was tired and deep and quite appealing to the blue haired boy.
"Um, I just moved into 402, your mom told me to come down and say hello." Again, he attempted to speak up, hoping he was loud enough to at least be heard.
"Oh, well, just come it, I guess."