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“Nny” Meets “Mr. Fingahs”

By: Cam Fratus

    An average night, an average neighborhood, and an average day, for some… but while on this property, something lurks beneath the grass and beneath the pavement of these innocent streets. A house that looks like a Miskito flew into your eye, or like a stain that’s found on a wall that’s white, house number 777, belonging Johnny C., the homicidal maniac.

    Johnny is coming back from a nightly stroll that is becoming more frequent to him while listening to an old CD player playing things like Beethoven and Mozart. He creeks opens his door and walks towards the staircase a few feet before him when suddenly he paused after hearing a creek in the floor boards followed by a sound. A sound of breathing and a moment of jittery laughter. Alarmed, Johnny jerks around to face the corner. Standing within the corner he sees a strange silhouetted man with a bald head, and no nose with glowish yellow eyes and teeth looking like he was waiting for him.

    “Hello…”

    Johnny staggers back with his CD player falling out of hand and hitting the ground.

    “And who might you be, Mr. Candycane?” said the man slowly emerging from the darkened corner lifting his hands in a walking motion. His hand’s fingers were long and stringy like snakes and his skin was a pale green color.

    “What! Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house? How did you get in here? Did you just call me Mr. Candycane?”

    Johnny leaned forward frightening Mr. Fingers. He froze in fear as he heard the words fly from Johnny’s angered loins pulverizing his mind. Hearing his words over and over like an overwhelming echo. His pupils dilated as he saw Johnny now as a living nightmare, when observantly he spies a peculiar head of a bunny rabbit floating by the side of Johnny’s head and quickly calms down and lets out a small smirk.

    “Oh!.. Who is your floating friend there, Mr. Candycanes?”

    Mortified, Johnny stares at the intruder in pure astonishment.

    “You… You see him?”

    Johnny snatched the floating bunny head and brings it inches infront of Salad Fingers face. Salad Fingers recoils and hunches.

    “I shan’t clean the house again Mr. Cumberdale! I won’t this time! It’s not fair.”

    Peeking out from behind Salad Fingers, is a strange saltshaker like figure at about five feet tall and appeared from the darkness from within the corner. With small beady white eyes and a white button down shirt with no arms with a head at about the size of a watermelon. It came closer towards his predecessor.

    Johnny then swings two giant knives out of his knee high boots and stands in a ready combat position.

    “I don’t know who you are, or what you are, or what’s going on, but I just recently got my self together after a nice vacation. If I were you I would leave now while you have a running start.”

    Johnny’s face goes from a look of concern to a face of anger and manic depression with shadows and lines on his face like broken mirror.

    “If you’re in my head then I’ll do to you just like what I did to the others and vanquish you into a thousand pieces.”

    Johnny leaps towards him in terror.

    “Too late ! ! ”

    With knives shining in the moonlight salad fingers evades his strike leading the knives sling to the quiet lurking creature behind him cutting his head in half from one side of his mouth to the other. The top half of the head falls to the ground lying in front of Salad Fingers feet. Tears well up in his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

    “No!..”

    Johnny stands confused and paralyzed as the blood of this being was green and had the smell of a rotting corpse. Salad Fingers picks up the chopped piece of his head and stars deeply into its eyes and kisses it where its mouth used to be

    “You were… a good friend, Hubert Jason Cumberdale, but now it’s time to go back home.”

    Salad Fingers drops Hubert’s head and the walls to Johnny’s house drop to the ground blowing wind in different directions with bits of debris revealing an endless desert plane with an odd brown house standing off in the distance. The feeling in the air was dull and felt like it hurt your veins and heart just to breath, like a strange mixture of radioactive debris while having the taste of a dead deserted planet.

    Johnny looks around wild eyed looking for anything familiar while somehow feeling paranoid about being attacked by a demonic chiwawa dog, but there was nothing. Then there came a sound. Distant first, but slowly it began approaching with great loudness and vibration like a colony of giant ants.

    “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!? Did I die? AGAIN!? I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M GOING THIS OUT OF MY MIND!! Wait, what the fuck is that?”

    Then suddenly, lines upon lines of tall brown horses are seen stampeding twards them from all sides. Johnny looks back at Salad fingers and notices that he’s now somehow wearing a top hat made of rotting human flesh just standing calmly while smiling and waving. Johnny then relaxes while the coming the stampeding approaches.

