⚠️ *WARNING!* This story is 18  and contains mentions of abuse as well as profanity, a teeny bit of sexual content, alcohol and drug use, TOXICITY, depression, and a lot of tears. Please read notes at the ends of chapters in case I add a warning for future chapters!

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This is a Sally Face fanfic! In this universe, some of the paranormal aspects exist but the cult doesn't-- just to keep the conclusion working in favor of the story!
The name 'Emilie' is pretty much a placeholder for y/n. She has no description because I want everyone to envision her as yourselves!

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Emilie kept to herself. She avoided people as best as she could. She did this for multiple reasons, mainly because most people generally sucked. Still, it didn't mean she hadn't craved human contact somewhere deep down-- even if she hasn't realized it yet.

She noticed Sal Fisher the second she moved to Nockfell. The blue-haired boy intrigued her with his expressionless prosthetic and his overall nonchalance. His carefree and bad-boyish personality was something she wished she had, but not enough to be envious of him. It was enough to admire him. 

Sal and Emilie are thrust into a sudden friendship- if you'd like to call it a friendship- that changes their lives forever. Together, they realize life is a lot of things, but it surely isn't simple- especially when it comes to the two of them.

Life is a living hell. They have Travis, some guy from out of state, Larry and Ash who can't figure themselves out, Emilie's dads band, and worst of all- the popular kids. 

Through their f*cked up journey, Emilie slowly begins to uncover the roots of her admiration for Sal Fisher through their blooming friendship. 

So, I'll leave you all to answer the question: will it only be a friendship? 

       

(The photos in the cover are NOT mine and neither are any of the characters (not including my own characters) from the Sally Face universe. )
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