TWs PLEASE READ THIS SO AS TO NOT READ SOMETHING YOU DON'T ENJOY <3
Bored and kinda have a weird urge to make myself cry maybe I need to cry idfk. I like to draw Sally like a little old lady. TW: Sally Williams in of herself, poor thing. Blood, super vague mention of CSA, and World War 2 era expectations, mentions of domestic abuse, alcoholism, and implied Brim :D
Jeff is sprawled on the couch, scrolling his phone quietly while Toby plays Elden Ring, a box of edibles is on the table with orange tape all over it and sharpie labeling it Toby's. Sally is sitting quietly in a chair, watching as the boys chill out. She stares off into space, hands placed politely in her lap. Toby quickly scans the room, a habit he's picked up here to ensure everyone's safety. He snaps his fingers in front of Sally's face, startling her.
"Earth to Miss Williams." Toby teases.
Sally laughs tightly, that little passive aggressive laugh that only a little lady can manage, slapping Toby's hand away making him jerk back, huffing a little.
"Little asshole.." Toby mutters.
Jeff laughs a little, looking up from his phone and grins, giving Toby the look. The look the two always share when it's time to get poor Sally all riled up.
"Awww, such a cutie patootie, so cranky!" Jeff laughs, reaching out the pinch Sally's chick but she leans back like an offended cat.
Toby snorts, pausing his game and flopping onto the couch, ruffling Sally's hair roughly. Sally gets a little red in the face and abruptly stands up, turning around, hands on her hips and does a little stomp.
"I'm gonna snap my cap if you two don't quit ragging on me!!" Sally whines.
Jeff and Toby stare for a moment before they both burst into hysterical laughter. Sally gets even redder, the blood pouring a little more openly from her head.
"Raggin'??" Jeff squeaks.
Toby is wheezing, holding his stomach as he tries desperately to catch his breath.
"Okay, okay, what the fuck did you just say?" Toby giggles.
Sally huffs, crossing her arms, "I have no idea why you boys act like I'm speaking in gibberish! At least I don't sound like I'm from the sticks!"
Toby and Jeff start giggling again, covering their mouths while Sally seems to just get more frustrated.
"Oh!! O-Oh! Dang rabbit!" Sally squeaks, turning to stomp off.
She bumps directly into Tim's legs and looks up with a little huff.
"Oh Mr Wright, please do mind my French! Just those two are always rufflin' my feathers..." Sally mumbles.
Tim stares for a moment, box of cigarettes in hand, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here before smiling a little.
"Are you two making fun of Sally again? What have I said 'bout that? Different time periods. Different slang. Sounds funny cause it's different. If you had grown up around it you'd understand." Tim rumbles.
Toby snickers, leaning back comfortably while Jeff reaches for his edibles, Toby simply presses Jeff's hand into the table with the toe of his boot, not reacting as Jeff struggles.
"Okay. But 'dang rabbit'?? She sounds like one of Slendy's elite guys." Toby snickers.
Tim sighs, wincing a little and looking around as if that somehow summons Slender.
"Well, dang rabbit was a polite way to be cussin' back then. Like goodness sakes or darn it." Tim laughs a little, reaching down to pat Sally's head while she glares at Toby and Jeff.
Jeff finally tugs his hand out from under Toby's boot, punching him in the arm before looking to Tim.
"Why don't you just cuss? Stupid as hell." Jeff snorts.
Tim sighs before tapping his shoe for a moment, struggling not to crush his pack in his hand, these two drive him up the wall.
"You know what. Sally is technically older than both of you combined. Damn, she's older than me. We really could learn something from her if you two would shut your filthy mouths for five damn seconds." Tim scoffs.
Sally puffs up a little, looking quite proud of herself. Tim stares for a moment, face softening.
"You know what. If I don't smoke somebody is gonna die, so how about we all go out to the porch and let Sally tell us some stories. The 40s were an interesting, if...dark times." Tim sighs.
Toby shrugs and stands up, grabbing his own cigarettes from his pocket while Jeff jumps to his feet. Even if he can be a bit of a dick, he's always been eager to learn. Slenderman was always weirdly drawn in by that. Makes Tim uncomfortable but he sometimes has to remind himself that...thing works on a different thought process than he does. Sally follows Tim out to the porch. It's already dark out, only six, but winter will do that. Especially wherever the hell they are. Jeff bounds outside and immediately jumps into the pile of snow at the bottom of the stairs, making Tim sigh in irritation. Sally smiles as Toby brushes the rocking chair off, tugging his jacket off and lying it down for her.
