Larry Johnson

I lost Travis (My goat)

I had a dream that sal, todd, Larry and Travis (for some reason no ash??) Were running a food trunk kinda thing at pop up fairs. For some reason it randomly became game of thrones (even though I've never watched it) and then something haunted happened and they did like some weird thingy to the place that they kept track of on a Google slide. But then like a day or 2 later Todd's like "that didn't work" and so larry gave sal a book about it to read and then wal like got to page 3 after an hour so they just do the exterusum. Then it just randomly cuts to sal and Travis running home through like one of those copy and paste suburban neighborhoods and started talking about how if there parents couldn't find them they'd probably call Larry because he's second on the insurance or something and then they both agree Todd should of been on there emagercy contacts before sally checks the time and I wake up.

The cold bathroom walls pressed against Travis as he hissed in pain. The blonde didn’t even try to shift into comfort, he knew moving would only irritate the open gashes. He was stupid to open his mouth, stupid to even try to throw a hit back at Ethan. The last time he was in the school bathroom, Sal was sat against the stall door, telling him he was “good” and shit. Travis had a feeling he was lying, yet his voice had been dripping with honesty.

The school wall felt like salt pressing on his back. All he wanted to do was sink into the linoleum tile and empty his mind, rid himself of sin.

“Travis?” a familiar voice called out, along with a pair of blue sneakers appearing at the stall door.

“Oh fuck off!” Travis yelled with a groan, was he not just talking about how he never wanted this to happen again? Did god really hate him that much?

“I heard Ethan hit you pretty hard,” Sal said casually, almost shrugging with his vocal cords.

“So what?! Here to make fun of me?!” Travis shouted back, pushing himself up from the ground.

“No, I just wanted to check in, Lar told me there was a lot of blood,” Sal said calmly.

“Oh of course he did!” Travis cried out, his voice coming out as a plead of frustration rather than the intimidating growl it was supposed to be.

“You need any band-aids or anything? I’ve got a lot in my bag,” Sal vocalized, seating himself in front of the stall.

“No…” Travis answered, throwing his vision to the brown tiles, eververting from Sally’s scuffed converses.

“You wanna talk? You’ve been pretty tense since Bologna Day-” Sal said before being interrupted by Travis’s stretching voice cutting off the other.

“I don’t want to talk about that! I don’t want to talk at all!” Travis sneered back, eliminating the possibility of another serious conversion.

So the two sat, sat together in silence. Just as Travis wanted. The tranquility of the room stood hushed, making Travis uneasy and confused. Had Sal really given up that fast? It was uncharacteristic. At least from what Travis knew.

“I gotta go, Lar’s gonna get worried and come looking for me, and we both know you’d rather have me bugging you than Larry,” Sal added before standing to his feet, leaving as fast as he came.

Madeleine sat on the curb of the school’s perimeter, picking at the grass pouring out of the cement cracks.

“Are you ready to go?” Travis asked, wiping his clammy hands on his freshly ironed jeans. She nodded, picking up her bag and standing tall at 5'10". Her bleached hair cascaded down her back to her hips, swaying in the wind as she tucked her book away, which had been resting on her thigh.

Travis played with his hands as the two strolled down, staring off into the open distance.

“Do you know when Mary’s coming home from college?” Travis inquired, picking off the remnants of his nails.

“She’s not gonna be here for a few more days, maybe on the 20th of decmeber,” Maddie answered with a shrug, not caring to turn to Travis. “Though the flight might take a bit, so she’ll most likely take a day or two.”

“And will mom be back?” Travis added, turning to face her hopefully. Madeleine didn’t answer, looking at him as if it was a childish thing of him to say. “Okay,” He didn’t need an answer to know.

The two approached the Phelps residence, letting it loom over the twins momentarily before entering. Travis slacked up the stairs to his room, while Madeleine carefully placed her Mary Janes evenly next to her white bag.

The sun shone down on Travis as he sat on his balcony, straddling his journal between his legs.

