"Alright, doctor, it's your time to check in on good old SF, and remember the rules-"

"Yeah, yeah, Rules are simple, don't touch anything and don't touch him, if he tries to walk to me, just back off and escape, don't be stupid."

"Good, at least you listened to the hour-long speech given by the Head Doctor."

"Say, you don't think to give him...a Rusty Spoon would-"

"ARE YOU MAD!?" (whisper) "Don't you dare say that out loud, you can get into some serious shit if anyone heard you say that. besides, we're not allowed to take anything in or out, completely against the rules." *sigh* "Alright, you're up, go get him, tiger."

"(We're cleared for entry, open the doors.)" ((From a speaker))
"Unit one, we're heading in, be advised, clear the doors."

Unit Captain: "Alright. We're making this quick, clean and secure, in and out in a jiffy no problems. LET'S MOVE!"

*The group goes in and navigates an old decrepit house, rotted wood, dirty and very unsanitary overall*

((Insert raspy breathing, shuddering and sounds as if someone was in labor, always insert this whenever Salad Finger's doesn't talk, as to fill in the silence))

"H-hh-Hello....My...My...My name is Salad.....Fingers...." *He is a bald, hunchbacked human/mutant with light-green skin and no visible nose or ears, who speaks with a distorted Lancastrian accent. He carries an oval, ornate silver plate with rusted, old porcelain cups with black viscous ooze inside of them*

"Y-yy-you've come...at the right time....I'm about to hh-have tea...Would you like some tea?"

*You hear from a mic from a headset you're all wearing: "Whatever you do, do not drink the liquid nor accept it, it will kill you."

UC: "That's fine, we're just here to clean up and make sure you're okay."

SF: "Oh...that's....just fine....oh deary me...."

*As your small group heads in, you notice old pictures, clearly taken from 1910, they're small, cracked and you see a smiling man holding the waste of a blonde lady with freckles who's also smiling:

SF: "That's Charlotte, she's my sweet, pretty, wife....I remember the good days when we'd go to the beach, her beautiful hair, her trademarked smile, 'yep, she was a keeper for sure' my dad always told me." *replace breathing temporarily with a happy humming tune*

*The more you investigate the more you begin to learn about SF, he likes collecting sea-shells and....Silver spoons, some that are in surprisingly good condition despite the time that has passed.

UC: "Alright, cleared the upstairs and the adjacent rooms outside the Living room, everything's fine and dandy, we can head out now."

Random Private: "Thank god, this place makes my skin crawl, I swear that guy always has me on fucking edge every time I come in here, it's like he's always watching...us...."

*cut to SF staring at an old, prehistoric aged TV with static as you can hear him cheering: "Alright! Let's go, Philly! Just one more swing! and you'll be off to the championships!" He giggles to himself waving around an invisible baseball bat.*

UC: "We're heading out now."

*SF notices the group leaving: "Wh-wait! You mustn't leave just yet! You must try some of my, delicious brown cake! I implore that you must have a taste before leaving."

UC: "Sorry, but we're leaving Salad, we can't stay for too long, maybe another time alright?"

*The saddened SF walks away back to his chair as he sits down melancholically.*

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