Sally Face (game)

What do you guys think it's gonna be? I've heard a lot of people say that they think it's gonna be each chapter is gonna be about a diff characters life and stuff. I think it would be cool if Ash had a child (somehow after all her injuries) and it followed the kid trying to figure out what happened to their mom (ash) and the stuff with Sal. Ngl tho I do not care as long as Travis is their for like 1 frame 😞

Cw: may be considered hateful bc it's a rant about the actions and thoughts of others

1. "Ash ruins Salvis" No she does not, Salash is cannon, it is shown to be one-sided, mainly because the game is from the perspective of Sal. She doesn't ruin anything she's just there, you can headcanon her and Sal's relationship however you want. She didn't get in the way of anything you like to think so

2. When people dumb Travis down to Salvis. Travis is his own complex character, yes, he doesn't get as much screen time as the other characters, but I can tell Steve tried to show as much about him as he could during his time on screen. Travis is a character with depth, yet he is always boiled down to Salvis or being gay. This was brought to my attention when I looked up Travis Phelps; most of it was just Salvis. Sal is an important part of showing his character (because most of his interactions were with him) but he is not an important part of his character.

3. How some people (mostly fanfic writers [not excluding myself I do it too sometimes]) make Travis's character devolvement happen super fast. In most Salvis fics, Travis is automatically a better person after the bathroom scene. Travis does try to treat Sal better after, but it doesn't automatically make him good. Trauma does not heal that fast and I feel like people don't get that. Travis wouldn't become a good person that fast, it's just not believable, it would have taken at least a year IF Travis had a normal life after high school which he didn't. Character development is slow most time.

4. Ash haters. Now honestly, it was not the right thing to remove Sal's mask without consent, but she wasn't in the wrong in the trial. She had never been shown the ghost like the others and was left out of adventures. Of course, she would have thought Sal was crazy, she didn't know about the ghosts, she intended to get him the proper help she thought he needed, not to kill him

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.

I hate this class bro

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

Travis shoved past the shorter boy in an attempt to avoid him. It was already bad enough that they had math together, but 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 blue-haired nightmare and the feelings he brought with him. The way he dressed made him stand out, which made Travis more sure of noticing him, and spiky boots or flowy dresses that were disgustingly alluring were often his go-to. It made Travis sick. No man should be able to dress like that and still be proud of themselves.

The ringing of the bell caught Travis off guard, and he shoved 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; he might've even said 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, but it was almost a C, held up by a poetry book assigned last week. The words spit out of his teacher's mouth, and before he knew it, a paper skimmed over his desk, hitting him in the chest. The words on top read, ‘Pen pals.'

Some of the class groaned in frustration, while others were calm or even excited by the prospect of meeting new people. Travis was just annoyed. He'd never liked meeting new people, not even when he was a kid, and he still had memories of hiding behind his mother during church, gripping onto her flowy skirt, and nuzzling his (then brown) hair into her leg. He pretended not to notice the warm voice of the strangers cooing his name back then, but everyone has to grow up eventually. He learned the hard way that once his mother left, his protection was gone. He couldn't pretend anymore.

“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.

“Right,” the blond woman began again, “Your letter will be sent on Thursday, so you can work on it after school, and MAKE SURE IT'S PUNCTUATED CORRECTLY! Take pride in your work.”

At this point, Travis had begun to tune her out, scribbling his name in rushed cursive atop the page before scribbling it out after remembering the rules.

"Hello."

Too formal.

"Hey.”

Too casual.

"Nice to meet you."

He paused. They weren’t meeting, really, but it would have to do. He wrote it down.

"You’ll be addressing me as M.P."

Too demanding,

"Call me M.P,"

Too laid-back.

"My name’s M.P”

There. That was natural.. ish. He kept scrawling out words until he had a complete sentence.

"I like to attend church and write, what about you?"

Mrs. Bailey didn’t say the letter had to be long, just that it needed to be an introduction. There wasn’t much to say about himself anyways. Well, not anything he’d want someone to hear… Not that he tried to think about that.

The bell screeched in his ears before he could blink, and then it was time for P.E.

Phys Ed had always been a pain for Travis. Running till his lungs burned, changing with sweaty, ugly teenagers, and worst of all, seeing Todd Morrison. Flaunting his sinful pride around like the rest of his freak friends. It was truly sickening.

Nevertheless, he dragged his feet across the cement hallways and into the lockers, and tried his best to stare at the ground.

Mr. Tucker had made Travis sit out for running day because of his “asthma.” He didn't even have asthma. He had no trouble breathing, usually, so he was confused by his sudden inability to swallow air. The worst part, though, was that he had to sit out with Todd, and though Todd didn’t seem to care, it rattled Travis.

Todd looked like a normal guy, dressed average, and his nose was always buried in a book. The only thing about him that stood out was his bright orange hair.

