#I like this is a permanent feature in the fandom for Leona

[thesunshineriptide]

-Slide across the floor- Hi~.  Can I ask, a Scenario with the dorm leaders with a shy, gentle and scared gn child MC who has a face full of scars and marks from a fatal accident, something similar to Sally Face, and mc wears a prosthesis face. Thanks for the attention, here have cookies and milk, you deserve.🥛🍪

What an incredibly specific ask. I admire that you know exactly what you want. Hopefully this can reach your expectations. I’m gonna be honest I managed to only graze the Sally Face fandom years ago on TikTok and I didn’t really know much about it before now because it seemed really unnerving to me. I’ve also never played the game, but I did read the wiki a bit and I think I have an idea of what you’re after. I also just picked a few dorm leaders because…it’s a lot of writing

Face the music

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Kalim, Malleus

Tw// body horror, medical talk, children, bullying, crying, low self esteem, rude comments on appearance, crying

Rating: R (potentially disturbing content ahead)

Every student in Night Raven College seemed to freeze upon the last of the students be sorted by the dark mirror. There stood a small child, absolutely drowning in ceremonial robes, standing before the dark mirror.

A child was a weird enough occurrence, but what really made everyone freeze was their face. Instead of skin, there sat a smooth white false face, similar to a Venetian masquerade mask. The eyes behind it seemed to glow with the shadows that deepened them.

“Remove your mask, child.” The dark mirror commanded, “I cannot see you properly. Your spirit shape is hidden from my gaze. Let your reflection be clear to me.”

As the child removed their mask, the dark cavern of the room filled with shocked gasps, then dead air.

“Ah yes, there you are, child. Now, let’s see…”

Riddle

Riddle has always had a soft spot for children, but he won’t like, the scarred face of the magicless child made him…unnerved. It was clear something was wrong with them, but he couldn’t quite manage to psych himself up enough to ask.

But they never seemed to mind, all in all. Even with the rude comment or occasional taunt, they always responded kindly from behind that mask, and never seemed to raise their voice or snap. They obeyed every order from their teachers, they did well in classes (how were they actually attending college? Clearly they were incredibly bright, or the teachers were giving them easier work) and they obeyed all 810 of the Queen’s laws when Riddle checked on them.

He often pulled them aside to have tea breaks with them, and never quite managed to relax whenever they pulled off their mask to eat a scone or tart.

“Little one, do your features bother you?” Escaped his lips before he could think twice, and he flushed bright red in embarrassment

“It doesn’t make life any easier.” Was the child’s reply, “I don’t like the way people flinch from me, if that’s what you mean.”

Riddle took a moment to think, staring deeply at them for a moment before reaching forward to remove the child’s mask carefully, placing it on the counter, “You won’t have to wear that around me anymore. And…”

He tilted his head to the side, surveying their face. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he had thought - it was mostly scarring, though their lips pulled back permanently to show their teeth, and there seemed to be a dent in their jaw.

“My parents are very prolific medical healers,” he began nervously, “If you’d like prosthetics more specific to your features, I’m sure my family has adequate contacts for that. But - ah, no pressure, of course.”

For months they had quiet, maskless tea parties. They talked of everything, from the Queen of hearts to cabbages and kings.

“Riddle? You mentioned a…a different prosthetic face. Is that…is that still something you would be willing to do for me?” The child looked at him with hopeful eyes from behind their teacup, taking a sip (pinkies out!)

Riddle nodded, “if that’s what you’d like, then yes.”

“I’d like that, please. If that’s okay.”

Riddles smile softened and nodded. It was a good reason to deal with his parents, wasn’t it?

Leona

Let’s be clear, Leona hates kids. Like a lot. And…okay, you don’t exactly have cuteness going for you.

It takes the magicless child confidently walking up to him and taking his hand while he’s overblotted before he acknowledges their existence. It’s also that one action that snaps him out of it.

He watched as their skin cracks from the dryness and heat, yet they down let him go. Instead, they lower his mask and stare at him with teary eyes, begging him to come back.

He let the blot leave him then, because even if he didn’t like the kid - he couldn’t bring himself to hate them, either.

He starts seeing them around Savanaclaw more, always with Jack or Ruggie and doing something like running or helping with chores or sometimes just resting. It seems the more they’re around, the less they wear the mask.

It makes sense to the beastmen that they wouldn’t. Their face is painted with battle scars, and they’re relaxed and at home in a sense here. Masks are only used for fighting, but everyone readily accepts their scarring.

Leona’s in the lounge, playing chess by his lonesome again, when the child walks up to him.

“Housewarden Leona? Can I play with you?”

He raised an eyebrow and said nothing, instead jerking his head to the other side of the chess board.

They played in silence, and the kid could really hold their own. Not against Leona, of course, he’s had many years of practice, but even when he wins the child just smiles and thanks him for letting them play.

It’s another instance when Leona’s wandering around after one of his catnaps that he sees The Kid, Ruggie, Kalim, and Rook all sitting on the ground in the courtyard in front of the school, with pots or paint and brushes out. He sees the kid without their mask, laughing with the group as he slinks his way over.

He peeks over Kalim’s shoulder to find the group doing arts and crafts. Specifically, Rook and Ruggie are painting the kid’s mask, while Kalim is painting his face with silvery-white and deep kohl black paints in intricate designs.

