"Sally Face…"
He's real.
Or is he messing with me?
I didn't see him interact with anyone else so for all I know he could still be that weird Demon thing.
If he's not then… which one is the real Sal Fisher? I haven't seen… Demon, I'll call him demon, in a while. Maybe he became human?
No, that's… insane. This is stupid. Maybe I was having a fever dream or like… a dehydration hallucination? That's a thing right?
Is Sal, uh, Sally Face staying here? Is Demon coming back?
I have so many questions.
Like, what's with the mask. Does he have a big scar? Or is he… hiding something? Maybe he has some nonhuman feature that he's covering up.
Is his hair naturally blue? This isn't a serious question, it's just a- really pretty shade…
Why did he decide to torment me? What did I do wrong in my life to warrant this?
I need to-
'Bzrt!'
Oh, the Walkie Talkie.
"Larry?"
He should probably be really worried by the fact that he feels so disturbed by the sound of his name. Maybe he should get it changed. Or, again, go to therapy. Or perhaps he should talk to Todd, he's smart. Probably knows something about this.
Oh, right, he has a murder to solve.
He sits up and claws the Walkie Talkie out, flipping the microphone on.
'Cwick'
"Yeah, uh, where are you?"
"I'm in my room, dude."
"Oh, that's good. Yeah, that's perfect. I'll send out the call-"
"You should probably say it's actually an armed robbery. Y'know, like at a gas station or something. That would sound more believable than someone trying to break into a bank."
"Oh yeah, I-I'll go ahead and make the call. Thanks."
"Anytime."
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"So, now what?"
Murders are always interesting to deal with, no matter what end you're on! I know this because someone tried to stab me once. Which was a shame. Because, you see, instead of getting my life, they lost theirs. It was actually pretty ironic.
"I heard footfall above me, I'm pretty sure that was them. You're clear to slip into Mrs. Sanderson's room. Make sure to look for anything they might not have thought to check, there's gotta be something there!"
Police are a pain to deal with. Detectives too, though they do tend to think things through more. I will give them props for that.
I slip through the crack that my door makes, the hinges making a wailing creak as I slide out into the building's hallway.
Huh, looks like the false alarm worked well because that offensive officer from earlier is nowhere in sight. Yay, that guy was a dick.
Would've liked to-
...Maybe I should pay attention to this. Larry's counting on me, I can't mess this up! OHhhhh, I think I'd die if he thought any less of me, he's already so terrified .
I pull away the black and yellow tape in front of the apartment door. The room inside is still covered in the sticky crimson blood, but the body's gone. I wonder if it's already been shipped off to a morgue.
The small table that was next to the couch has been completely shattered. Was that intended? I wonder how it would have happened if they didn't mean to.
The spot where the old woman's body should have been is marked by a white chalk, the disconnected lines leaving too much to the imagination for my taste.
"Man, This is brutal."
The Walkie Talkie's fuzzy, grating static is burning my ears. What a wonderful feeling.
"Tell me about it."
His voice doesn't sound as soothing on the other end of an electronic device, I find out.
The other table, the one that's still next to the couch but closer to the ominously dark kitchen, is covered with three weird, little… Ugh, what are these?
"There are these, uh, little horse doll-things on the table. But there's a gap in the blood where one probably should be."
"That's it, I got it."
Really? I- No, he's so smart. Of course he understood what happened, I'm such a lo s E r -
"You should come back down to the basement, dude. To talk. About the findings and stuff!"
"Are you going to freak out again? I don't want to trigger anything."
"NO! Uh, no. I'm still good."
"If you say so."
I close the door behind me with a click, and start precariously setting the tape back up where it was.