“Hello Travis,” Todd said quietly.

Travis squinted at him. He thought they'd both silently agreed to stay quiet, but it seemed that the redhead didn’t get the memo.

“Hello. What are you reading.” Travis wanted to punch himself. Small talk? With a homo? He needed to get off of this bench.

“'Quantum Field Theory for the Gifted Amateur' by Tom Lancaster and Stephen J. Blundell.” The boy replied.

Travis nodded, but most of Todd's words had gone through him like sand through a sieve.

Once the bell rang, Travis quickly pushed himself into the locker room, avoiding everyone as much as he could. Not having to socialize had always been the goal, yet he always seemed to fail.

He trudged to his next class with contempt. It 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 (how was that even allowed?), white tights (???), and white Converse high-tops. His blue hair was in a braid to match the look.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long day.

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 :)

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)

Hey I'd like to have 100% of episode 3 of Sally Face but I'm missing page 6 and 11 of Jim's diary and I can't find them. Even when I do all the objectives in the game and look at the solutions. So please help me !!!!

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So, I got dragged into ANOTHER fandom (The Amazing Digital Circus [idek if there's a wiki yet, I just watched the pilot, and got OBSESSED)

ANYWAY, what do y'all think a crossover between T.A.D.C., and S.F. would look like?

I told my mom I wanted Sally Face on my PS5 for Christmas (since it costs money) and she said “sure, is it scary?” And I said “kinda” so she said my dad has to play it with me so I was like “that’s fine” and then I remembered…

Shit.

Charlie would prolly be best friends with Captain Boomerang from Suicide Squad. they'd bond over MLP or somethin', and they'd also killed eachother for the toys.

They're Bronies. what do you expect?

Convince me otherwise, I dare you.

So yippie theory time, i finally played sally face for the first time!!! (ive only ever watched gloom play it, miss her btw) and i have a point to bring up about the strange hole you guys know, the one with point of no return. im not sure if this has ever been brought up btw i just over analyze a lot, but after larry brings you back and what not everyone seems to forget certain things later on. like the box specifically the one found in larrys treehouse left by his dad. larry later forgets the box even exists. theres also a computer chip that you put into todds computer but right after he forgets everything about it. so what if going through that hole there really isnt a return. instead you end up in a realm exactly like sals but things have been erased, say for the cults advatage. sal was going through realms and seeing all this stuff and the reason nobody believed him was that the cult was erasing that stuff from everyone but sal to keep the cult going in a way i guess. might just be some nonesense but for those who did read i hope it was interesting! ily and hope ur doing well :)

They look so bad- ahhhhh-

The first one is him wearing an oversized sweater saying "Metal Christmas 🤘" (It took me literally 20 seconds-), and the second one says "I need coffee..."

Also, I used a OC generator website to see how it'd describe an already existing character just by the name and... it's not far off- all I gave it was the name in the bold print

This December...

Be prepared...

For the 4 new characters in town...

Cuz I got bored, and wanted to use stock images for some reason...

And Cass needs more friends...

@Spider33

This is a storyboard! :D

Thank you so much to @Spider33 for this idea :3

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-Phone rings-

Cass: -answers phone- "hello?"

???: "...Hello..."

Cass: "What's up?"

???: "...do you like scary movies?"

Cass: "Oh, let me guess... you're one of those people who are into those movies with cheap masks, and tacky black clothes? and the dumb cliche of" -mocking voice- "'The called is inside the house! oh no!' ?"

???: "...well-"

Cass: -cuts him off- "Look, those are cute, and all, but the killer is still human, and they can still EASILY die. I just need a gun, and I could get a headshot as they slowly, menacingly walk inches closer... actually, why do they only walk?" -sarcastically- "Like, someone could be running as fast as a car, and suddenly, they turn around, and boom! a walking person! meters away!" -normal voice- "if the killer is that fast, why haven't they just killed the person, and got it over with before the screaming gets annoying?"

???: "...you wouldn't worry about picky little details if I was in your closet with a knife..."

Cass: "Dude, you're fruity?! It's okay if you're gay, you know, but you should come out of the closet! you deserve to live your life as yourself, not as what anyone expects of you!"

???: "I-..." -baffled- "I just told you I'm in your house with a knife"

Cass: "I'm in my house with a knife, along with other assorted weapons. what makes you think you're so special? and why just a knife? guns are quicker, daggers are fun, swords are longer ranged, and knives are so overused! c'mon, get creative!"

???: "..." -hangs up, and walks out of the closet- "That's it, I'm done!" -takes off mask, and throws it to the floor angrily- "I'm f***ing done! Good bye!" -slams door as he leaves-

Cass: "bye bye, Guh-host fuh-cé <3"

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I desperately need this as like a mini comic XDDD