Ruggie and Rook are painting a design on the mask, one that Leona recognizes as a symbol of strength. The left half is the face of a lion, in sienna orange and black, and the other half appears to be random doodles that he imagines were done by the kid themself.

When The Kid looks up at him and smiles, and Kalim turns to do the same, he thinks he might hack up a hairball from all the sweetness.

“Oi, Little Warrior, how come you didn’t invite me to do arts and crafts?” He plops down behind the kid, pulling them into his lap as he begins to do their hair in intricate braids.

Kalim

Kalim isn’t shocked because he finds the child’s face disturbing or anything of that sort - he’s shocked because clearly someone did something. Those aren’t the kind of scars you’re born with, they’re the ones you gain from harm.

Instantly, he claims the kid as his, and it’s no surprise. They’re practically two peas in a pod. They’re both sweet and have a gentle disposition, they both love playing, and they both have childlike wonder that persevered from bad experiences.

They honestly might be the only two to properly get each other - sure, plenty of other people at NRC have had trauma, but it’s different when it was an attempt to kill you. So when the child informs Kalim of what happened, he instantly understands and empathizes. He was poisoned a couple times when he was younger, he gets it. It sucks, doesn’t it?

He’s honestly rather oblivious to whether or not the kid is wearing their mask, because it almost seems like he’s seeing through them.

One day magicless student asked Kalim about his kohl and his henna tattoos. Kalim was instantly overjoyed and called over Jamil because oh my seven, Jamil’s henna skills are amazing, you should let him do some on you, it’s awesome!

Kalim himself offers doesn’t even ask, just starts doing it to do kohl on them. The kid doesnt seem to mind, instead just holding still with a little smile as the two work on dolling them up.

It’s a few months in before Kalim realizes just how unnerved and upset other students are around the child. Whispers of how creepy is that kid, always wearing a mask… don’t you remember orientation? That scarring haunts my dreams. Kalim has zero patience for that and immediately says what’s on his mind before he can think too clear.

When you just shrug it off and take his hand to tug him to the cafeteria, he’s confused. He doesn’t want people being mean to him, you’re his little friend! Why are you stopping him? When you just say “I understand their feelings, it’s okay.” His heart breaks in two and he almost starts crying. He holds it together though, instead just scooping you up to carry you off to the cafeteria to eat.

Speaking of, Kalim is excellent because when you’re too nervous to ask for something, he’s always there to ask for you! If you can’t reach something, he’s got it! And if you ever wanna go and dance in the rain and the sands, he’s more than happy to grant your wish. Just call him your personal genie.

Malleus

Malleus wasn’t at orientation. He had no idea of what was going on until Lilia brought in a small human-looking creature that was almost completely still in his arms, and wearing a eggshell white mask.

“Lilia? Have you found a rather large doll?”

When the little human begins to laugh and starts moving, he’s actually a little surprised. He suspected that whatever was in Lilia’s arms was sentient, but hadn’t realized it was actually human.

Lilia takes care of the beastie most, to Malleus’s disappoint and relief. For whatever reason, the child seems to agitate Sebek to no end, and the Diasomnia members part for them in the same manner they do for Malleus.

Ah, yes, he understands. Fear. The students are afraid of a child, for what? Simply wearing a mask?

It’s late one night and he can’t seem to find sleep, or perhaps it can’t find him. He decides to get up and check on everyone to make sure they’re sleeping fine before he heads out to wander the school grounds near that ramshackle dorm. He cracks open everyone’s door, peeking in at Sebek and Silver, sleeping soundly, looking through Lilia’s doorway to find him gaming into the wee hours of the morning with a fond smile, then finally to the little cubby beneath the stairs to check on the tiny human.

He had never seen their face before, and nearly recoils at the sight. There laid the tiny, bright, kind, gentle little beastie they had taken in, sleeping soundly, with a disfigured face. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of aching and anger. He reached down, gently stroking along the scar crossing from jaw to cheekbone across their face, frowning. What could be the cause? Who had done this?

But those thoughts left his mind when the child of man nuzzled their way into his grasp, letting out a soft little sigh, still asleep.

He didn’t leave for a walk that night, instead he kept guard over you. If something like this could happen before he knew you, who was to say it couldn’t happen again now?

Malleus is probably the gentlest of the group, every hug with the softest pressure, every pat on the hair a feather light touch. He remembers how fragile humans are every time he sees the beastie, the memory of the night he discovered your face burned behind his Eyelids.

The faerie prince cherishes every moment with this human, the awareness of every moment passing and how fast time is making him savor every second.

He finds you crying, once, at a mirror. When he asks what’s wrong and you answer “I’m ugly” he’s distraught. He doesn’t want you to feel that way - he cherishes you, don’t you know that, child of man? - but he knows he could make it go away.

“Child, if you desire, I could…I could change your appearance. Perhaps not forever, but if you wish for it, I can make it so. While I don’t see anything wrong with your looks, I can understand if you are…unsatisfied with them. But to me, child of man, I find you quite adorable.”

He holds you firmly when you spin around to hug him, sobbing into his dorm uniform, shaking with your cries. He rubs your back and stays there, silent, for as long as you need.

“Thank you, Hornton, I’ll think about it. You’re the bestest friend ever.”

He smiles at you, something soft for your eyes only. This is disrupted when Lilia announces that dinner is almost ready, though, and he quickly changes tactics to getting you the hell out of there so Lilia doesn’t poison you.