11/23/93

Sallyface was annoying again; he tried talking to me. Then I failed my stupid math test, and Madeleine was quiet on the way home. I can’t wait for Mary to come home.

“Travis! Dinners ready!” Maddie yelled from downstairs.

11/27/1993

I think Sal tried to mouth to me across the room, he was doing that stupid head bob like he does when he talks. He does know someone without lips cannot be lip-read. Does he even have lips under that stupid mask?

“Hey freak!” Travis shouted, glaring at Sal with disdain. “Do you even have lips under that stupid mask?”

“Why Travy? Wanna kiss them?” Sal answered back, jokingly batting his eyelashes at the blonde before exiting to his class.

12/9/1993

Sal was incredibly annoying today, he made me change seats. I wish his stupid absences were longer, or at least fall break.

“Travis?” An uncenrten voice asked from behind him.

“What do you want, Fisher?” Travis grumbled, not needing to turn around to know it was him.

“Your uh in my seat,” Sal said, bobbing his head side to side as he spoke.

“I’ve sat here since Thanksgiving break” The blonde replied, leaning back and tilting his head to finally look at Sal.

“Yeah but I’ve been absent, I had a medical emergency over break. So I checked the seating chart when I got back and it says I sit in 15,” Sally said lightheartedly, tapping the written number on the desk sincerely. Travis looked up at him, glaring at him with intensity before giving up and moving over to seat 16.

“I fucking hate you,” Travis muttered, pulling his backpack to his side of his now-shared desk. Travis drifted Mrs. Packerton babbled her mouth off during the class.

12/12/93

I punched Sal again. In my defense, he was being stupid. I’m hiding in the school bathroom now, Larry’d kill me if he knew. He’s probably already planning my demise.

“No one likes a goody two shoes Salllyyy” Travis said angrily, raising his pitch to mock Sal.

“No one likes a Cliché bully Travisss” Sal called back, grinning under his mask.

I forgot the stupid dialogue

“I’m not talking to you bitch!” Travis spoke back curtailing her word out of the argument. They weren’t important. She’d stuck her nose into something unrelated to her.

“You know maybe if you took that stick out of your ass you’d actually enjoy yourself. Make a friend or two,” Sally said back, his voice and posture toughening up.

“Fuck off F-ggot! I have more friends than you’ll ever have!” Travis shouted back, standing up straighter as well.

“You kiss your daddy with that tongue-” Sal began to retort before a swift punch hit his cheek. All Sal could make out was Travis’s quick footsteps and the crack of his prosthetic over the ringing in his ears.

I need to be put down (someone please remind me of the dilonge so I can actually write this in full) I had to censor the slur bc Travis is the D 1 slur sayer and the wiki is not a fan

I just had to make that meme I'm so sorry

OKAY SO

In the first episode, larry says that the adults love addison tea and the adults always acted weird and charlie was OBSESSED with the stuff.

So what if Addison tea is the plague of shadows?

Travis shoved past the shorter boy in an attempt to avoid him, it was already bad enough that they had math together, why’d he have to see him outside of class? Bright blue pigtails didn’t exactly make him hard to miss, but it was a pain for Travis, ever since that day in the bathroom it’s been harder to escape the bluenett and the feelings he brought with him. The way he dressed didn’t make him fit in anymore, spiky boots or flowy dresses that were disgustingly alluring were often his go-to, it made Travis sick. No man should dress that revoltingly and still act proud. The ringing of the bell caught him off guard, shoving through the rush of students to get to his next class.

His first class of the day was English, he didn’t mind the subject, some may even say he was good at it, but he hated the work. Every year they just taught the same lesson and made the essays longer. He had a B, almost a C, held up by a poetry book assigned last week. The words spitting out of his teacher's mouth, and before he knew it a paper skimmed over his desk, hitting his chest promptly. The words on top read, ‘Pen pals’, some of the class groaned in frustration at the assignment while others were calm or even excited by the prospect of meeting new people. Travis was just annoyed, he never liked meeting new people since he was a kid, still having memories of hiding behind his mother during church, gripping onto her flowy skirt, nuzzling his then brown hair into her leg. Pretending not to notice the warm voice of the strangers cooing his name, but everyone has to grow up eventually, he learned the hard way once his mother left, once his protection left.

