Travis woke up to the feeling of a weight on his chest. Mmm warm. He snuggled the pillow into him, only the hear a snicker from another part of the room. His eyelids snapped open to find a dim room and cracked ceiling. Travis moved to sit up, but Sal blocked his motions. Then, Travis finally noticed the sleeping boy's mask was off. What stared back at him was a lined face with faded pink scars. His nose was gone, but Travis could easily see how Sally's face used to look. Heat raised into his cheeks while he took in the blue boy's face. Larry held back a giggle at the expression on the pink garbed male. He had never seen Travis look so soft, other than the time in the tree house. He hoped little dude and Trav would get over themselves and get together. The likelihood of that, though? Oof. Larry felt a mischievous grin pull at the corners of his lips. Maybe, with a small, itty-bit, cannot express the smallness of it, meddling, the two would finally confess and screw. Sal isn't like that, Larry's inner conscious chimed in, but Larry felt an urge to roll his eyes at himself. Of course his inner self would protest, the bitch. Travis finally blinked himself out of his distracted state. Was Larry mouthing words to himself? Huh. Maybe he is still high.
Sally Face woke up screaming. Travis was by his side in an instant, trying to calm him down. "T-the d-dog k-killed y-you." Sal said through broken sobs, forgetting that both Larry and his mask existed.
Travis hooked a finger on his good hand under Sal's chin and leaned down to eye level. A single bright blue eye met two determined ones. A terrified look crossed Sally's face (heh). "WHERE IS MY MASK?!"
Larry took this opportune moment to snatch the mask and hand it to the blue-haired beauty. Shaky hands clipped back on Sal's protective layer. Travis moved forward again, but Sal wouldn't meet his eyes. "Sal, I don't care. You are beautiful. But, if you feel more comfortable with the mask on, then by all means keep it on. Just know, that it doesn't change how I think of you, o-okay" Finally realizing how embarrassing what he was saying was, his face bloomed into a nice rosy shade. Sally Face glanced up to Travis and nodded softly, almost to where Travis didn't catch it. "As much fun as this has been, I want breakfast." Larry bulldozed through the moment rather efficiently.
"This is your own goddamn house, Lar, go get yourself from breakfast." Sal quipped back.
Travis genuinely laughed, his head thrown back and his eyes shut. Sally Face tried to commit this moment to memory. Travis had rarely been like this, it was coming out more now, but still. Larry flipped the other two off and walked towards the door. However, while he was watching the two others, he forgot momentarily that the door existed. You can imagine his surprise when he full body slammed into the door and fell backwards onto his ass. Immediately, Travis burst into another fit of laughter. Sally Face hunched over as the couple laughed hysterically. With as much dignity as he could currently salvage, Larry got to his feet and left to make breakfast for the trio. Travis's giggled wiped of his face quickly and was replaced with a tired look.
"Sally Face, why don't you hate me? I have been terrible to you. I am vile, used, and annoying. I tormented you guys, but that doesn't even seem to fucking matter to you. How can you sleep next to a filthy homo who has major daddy problems? What did I do to deserve this? What is daddy going to do?" Travis's one hand clawed against the side of his head, the other ringing in pain.
Sally Face gently pushed away the fanged hand, hugging the boy into his shoulder. "Travis, you didn't want those things. You were a victim under threat, real threat. If you hadn't done what you did, who knows what you would have lost. If it is any consolation, I am a proud bisexual and Larry is unsure. As for the bullying, I didn't enjoy it, but I understand why you did it. You need to forgive yourself, because we have all forgiven you. Tell that demon in your head to go fuck itself gently with a chainsaw." Sally finished with a flurry of his hands.
Grinning, Travis quivered. Forgiven. He was forgiven. With a quick jumping movement, Travis pecked the cold, plastic mask that Sal wore. "T-thanks. F-fuck! Why did I do that? Why does he mess up everything? Can't even kiss a fag properly. You should leave his disgusting ass alone. You know who has been there." Then, Larry walked back in with eggos. "I can't believe you even talk to him. Send him back to daddy, I promise he will be properly educated there. You know you can't completely protect him here, right? Master has ways of sniffing him out." Travis cackled before slumping forward with his head in his hand.
Larry awkwardly set down an eggo in front of Travis and handed one to Sal. The silence was heavy. Sal was mostly confused and worried, while Larry was just uncomfortable. Chewing noises filled in the silence like a small child desperately trying to color. "We aren't ever taking you back, Trav." Sally Face said, his tone hard.
"O-okay."
"We mean it, blondie. You are part of the squad, bro."
"O-okay." This time quieter.
Finally, Larry looked up and caught on to the fact that Travis was closing off. His face had gone pale and he was curled into his chest. He waved Sally's attention over to it and made a flinging motion. "Hey, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Sally whispered in response.
Larry rolled his eyes and sighed. "You guys suck."
Fuck, Travis seemed to have relapsed into another memory. His eyes were glassy as his hand frantically scratched at his arm, making red beads appear on his sleeve. Larry cussed and held apart Travis's arms. Grunting, Larry tried to contain the struggling boy. Small whimpers sounded across the room. Sounds of protest slowly faded into tear stained cheeks. "Why can't this bitch baby stop crying. All I ever hear from him is whining and tears. The whore should sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up."
The second the words left Travis's mouth, he rung his hand away from Larry and wiped off the tears. He pushed Larry and snatched his eggo off the floor. Sally watched, boneless and worried, as the door slammed behind Trav. "Yo, dude, where is he gonna go?" Larry asked, wondering if they should follow after him.
Travis used the elevator to get to Todd's apartment. As awkward as he felt knocking on this door, he couldn't look at Larry and Sally. Small drops of blood dripped onto the floor from his old bandage. Travis grimaced at the fact that he might have to explain that. Todd, finally, opened his door, looking confused. "T-travis? Holy hell, what happened to you?" Todd opened up his door and motioned Travis forward.
"I, uh, got into a fight. I am sorry to disturb you today, but I could use some bandages." That's right Travis, you find some bull shit reason to come in here and disturb Todd.
"Hell of a fight. A regular fist fight doesn't cause you to lose a hand, dude." Todd sent him a pointed look and sat down at the kitchen table. "Come here, let me bandage it."
Travis, for the hundredth time in the past few days, flushed red and laid his arm across the glossy wood. A minuscule pool of blood began to collect faster as the bandage unwound from the sensitive skin. Todd tsked at the inflamed skin around the severed limb. He grabbed towels and ice packs. Travis hissed as a numbing chill settled around his sensitive skin, but also sighed in the mild relief he found from the cold. His wrist had been burning and itching, but the icy contrast made him light headed. "I am sorry to ask, but how did you obtain this particular injury? It doesn't look like a cut, but the bone does? The skin looks burnt."
Travis mumbled something under his breath about intelligent freak, but Todd chose not to to say anything. "I, well, I got this from the c-cult."
