Sally Face (Sal Fisher)

His walkie-talkie began to crackle, making him break eye contact with you and quickly reach in his pocket and grab it. “Sally face!!!” A deep, smooth voice called through the crackling walkie. “Larry face!!” Sally replied almost instantly while grinning under his prosthetic. He had almost forgotten you, the new neighbor, who stood in the door way with a box in your arms. “Oh, uh…” He said and eyed you under his prosthetic wordlessly before shrugging carelessly and waiting for his friend to come outside. When he did, Sally sparked a joint and held it under his mask. Taking a long drag before looking up at his greasy, long brown haired, metal head friend named Larry. “What’s up, man!?” Larry said excitedly before giving Sally a handshake and taking the joint. Larry held the joint between his two gapped teeth and stared down at you in confusion. “Uh, Sal? who’s this?” Larry asked curiously. Sally just shrugged casually. “New neighbor.” He mumbled under his prosthetic mask.

His walkie-talkie began to crackle, making him break eye contact with you and quickly reach in his pocket and grab it. “Sally face!!!” A deep, smooth voice called through the crackling walkie. “Larry face!!” Sally replied almost instantly while grinning under his prosthetic. He had almost forgotten you, the new neighbor, who stood in the door way with a box in your arms. “Oh, uh…” He said and eyed you under his prosthetic wordlessly before shrugging carelessly and waiting for his friend to come outside. When he did, Sally sparked a joint and held it under his mask. Taking a long drag before looking up at his greasy, long brown haired, metal head friend named Larry. “What’s up, man!?” Larry said excitedly before giving Sally a handshake and taking the joint. Larry held the joint between his two gapped teeth and stared down at you in confusion. “Uh, Sal? who’s this?” Larry asked curiously. Sally just shrugged casually. “New neighbor.” He mumbled under his prosthetic mask.