“Now” Mrs.Bailey started to speak “Everyone will be randomly assigned a partner from Mr. Lee’s class, you are not to sign the page, nor will you tell them your real name, however, fake names are fine. I will not read over your letters but I do suggest making them school-appropriate.” The bruised boy rolled his eyes and put his head on his desk. “Now” the blond woman began, “Your letter will be sent on Thursday, you can work on it after school but please don’t worry about proper grammar too much, that's not what you’ll be graded on-” at this point, Travis had begun to tune her out, scribbling his name in messy rushed cursive atop the page before scribbling it out after remembering the rules.

‘Hello’ Too formal ‘hey” too casual ‘nice to meet you’ they weren’t meeting but it’ll have to do, ‘you’ll be addressing me as M.P’ Too demanding, ‘Call me M.P’ Too laid-back, ‘My name’s M.P” There, naturalish. ‘I like to attend church and write, what about you?’ Mrs. Bailey didn’t say it had to be long, just a letter, plus, there wasn’t much to say about himself anyways, well, not anything he’d want someone to hear…

The bell screeched in his ears signifying it was time for PE. PE had always been a pain, running till his lungs burned, changing with other boys, and seeing Todd Morrison. Flaunting his sinful pride around with pins like the rest of his freak friends, it was truly sickly. Nevertheless, he dragged his feet across the cement hallways and into the lockers, Travis tried his best to stare at the ground, but sometimes he’d take shameful quick glances at the other boys. He knew deep down it was wrong, that no matter how many times he repented he would do it again. Mr. Tucker had made Travis sit out for running day because of his “asthma”, he had no trouble breathing, usually. The worst part was that he had to sit out with Todd, though Todd didn’t seem to care it rattled Travis. Todd looked like a normal guy, dressed average, nose always buried in a book, today’s book being some physics book, the only thing that stood out was his orange hair.

“Hello Travis,” Todd said quietly, Travis thought they both silently agreed to stay quiet, but it seemed the redhead didn’t get the memo.

“Hey… What are you reading?” Travis wanted to punch himself for trying to make conversation with a homo.

“'Quantum Field Theory for the Gifted Amateur' by Tom Lancaster and Stephen J. Blundell” The advage-looking boy replied as Travis nodded, not understanding most of the words fully. Once the bell rang Travis quickly pushed himself into the locker room, avoiding socializing as much as possible had always been the goal, yet, he always seemed to fail.

Now it was time for the worst class of the day, math. The subject was hard, the teacher was bitchy, but worst of all, Sal was there, dressed in a light pink knee-high dasiy-covered dress, white tights, and white Converses, matched with his blue hair in a braid to match the look. This was going to be a long day.

Travis had never been good at math but he’d never been as bad as he was in high school. He always blamed Sal, he was always there, ever since that dumbass moved here they've had math class together. Travis liked to blame most things on Sal, how he couldn’t focus in math, his yelling, his short temper, and most importantly, the one he would never admit aloud, his recent lack of faith. Sal was a test from god himself, though, despite being from god, he certainly wasn’t anything near a saint. Blue eyes and feminine traits that lured him into the devil, it was sickly, Sal had to be a curse, that would be the only reason god would make someone like him.

Travis's “deep” thoughts were soon interrupted by the swish of a paper landing on his desk, a note to go to the school counselor, he hated her office, it was off-puttingly welcoming and she always asked about his father, but it was better than 50 minutes with Sal Fisher. The blond stood up and began packing his stuff, though there wasn’t much to put away anyway.

