Moving to Nockfell was lonely, Not much of anyone, or anything to do. Though, when you did make friends it worked out well, as in the apartments everyone was just floors. Or even doors away, making hangouts a breeze. Though it also meant you quickly got caught up in their shenanigans, Hell just in the last week of moving you learnt all about the murders on the fourth floor and the arrest of Charlie on the second. Hell you'd even met the Ghost of Megan.

Despite it being such a little town it held cultish secrets in its soul, ghosts and ghouls to even something as simple as bologna. It tasted weird. Chug seemed to like it though.

Though currently? It was the least of your worries. Right now? You couldn't remember your locker pin.

Soft swears whispered from your lips muffled by the occasional frustration of hand hitting metal. You weren't alone in your struggles as Sal paced the halls, one of your good friends. He'd adopted you into the small group shortly after you moved in.

He had his hands shoved in his pockets, approaching you and your locker troubles, for a moment he watched, before a slight amused laugh left him, muffled by his prosthetic.

"Let me." He hummed out, gently swatting your hands away from the combination lock before he took out a paperclip, jamming it into the keyhole as he began to wriggle it around, trying to pick it.