《The World Of Salad Fingers (Finished)》The Start
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It has been days since you last ate or drank. There's nothing but sand and dead trees surrounding you.. You have been staying in a broken house, surviving off of bugs and puddles from the basement. You couldn't remember anything before that.. but now, there's no food or water left in the old shack, so your trying to find a new house, or at least somewhere with food or water. "I can't.. take this!" You muttered, aggressively. Your knees dropped to the ground as you scooped up a fist of sand. You dug, hoping to find water underground. No luck.
Your eyes watered from the sand and fear in your eyes. You put the handful of sand in your mouth, knowing there wouldn't be food for awhile.
You kept walking, and you came upon a patch of dead trees. You slowly walked across the dead woods, then found something incredible! A small,grey house! You started running through the sand to the house. Once you reached it, you pressed the doorbell. No answer. This is probably an abandoned house, like the last. Just to be sure, you rung the doorbell once more. This time, you heard footsteps! The handle turned and was opened by a.. Uhm..
You jumped back at the sight of the creature. It was no human.. it was like a mutant, such as many Dead carcasses you stumbled across upon before. It had huge eyes on its yellow head. It was quite short, also. "Uhm.. hello.. I'm (y/n)... I am looking for food.. possibly shelter... erm.." there was a moment of silence between you two. "May I come.. in?" It stared at you with beady eyes, until making a high-pitched squeal. "Eh- ouch!" You said, holding your ears. "Was that a.. yes?" You weakly asked. It did it once more. "Please, I need help, I'm dying!" It didn't move. It just stared at you and blinked. "Here, I'll repay you with something," you said. You looked around, hoping to see anything besides sand. You sighed, fusterated, then saw something.. ANOTHER HOUSE! You started running towards it, sweat poured down your face. It was a pain to run since you had about NO energy. You started getting slower and slower. "I.. i.." you fell, with no life left in your soul.
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You woke up on a old, red and soft chair. Your vision was blurry at first. "Wheee.. where.. am I..?" You whispered. You brushed your hair back (if your a girl) and realized where you where. You where inside a house! Infront of You was a radio. Did the yellow guy bring you inside your house? You tried moving, but you had no energy. Your mouth was dry and your stomach hurt as it rumbled in hunger. "F...m.." you tried saying. Then, footsteps started walking up from behind you. "Ah, Your awake!" A cranky voice said as the creature stepped infront of you. It wasn't the yellow guy..
Your body shot in fear and confusion, but you remained frozen. "You seemed rather breathless w-when I found you taking a nap in my yard, (Y/N)." What a strange thing he called you... is that your name? It's been forever since someone spoke to you, you forgot your name completely. "I thought it would be nice to have a-a guest over, and possibly a new friend, (Y/N)." You scanned his body. He was about 6 feet skin and bones, he looked awful. Well, health wise. And how was he green? Then, you noticed his three, long fingers on each arm. He was missing his palms. He stared off into space. Cross eyed. Below his eyes where huge, dark eye sockets. This creature was horrific! But, he did save you..
"Would you like some Ruby's tea? I have s-some on my stove!" You didn't reply. You couldn't, even though you wanted to. "That'd be simply splendid! Replied (y/n)." Your mind flooded with even more confusion. He picked you up, and slowly walked to a table. He put you in a seat at the end, and placed the mug infront of you. "There you go." He waited for you to sip the tea. You looked at it.. it didn't look like tea.. more like black liquid. You reached your shakey hand to the mug, and slowly lifted it, making the liquid splash out of the cup as you raised it to your lips. The creature walked out of the room as the warm drink filled your throat. It was definitely not tea, but it was a delightful substance to drink. You drank the whole cup in moments, already feeling energy fill your body. The creature walked back into the room, with a plate of food. "I hope you will enjoy t-this admirals pie with your tea.." he set the plate infront of you. "Ah.. it seems you finished your Ruby's tea, already. Would you care for some more?" You nodded and slowly smiled. He raised the pot of tea from the table and slowly poured some more into my mug. You quickly drank more of the tea as he sat on the other end of the table. You set your tea down and looked at your "Admirals pie," then at your spoon. The spoon had dried up food and was covered in rust, so you picked up the slice of pie instead. "I hope you enjoy your dinner." The creature told me. "I certainly do! said (Y/n)." He said, raising a finger. For some reason... he'd speak for you...
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You quietly ate your food. Once finished, you where quite full and tired. "You still seem rather s-sleepy, would you like to sleep overnight?"
"Yes." -1
"Still hungry." -2
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