As Sal slowly walked down the steps, a single thought flashed in his mind. This thought was a question. A question that would haunt Sal for a while. To put it more simply: Sal still couldn't recall anything that happened the previous night. The image of Q soaked in crimson was fresh, but nothing else was.
"Good morning sunshine," Q greeted from his couch.
Now that there was actually light, Sal could see Q's face. The left side was still wrapped up, but the bandages at least looked fresh. Sal couldn't see Q's arms, but he guessed that they were the same. Forcing a smile, Sal waved to Q. His stomach gurgled again, echoing throughout the small living room.
"What the hell was that?" Q laughed, nearly falling from his seated position. The cat that was sitting on his lap had jumped at the noise and ran up the stairs.
Sal was about to answer when he felt something crawl up his throat. Unable to do anything about it, Sal just let his mouth fall open and spit out whatever was coming up. What did come up was a two inch thick tentacle. A was roughly two very long and twisting in all directions. Sal tried to get rid of it, but it was covered in some sort of lube like substance.
"Fuck…ing!" Sal coughed. "Help...me."
After a half hour and one roll of duct tape, Q got Sal's mouth shut. All they had to do now was wait.
____________________________________⚠Dear all Sal fans: PLEASE DONT KILL ME! ⚠
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Impractically Broken
HorrorI've had this idea in my head for a while now, so why not write it down. [I NEED TO STOP WRITING NEW STORIES]
