#sal fisher

[cherub-puddin]

my bag ^w^ jabber ita bag coming soon…

[sammy-sludge]

HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENING SALLY FACE 222222

[orangegrill]

hey idk if anyone is gonna read this but i'm putting the prolouge to my sally face fanfic. i hope this isn't absolute garbage and that somebody reads this and enjoys because chapter one is in progress😭 enjoy!

context: this is set when sal was younger and basically it's his life b4 nockfell

After the “accident” Sal woke up in the hospital. He was confused. He was just at the park with his mother and now here he was hardly able to see in a hospital bed. He looked around and didn't see anything to give him a single clue of what had happened to him. Neither of his parents were in the room. Outside of the room he could see two people; a woman and a man. Neither of then were his parents. He kept looking around the room and saw no sign that anyone else had been there. The unfamiliar people walked in the room with a doctor. The doctor said some medical things to him that he didn't understand. He said things like “a penetration GSW” and “post-traumatic facial disformity” all words too big for young Sal. All he knew was that something bad had happened. The doctor left after saying that nurses would be making rounds. After they walked out the two people sat in the chairs on either side of him. They started asking about the park, who had been around them, was anyone staring at them. Sal didn't understand why they were asking, Sal had been too busy paying attention to the creepy dog in the bushes. He couldn't remember what had happened to him after going to see it up close. He asked where his parents were. The woman, who said her name was Rose, explained that he couldn't see them and asked him a few more questions. After all their questions they finally left.

After that it was like a revolving door: Doctors, Rose and the man who never said his name, and nurses. The only people who never came up in this rotation were his parents. He would hear Rose saying things like “this poor kid” and the man asking if they “should just tell him already”. Sal was scared. No one would tell him what was going on. One day when Rose was there asking him more questions again he refused to answer until he saw his parents. The man left the room and Rose explained. She said that the “dog” attacked his mother and that she was “asleep” for now. Sal wouldn't answer anything after that. The nurse, Gianna, who would always talk to him couldn't even get an answer from him. He wouldn't talk for days.

One time his father came to see him. Even though Sal was young he could tell something was wrong. He looked worse than he did on Sunday nights after working late. At first neither of them said anything silence filling the room. His father was the one to break the silence, “What happened.” Sal wouldn't answer him. After Sal didn't answer him and kept his eyes fixed on the wall. After ten minutes his father got up leaving Sal alone with his eyes never moving. He didn't visit Sal until he had to pick him up for discharge.

For the next two weeks Sal wouldn't say a peep. He never spoke, never looked someone in the eyes, hardly ate, barely even left the terribly uncomfortable hospital bed.

Finally, he got up once to go into the hallway to move rooms for a scan then looked at a metallic, reflective door, and realized. His face. He was entirely covered in bandages. He was confused to how he didn't feel them. Gianna heard him gasp and look at him somberly. “Oh yeah, you haven't seen it yet,” She said with a tone of pity. After taking his scan they found out the reason why he couldn't feel it, the attack left him with nerve damage in the right side of his face. Even after being hit with that, he still wouldn't talk. The cycle continued: doctors, Rose and her partner (who he now knew was named Evan), then the nurses.

After almost a month, just before his discharge his two best friends were coming. Dani and Tommy were his neighbors and they were a very close group. Dani waltzed in acting like she owned the place and Tommy followed looking around the room. Dani ran over to hug him, her dark hair flying into her freckled face and covering her bright green eyes.

Sal was still very gloomy which was making Dani very annoyed. Dani was used to Sal being just as energetic as her, now he was acting totally different. After she tried talking to him several times, she stomped over to the nurse and whispered something to her. The nurse shook her head yes so Dani walked over with a sense of victory and crawled into the bed with him. Sal's eyes went wide. Dani started moving wildly, flailing her little limbs around as Sal looked at her very annoyed with these actions and he finally yelled at her, “DANI! STOP IT!” He shouted after all that time of not talking. The nurses looked shocked and once he talked Dani calmed down. Once she was settled Tommy decided to join them. Sal stopped his retaliations and let them stay in his bed. By the end of the night, they were all talking and laughing just like nothing had happened. But once they had left there was a sour taste in the air, because something did happen, something that changed Sal permanently.

