•discontinued• i need this-Sally Face and Travis

~8~

When Sal woke up Travis was still in his arms. He was nestled up all cozy and asleep in Sals chest. It felt nice to have him there, right there. Travis slowly woke and nuzzled slightly closer to Sal, causing Sal to be pushed into the wall.

"Hey Trav," He said as he kissed the curled up boy on the forehead.

"Bsbjujagabublydodmjahab," Travis mumbled inaudibly.

"Yeah, lets get up now it's already," Sal pauses and reached for his phone that way lying on his nightstand. "10:00, it's time to go eat breakfast."

Sal helped Travis up and threw his prosthetic on. "You don't need to wear that around me anymore," Travis said hinting at the prosthetic.

Sal stayed silent for a second contemplating. "I get really insecure when I don't have it on," he sighed. Travis nodded and they left the room. They sat down and Sal poured them both bowls of cereal.

Travis was staring at Sal, just into his eyes and he began blushing. "This just feels like a dream, I'm still so fucking broken inside but I love you so much that it makes it all a little bit numb," he smiled as he munched his food. Sal was smiling under his mask as he aggressively consumed all of his foot loops. (Author here: I can't get over the image of Sal aggressively shoving froot loops into his mouth)

After breakfast Travis seemed on edge, he seemed like there was something really bad about to happen.

"I should probably uh-um g-go soon," He stuttered at Sal.

"Okay..."

"I'm gonna go take a walk by the river, uh l-love you," Travis mumbles. Sal was getting scared. He knew Travis wasn't gonna be the most loving boyfriend after his past trauma and stuff but he didn't think he'd be acting this strange.

"Alright Travis," Sal said grabbing his wrist suddenly. "What the hells going on here?"

Travis hesitated to speak. "I've been getting these overwhelming anxiety waves recently and I'm," he hesitated again. "I don't know how to feel, shit I'm happy your my boyfriend, really happy. But I don't know what's gonna happen to me, if anything gets out my dad will actually kill me," Travis began tearing up again, he was so fragile. Sal didn't walk towards him or anything, he just let the boy get it out. Travis was ranting so harshly Sal could barley understand him.

"Alright Travis just come here," Sal expected Travis to walk towards him and cry into his black sweater like always but this time Travis didn't. This time Travis took a hard breath in and tightly grasped the doorknob on the unholy green door.

"No," he started saying more clearly than before, "This time I'm gonna end it,"

"What?" Sal questioned becoming upset.

"I'm gonna end me." (Billie inspired) And with that Travis ran out the door and slammed it behind him. Sal began hyperventilating, he had to follow Travis and fast or he wouldn't be able to save him.

Travis was running, fast. "I'm such a disgusting faggot." He sobbed. He ran into the woods, down by a nearby stream. He wanted so badly to end it all. Commit sucide and just stop. He could hear Sals broken voice calling for him from behind.

"Travis! Oh god Travis where are you?" He screamed at the top of his lungs, tears falling from behind his mask. Travis turned his back to the stream and looked at Sal who had found him and was desperately running towards him. Sal got close and closer but the world seemed to slow around him.

"Goodbye Sally Face." And with that Travis leaned backwards and fell into the cold water.

YEEEEEEET. Okay that was an intense chapter and yes I know it was extremely short but that's the best cliffhanger I've ever written. Have a nice day my dudes.
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