The dark-skinned boy took long strides across the halls, he has always had his mother’s height from a young age, and it inraged Kenneth most times. His little weight on his body was spread out due to his height, making his bones visible when his shirt was removed. He stood in front of the pink-painted door with rainbow broader, he always hated it, he considered just leaving as a solution before regretting pushing open the door. The room had light pink walls and a white carpet that was surprisingly unstained, white wood shelves filled with house plants, and pictures of a family. In the middle of the room was a light tan desk with two pink seats on one side and a white office chair on the other. There seated Elizabeth Andrews, the school counselor, she was in her mid-30s but looked younger. Her pale painted fingers tapped lightly on the desk, and her black hair swished in the wind as she stared with far too welcoming blue eyes. Despite the uneasiness building up in his chest he quietly took a seat, refusing to look her in her eyes as she spoke.

“Hello Travis, I’m happy to see you,” Mrs.Andrews said sweaty, but even Travis, the most tone-deaf boy in the town, knew it was false.

“Agreed” Travis reposed bluntly with a small nod, once her blue eyes met his, he knew something was up. They didn’t hold the same probably fake happiness as usual, they looked concerned for once, it felt odd like he was being examined.

“Neil, from your father's ministry, called, he’s worried about you Travis… We all are,” She spoke softly as she placed her hand on his, just as his mother once would. “You constantly come to school with bruises and-”

“I don’t need your concern” Travis spoke harshly as he shooed her hand away. “I appreciate your hospitality but it is unneeded,” The woman straightened at the boy's words, she was in no way used to being pushed away.

“Travis, is there something going on at home?” She asked with a delict tone, watching the young man carefully for a falt in expression or a clue, receiving nothing but a sigh and a glare.

“For the last time Mrs.Andrews, everything is fine at home. I just get into a lot of fights with Johnson,” Travis spoke as bluntly as he had when others showed him pity, the waver in his voice unnoticeable, earning a small sigh from Mrs.Andrews as her brows drew together.

“I understand, you may head back to class,” She said, looking away with a drop of hurt in her eyes, but Travis was convinced, no, he knew, it was false. His black bookbag hit his back rigorously as he slammed the door shut, taking slow steps back to math, maybe if he did, the bell would ring before he arrived. But, just as with life nowadays, things didn’t go as planned. Spending 50 minutes with Sal Fisher was the worst part of his day, even having it cut to 35 didn’t help, not when Sal was sitting there giggling with the girl beside him.

The clock seemed to be ticking in slow motion at this point, it had only been 12 minutes and it felt like an eternity. The numbers on his worksheet had become scribbles in his brain, he couldn’t even wrap his brain around why there were letters in his math homework. Math was a man-made atrocity in his eyes, a work of Satan himself. He knew it wasn’t true, but it made him feel less stupid when the correct answer was 87 inches squared and he got 45 millimeters. He never dared to raise his hand to answer a question, or even to let himself be called on.

Travis was often cold, his body didn’t regulate temperature well, he had no fat on his bones to keep him warm during winter and he just didn’t handle heat well. It most certainly didn’t help that his assigned seat was right next to the air conditioner. He had been offered to sit near Sal, far away, under the heater, but Travis refused every time it was presented. He had to stay as far away from Sal as possible, or else he’d taint him with sin, just the thought of being near him made his heart race and his breathing heavy, he was disgusting, sick, and worst of all he looked more like a girl then a boy, and yet, he was a boy. Travis didn’t understand, his thoughts, his feelings, the way the blue-haired boy made him suffer every night, feeling small and alone as he scribbled pointless words onto a paper. Hoping it would help remove the feelings, or at least help him understand what was wrong with him.

Bro I'm going crazy I hate when people are TOO out of character that they go against cannon LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN LARRY DOESN'T LIKE PAINTING AND SAL'S SKINNY? LIKE BRO LARRYS WHOLE PERSONALITY ISN’T HIS MENTAL HEALTH AND DRUGS