"Thank you, dear.."
She brushes the skirt of her flowy white dress under her and sits down, crossing her legs politely and tidying her dress. It stops just above her ankles when she sits, showing her blood stained white socks. This dress was never meant to be worn outside. It's obvious. Tim glances away, looking a bit sick, shaking his leg as he lights a cigarette. Toby walks over while Tim is passing his lighter to him and he lights his own. Jeff comes back onto the porch, shivering but grinning ear to ear.
"You done?" Tim grunts.
Jeff blinks before turning back around and jumping back into the snow. Toby laughs a bit and Sally watches quietly. Once Jeff came back onto the porch and shook down like a dog he sat on the cold wood, staring up happily.
"Take the stage, sweetpea." Tim rumbles, nodding to Sally.
Sally smiles and nods a little. She thinks for a moment before humming.
"What do you even wanna know?" Sally asks softly.
Toby looks thoughtful while Jeff just stares, wide eyed. Tim hums.
"Well. I have a million questions but I'm sure Toby can phrase his a bit more coherently than mine." Tim snorts.
Toby laughs a little, blushing sheepishly.
"Yeah. Well. That's what working to Harvard gets ya...hm. What was living during that like? I mean. I know that you had to ration and save everything you could. But what did that even look like?" Toby asks, sitting down on the bench, reaching out a hand behind Tim's back as he eases in next to him, his leg tightening up a little.
Sally thinks for a moment, looking at the snow for a long moment as if thinking.
"It was...scary, but a weird normal to us. Father had generational wealth. But I suppose the Great Depression hit that and then the second war, well, goodness. Father had a sticky little habit with the sauce...would come home and him and Mama would get into the most terrible lil scuffles. Like alley cats." Sally sighs, messing with the hem of her dress, she has to lean forward a little to touch it, making her look quite small.
Toby looks at the ground, shaking his leg a little. Tim reached up, scratching the back of his neck. Jeff scoots a little closer to Sally.
"Mama would have to mend my clothes so I could wear them longer. Even pulled out some of her own clothes to dress me some days. Some of them were just so hairy! I looked like a little old lady!" Sally laughs.
Jeff frowns, looking a tad confused, "Hairy?" he laughs a little.
Sally huffs a little but Tim cuts in before they can start arguing again.
"Hairy is an older term for outdated." Tim explains.
Sally flushes a little, turning up her nose, "Well no need to make me sound that old, goodness Mr Wright, no manners!?"
Tim laughs, holding up his hands in mock surrender causing Toby to give him an offended 'why did you stop' look. Tim smiles, putting his hand back to the nape of Toby's neck. Toby grins, leaning into it.
"What about food? I mean. I've been homeless before. I definitely kinda understand rationing food. But for a whole family? That sounds hard as hell." Jeff huffs, looking almost frustrated and stressed with just the idea.
Tim nods a little and Sally looks a little stressed herself.
"Oh, well, yes, it was quite the..er..situation. Father would always howl on about how Mama never made enough food. Mama wasn't well off like Father was until she met him. She knew how to cook with little. He still seemed to be..adjusting in ways to everything. She always tried to explain but goodness was he a swigger, and when he was tipsy he never seemed to listen." Sally huffs, looking frustrated.
Jeff nods, looking thoughtful for a moment. Tim hums.
"If you don't mind me askin' darlin'. What about the war?" Tim asks catiously.
Sally simply shrugs, making Toby frown a little.
"It was there. Sirens would sometimes sound and Father would take us to the basement but nothing ever happened. Soldiers would be outside hooting and hollarin' at cookies and birds. They were quite the roudy bunch, the soldiers were. Our estate had been not far from a pub and a road that tanks would usually use to move through towns. Sometimes I would come out and sing for them for a little extra money and sometimes they would send me home with big bottles of whiskey. Mama would pour it down the sink before Father got home thankfully." Sally laughs sheepishly like its the most normal thing in the world.
Toby laughs a little and Tim shoots him a look.
"No, No! I'm sorry. Just Ma used to do that when him or her were gifted with alcohol at events and stuff to. She'd pour it out in the backyard where he wouldn't notice." Toby sighs.