Now, two years had passed since then. Sal was now nine, he had a pink and white prosthetic for his face while he awaited plastic surgery, and he had actually learned what happened to his mother. She wasn't attacked by a dog; she was shot. Along with that, she definitely wasn't just asleep; she was dead. Sal wished that she was just asleep, he would think about it for a long time at night. He would imagine waking up the next day to his mother cooking chocolate banana pancakes, the smell of bananas and bacon in the air, the sound of the tv playing her “morning shows” that were so sacred to her, he'd run in and give her a big hug. She would ask him to wash his hands before eating and when he got out of the bathroom she'd rub his hands to see if he was fibbing. Then he would be snapped back into reality, a reality where she wasn't just in the kitchen; she was in the ground, and there was nothing Sal could do about it.

Every day felt the same to Sal. Every morning felt the same. He’d be pulled from dreams of his mother’s warm embrace and thrown back into the reality of his father’s callousness.

Ever since the attack his father looked at Sal differently. He blamed him for what had happened. He said that if Sal didn't want to go see the dog up close, or visit the park, or whatever he had came up with while drunk the night before, his wife would be alive. His father who he had once been close to became nothing but a drunken stranger.

The only things that stayed constant were Dani and Tommy. The three of them kept as close together as possible. If he stayed around them it was almost like nothing changed. Dani was still as bossy and caring as ever and Tommy still did damage control for her wildness. If Sal tried to withdraw himself into his own head, Dani would quickly yell something outrageous, completely throwing his thoughts off track. If he didn't want to hang out because he missed his mom or him and his dad were fighting, they would both drag him out of the house. When Sal didn't have the energy to get out of bed, they'd play video games, or draw, or just do something together. They were the only thing that kept him from losing himself entirely.

However, the two little kids weren't therapists. Although they did help him and were there for him it didn't change the fact that Sal hated his life. He prayed everyday to just be with his mother again. Some days, Sal couldn't even pull himself out of bed. He would beg his father to let him stay home from school. It's not like his father cared what he did as he was dealing with his own problems. Sal couldn't deal with not having his mother. Sal had so much emotion and no way to express any of it, but he found a way. It started very simple, pulling his own hair or punching inanimate objects. But as he got older it got worse. What started off as simply tugging his hair had become breaking apart his pencil sharpeners and using that blade to release his pain. The overwhelming emotions got so powerful they became nothing. Sal suppressed everything because he couldn't bear to deal with it. The loss of his mother was the end of his life to him. There was nothing waiting after except for his own misery and that was something no one could fix for him.

The thing they didn't say about grief was that it seemed like everyone forgot but Sal. No one brought gifts or their condolences anymore, after the three month mark his teachers stopped accepting the absence or late work, other than Dani and Tommy his friends got tired of him never wanting to hang out, no one cares how you feel once they stop talking about it. That was even worse, in a few years no one would remember Diane Fisher. They would forget how much she did for the neighbors, how she was the head mother on the PTO, how she treated every kid on their street like their own, she was a pillar of the community that was replaced and reduced to someone who once was.

Sal kept spiraling faster than Dani and Tommy could catch him. Throughout the course of the year those bottles up feelings of sadness not only got stronger but got angrier. To compensate for the strong emotions Sal's self harm problem became more persistent. Instead of on occasion it became all the time. The physical pain took away the mental pain making it so that Sal didn't explode. However, the physical pain was only temporary. Over time Sal’s attitude got worse. He would get mouthy with his dad and teachers, he found himself yelling at Dani and Tommy, his sadness wasn't just getting angrier; it was turning into anger. Sal, who had once been so kind and sweet became a shell of what he had been. He was aggressive, depressed, and resided in himself.

[lucky0rchid]

some lesser doodles of my favorite trio

[huxleyuserboxes]

sal fisher userboxes + stamps !!

requests are open !!

[koshariks]

I lost myself...

[redhairedfish]

oh I completely forgot that last year I sewed another Sally as a gift for someone who helped me find a book in another city

He looked kinda funny while sewing