I woke up from a nap and opened the window as usual. The fresh air blowing through the window made the whole room look newer to me. In fact, it was true that it was new. The things in my room were new furniture items I bought with the money my husband left behind. One day seeing trace of him drove me grieving , so I destroyed and disposed all of my husband's belongings. The bed with my husband's smell was nuts to me. I took the knife and slashed the bed, the sofa, and his clothes. My husband loved me madly. His smell felt like it was taking me to the underworld and I hated it. Even without my husband's called, death was lurking right next to me in my too old age. Apparently, a family living in the basement of apartment heard my screams, and contacted my relatives. later day from that day, my relatives arranged for the purchase of new furniture, but it seems they stole some of my money. In return, my relatives gave the small critter to me.

from under the new sofa, she stuck out her nose and sniffed. I had always been obsessed with her before I knew it. When I received it from my relatives, I thought it would be impossible to keep a small critter, cuz I'd die soon. When she came out the under sofa, I gently picked her up and buried my face in her soft fur. I smelled like a meadow on a sunny day, she renewed a gloomy apartment room that smells of moldy. She was always next to me when I was sleeping. Even though her skull was small, she seemed to recognize me as her mother. Her cute long ears twitched to hear outside noises. If I were to continue to smell her smell, I would die sooner or later just like my husband. My husband told me I was spicy smell like nutmeg, an overdose of it would be fatal. And then my husband died. This small brown rabbit might be like nutmeg when I grind it into powder, I named her Nutmeg when she was one year old, just like my husband called me.

When she nibbled my toes, it was when she was hungry. I went to the kitchen to feed her the road-weed I had picked this morning. At that moment, I heard a loud noise from outside and saw something coming in through the window. It was a firecracker, and exploded, engulfing her. My ears heard her skull pop like nut-cracking. and I heard the damn brat screaming.

Hey

Im kinda stupid at times so ignore that lmao

Pansexual

Polyamorous

She/they

Likes:

Sally face, TBHK, my gfs, Hazbin hotel, welcome home, Salvis (fight me istg), Sonic memes, and probably more lmao-

I just spent probably an hour on Pinterest saving Sally face memes for no reason other than obsession- so ya!

Si, they are making another. The process is taking forever, but it's coming :)

I have doubt someone will like the drawing, but ppl on other wikis says my art style is cute, so I decided to post it... Also I was lazy to draw the background. Btw I'll probably draw Megan soon...

PLZ, SOMEONE TRY TO MAKE UP A SILLY GOOFY STORY TO ADD CONTEXT TO THESE-

(cue the song "Wheels On The Bus" By Melanie Martinez)

People are being idiots. You're taking the bus to school again because your family was either to busy, or didn't care, and to be honest, you didn't care either.

There were kids pushing eachother around, shouting, laughing, a couple making out in the back, and a kid selling crack to another kid, but your mind was elsewhere...

You were starring out the window at the glistening, fresh snow... it wasn't enough to grant a snow day, but the early morning sun made it look as if it glowed under the soft red-ish-pink clouds, and the music on your walkman was blocking out the world. Sometimes, on a morning like this, you could see yourself being in a different world. A world where everything just made sense, but only to you. Where you didn't have to deal with fake friends, or feeling neglected... You could just be yourself, and do whatever your mind could dream up.

You knew this was only a dream, however... because this world is a much crueler place...

That's when it happened... The bus slowed to a stop, as did time... you looked up, and say him... Larry Johnson... but you didn't say a word, nor did he. You only made eye contact for about fifteen seconds before one of his friends called him over... but something felt different...

What do you do next?

Larry looks high T-T

What I can do:

Sfw

Comfort

Date night ( you pick a date)

Marriage

It can be husband or wife too ( if you want)

Y/N ( they are dating you not other characters)

What I can't do :

A*use

Nsfw

Anything disgusting or uncomfortable

Them dating other characters ( Sorry :( )

( make sure you be Pacific ( yes ik I spelled it wrong) on your request please )

Note :

This is the characters dating you kinda headcanon

What I can do :

Sfw

Comfort

Y/N giving them gifts ( drawings or something that they made in school you decide)

Taking care of Y/N ( newborn or child or teen you decide)

What I can't do :

Nsfw

I*cest

Anything disgusting or uncomfortable

A*use

( as always makes sure you be Pacific on your requests please)