Sally smiles and nods, "Things really don't change ever that much do they?"
Tim frowns a little and Jeff looks a tad concerned.
"Man you two need therapy..." Jeff mumbles.
Toby whips around, looking utterly offended.
"Says the dude who carved his own face up, the fuck?" Toby squeaks.
Tim laughs outright at this despite himself, covering his mouth while he choked on cigarette smoke. Sally sighs, shaking her head softly. Jeff and Toby get quiet, looking like sheepish puppies.
"Sorry.." Jeff mumbles.
Sally nods and smiles. Toby hums, thinking for a moment.
"Oh! Surely there is some juicy family drama!" Toby snickers, crossing his legs and leaning forward.
Tim huffs but Sally simply grins. The three are a tad taken back by the cheekiness of the grin on this small girls face.
"Oh, I have a LOT. You know besides....Uncle..."
Sally zones out for a moment, staring into space until Tim clears his throat, snapping Sally from her daze. She shakes her head and sighs.
"Yes! Well..should I?" Sally pauses for a moment before shrugging, "They're all dead anyway. Alright."
Tim's jaw dropped and Toby threw his head back, cackling while Jeff giggled. Sally got comfy, looking like a gossipy little thing.
"Mama, understandably when she found out Father was unfaithful did not leave. She would have been done for! So she..well..went around herself a little. Meeting a wonderful man! He visited for my...eighth birthday." Sally softened a little and sighed before smiling again, "He was far more well off. Being a man and on his own. He brought me two beautiful dolls from Europe!"
Tim's eyes widened, cigarette forgotten as he listens intently, Jeff is hooked, completely still for one and Toby looks excited.
"Such an odd man. Didn't give us his given name. Only referred to himself as Mr.Vice! He was so kind, very theatrical though! I do suspect he may have been a tad queer but him and Mama got along so well so I truly did not mind!" Sally chirps.
Jeff giggles a little, scooting closer.
"What makes you think that?" Jeff asks softly.
Sally pauses and hums before smiling quite sheepishly.
"Well..he did have a tricky little habit to flirt with other men. It was quite subtle. I don't believe Mama noticed. But I did. He had this odd little note to his voice around men. Felt weirdly floaty if that makes any kind of sense." Sally laughs softly.
Tim snorts, glancing over to the yellow hoodie on the couch inside.
"Yeah. I know what cha mean darlin'. I know that fucking tone." Tim mutters irritably.
Jeff and Toby share a look, snickering a little. Sally nods softly.
"Yes..Thomas does seem to have quite a similar tone around you." Sally chirps.
Tim gets beet red, looking over to Sally, bewildered. Then it seemed to hit Sally and she cleared her throat.
"Anywho. Mr.Vice and Mama stopped talking after they had a fight, which was oddly out of character for them. And now that I think back to it I believe they were fighting about my..uncle.." Sally mumbles.
Toby pales a little and leans back, looking a tad awkward while Jeff winces a bit.
"Oh...uhm.." Tim mumbles, putting out his cigarette, "That's..not pleasent."
Sally is staring off into the white quietly, seeming to be remembering something.
"I can recognize a deviant for I am one.." Sally whispers.
She suddenly stands and fixes her dress.
"I believe I have someone to visit. Goodbye." Sally says politely, walking out into the snow.
Tim blinks, looking between where she just was and where she is vanishing into the trees. Toby laughs a little out of confusion.
"Well that was odd." Toby mumbles.
Jeff pouts a little, "Awww, that was interesting.."
Tim tears his eyes away from the tree line where Sally is now gone from sight and smiles.
"I mean. We could watch a documentery or two, wear you out so you can sleep tonight." Tim rumbles.
Jeff perks up and nods, standing up and making his way inside, still shivering from his earlier swim in the snow. Toby puts out his own cigarette and stands, helping Tim up.
"You think she's okay?" Toby mumbles.
Tim sighs, coming to his feet carefully.
"..I believe so. She's had to live with this for decades. She's probably the most emotionally stable out of all of us. If something is wrong she knows who to go to." Tim rumbles.
Toby nods and helps him inside, shutting the door behind them.
No you don't get to know where Sally is going >:3 hehehehe I'm still working on the AU but it's gonna be my baby and it's gonna be an amalgamation. It is two am I will proof read this another time. Guh.
