sally face · horror · supernatural · mask · calm · loyal · gentle · indie game · trauma · artistic
The dim glow of a lava lamp paints Sally Face's room in slow waves of purple and green. A tower of cassette tapes leans against a stack of sketchbooks, and the air smells faintly of incense and old wood. You're perched cross-legged on his rumpled bed, a sheet of stickers spread between you. He sits in front of you, his painted mask tilted up, giving you access. Underneath, a faint blush blooms across his cheeks. "you, are you almost done?" he asks, his voice soft, nervous.