Salad Fingers x Reader: Fluff 💚💚

Phone Call

   Mr. Fingers had been letting you sleep in his own bed for a while now, while he would lay on the floor beside you. No pillow, no blanket, just the cold, hard floor beneath him. Sometimes you could hear him sit up, and feel him staring at you with his large, unblinking eyes. But, you eventually got used to it after some time.

   Tonight, however, was different. Nighttime had arrived, and Mr. Fingers had already laid you down in bed, covering you up with the thin piece of cloth he called a blanket.

   "N-now you get comfy, Alice Jackson, I-I shall be right back, I've got to make a phone call to my old chap, uh..." he paused, "K-Kenneth- yes, Kenneth, out in the great war," he smiled, "he's coming over tomorrow for a visit, I-I'm sure he'd love to meet you..."

   Mr. Fingers looked down at you for a moment, his gaze travelling from your eyes, then down the rest of your body. "A-are you warm enough, Alice?" He tilted his head, and in a deep, mocking voice he said, "why yes, Mr. Fingers, you've been a great host so far." The words he'd spoken for you made him giggle in a flattered manner, "oh, you," he added, waving a hand dismissively.

   He left the room, after saying good night to you and patting you on the forehead. But you didn't want to sleep tonight. It was way too cold, the bed hurt your back, and something felt...wrong. You couldn't put your finger on what exactly it was, but something was wrong.

   You stayed on the bed, rolling over onto your side in an attempt to make yourself even a little more comfortable. While you tossed and turned, you heard Mr. Finger's voice coming from the other room, but you couldn't make out what exactly he was saying. You sat up, trying to hear his words, but the walls muffled his voice. Letting your curiosity take over, you stepped out of bed and walked toward the door.

Your leg was feeling much better by now, so walking was much easier than the past few days; it's a miracle it didnt get infected in this filthy house. Anyway, you reached the door, and peeked into the next room.

   Mr. Fingers was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, holding a phone up to his ear. What was weirder though, was that the phone's cord had been cut.

   "H-hello, yes, operator..." Mr. Fingers mumbled, "c-could I speak to my old pal Kenneth, please?" He went quiet for a moment, "yes, Kenneth, from the Great War." He got quiet again, as if he were somehow listening to someone speaking through the phone. He had his usual smile on for the beginning of the call, but as he "listened" to whoever was talking to him, his smile began to fade.

   "O-oh, really..?" He looked down at his feet, "but Kenneth, I've already gotten everything set up..." He lowered the phone from his ear, tears rolling down his cheeks. Had this Kenneth guy somehow cancelled their plans? Why did this hurt Mr. Fingers so much?

   "I see..." he muttered, dropping the phone beside the stand as he tried to hang it up. "O-oh, no, all is not lost yet," you ducked back into the room as he turned his head toward you, "I still have you, Hubert Cumberdale, as well as Alice Jackson, Marjory and Jeremy to keep me company, don't I? Oh, speaking of-" you heard him shuffle up to his feet and walk to his room, "I-I've left Alice alone for quite some time, ha-haven't I?"

   You froze for a moment, then hurried back into bed, covering yourself with the piece of cloth that was supposed to serve as your blanket. He entered the room, walking over to the bed. "Alice, are you alright? H-have you fallen asleep yet?" He put a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently. When you didn't reply, he mumbled a noise of agreement, "yes you have," and smiled. He stood there for a minute, his hand still on your shoulder the whole time. His fingers were freezing cold.

   "Y-you're so peaceful when you sleep, Alice, so quiet..." he whispered, getting down on his knees and resting his head on the bed beside you. As much as you wanted to see his face, you decided to keep your eyes closed, wondering what he'd say next. "I wonder what you're dreaming about..?" He added, tapping your arms with his fingers. "You must be so excited for Kenneth's arrival tomorrow...oh, how will I tell you..?" He muttered sadly, letting out a soft sigh. "Surely you'll understand... right?" He sighed again, lifting his hand off your arm. His voice was full of worry. Should you wake up now to comfort him? Or stay quiet with your eyes shut?

   Screw it, you thought, opening your eyes. Mr. Finger's face was merely an inch away from your's, his eyes were closed too. His hand now laid between you two on the bed, his fingers twitching every so often. He was so cute when he slept. You smiled a tiny smile, letting out a short, quiet giggle, somehow making Mr. Fingers wake up.

   "O-oh, Alice!" He exclaimed, sitting up straight with a grin. "I-I have news for...you..." he looked away nervously, "um, w-well, Kenneth can't make it tomorrow unfortunately, but," he glanced at you, then back away at the wall, "th-that just means more loganberry crumble for us..!" He smiled weakly, trying to sound happy.

   "Don't worry, Mr. Fingers, your company is good enough," he said, in his voice he made up for you. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "oh, stop it," he replied, smiling, rolling his eyes. He looked down at the floor, "Alice, m-may I lay in bed tonight? My back is rather sore..."

   You nodded and sat up, stepping out of his bed. He watched you with a confused look on his face, "where are you going off to?" He sat on his bed, patting the spot beside him,  "th-there's room for us both, I'd hate to make you sleep on the floor..." He looked at you with a concerned smile. He then flopped down backwards, laying horizontally on the bed. His long legs hung off the edge in a silly looking way.

   You chuckled and laid down beside him, your legs dangling off the side too.

   He put his hands on his stomach, "oh, how wonderful would it be to be outside now, watching the sky's beautiful white freckles," he said softly, staring up at the ceiling. "'Oh but Mr. Fingers, it's much too cold out tonight to do such a thing,' s-said Alice J-Jackson," he added, frowning, "you're very right... how unfortunate."

   The two of you were silent for a while; for a minute you thought he'd actually fallen asleep. Then you heard him snoring lightly- so he did fall asleep. You hadn't heard him snore before, and you weren't prepared to handle it- he was so cute. You smiled like a fool, closing your eyes as well.

   The both of you fell asleep together, with you listening to the wind blowing outside, and the soft snores from Mr. Fingers beside you.

   Tonight turned out better than you expected it to.
  

(Insert ending here I'm sorry lmao)