You walked out of the room in shock. What's wrong with salad fingers? "Uhm.. Mr. Fingers?" You quietly asked, peaking around the corner of the kitchen. It lead to the hall. You went into the hall, then heard a faint sound of moaning. You opened a door, and saw a couch with a radio. You slid inside the room, and nervously looked around. "M-Mr. Fingers?" You questioned once more. You saw a small door in the edge of the room. It was alittle open, and sad moans came from the inside of it.

You slowly walked towards it, then crouched. You slid the door more open, to reveal salad fingers hunched up in the inside. His fingers on his eyes. "Mr. fingers.." You softly spoke. He uncovered his puffy eyes and gasped. "G-get away from me!" He aggressively shouted. You jumped backwards, falling onto your butt. "I-I-I," You stuttered. "I'm sorry!" You shouted. He seemed afraid as he pulled back his head.

Run away- 8

Comfort him- 9