    “Hey, cool hat!”

    Salad Fingers nodes and giggles “Hehe!.. Oh, thank you. I made it… umm, just the other day! On… a spring’s morning… eating crumpets and tea… with an abneral’s pie at shore leav..”

    Johnny stands confused as a horse plows him from behind trampling him.

    “Horace! What are you doing here!? Get out! Leave my house alone!” said Salad Fingers throwing his hat around. The horses were running and neighing franticly.

    “ACKKGGH!! FUCK THIS!” said Johnny

    Then another sound emerged. It seemed to have come from nowhere… a large pounding noise like somebody was slamming their foot on a door in a long hall way. The horses stopped abruptly and listened while Salad Fingers looked toward his house with a paranoid look on his face.

    “What, what is that?” Said Mr. Fingers

    Then, just as abruptly as the sound came, a huge explosion of dirt and wood came from underneath the brown house in the distance sending it flying through the air and crashing down into a giant whirling cloud of dust. Emerging from the dust and smoke were long long tentacles with horrifying jaws and screaming faces with multiple jointed arms with horrified and jagged features.

    “Oh my god, it’s Moose… Run! JUST RUNN!!” Johnny gets up from underneath a dead horse by cutting through it like hedge trimmers and runs off in an insane panic. As he’s running he’s he sees something quirt peculiar. It seemed that the fabric of space and time are begin to collapse around them causing everything to fade into a black abyss like what happened to his home when Moose appeared once before. Suddenly Salad Fingers zooms by on a horse at top speed oblivious to the coming doom surrounding him.

    “Just like the big races Horses, we’re still counting on you to win Horace!”

    Quickly, Johnny jumps and grabs hold to Salad Fingers leg and pulls him off the horse causing them both to fall off and roll toward a edge leading into infinite nothingness as the horse runs off and plummets to into the infinite blackness.

    “YOU GOT ME HEAR YOU BALD FUCK! NOW GET ME THE FUCK OUT!!”

    “I can’t, it’s not my turn! It’s not my turn! My Horace Cumberdale!”

    “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?”

    Johnny shakes Salad Fingers vigorously kicking and yelling to his face on the ground with the creature Moose approaching.

    “AHHGH! HERE I GO!!- AHH!!”

    Johnny then falls off the edge and plummets into the dark oblivion leaving Salad Fingers behind him and falls into a front flip into the confines of his old house’s floorboards with the creekyness and nail beds.

    “What the fuck!?”

     Johnny looks in back of him to see a swirling portal with dust and sounds of falling and crying horses and pieces of falling wreckage.

    “Ah..Ah!”

    Salad Fingers suddenly painfully lunges his upper body into and through the portal with his arms flailing out of control flicking Johnny in the eyes constantly with ones of his eye balls bloodshot red with one side of his head hideously bleeding from horrible head trauma.

    “Oh no, Get back! This is my world not yours MINE!!!”

    Johnny goes to the portal and pushes Salad Fingers back with his hands as Mr. Fingers grabs on to his with crushing force.

    “Ah FUCK you BASTARD!”

    The portal is becoming smaller and smaller as the two both struggle with tentacles now approaching through the portal wrapping around Johnny and Salad Finger’s necks and armpits.

    “Your world….. SUCKS!”

    Johnny forces out his hand and impales Salad fingers with his long blade into his stomach

    “WAGH!”

    Salad Fingers then Chomps onto Johnny’s head sinking his teeth in like a dinosaur squirting blood from between his teeth with the portal now holding Mr. Finger’s arms and head panicking and riving and SUDDENLY swishes shut, letting go of Johnny’s head only to leave a single twitching green bleeding finger bouncing on the floor and slowly goes limp and stops. Johnny falls to the floor with half of his head bleeding and his body trampled from the horses and the cuts from Moose’s sharp tentacles. The last thing Johnny could hear from the other side within the portal was Mr. One finger less yelling in pleasure, saying:

    “OOHhh..YES. Yes…. I like it... When, the red Water… Comes out...”

    *Riiipp!!*

    The End.

    (Original Concepts are done by Jhonen Vasquez and David Firth) look up salad fingers and read the JTHM comics!

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“Nny” Meets “Mr. Fingahs”

By: Cam Fratus

    An average night, an average neighborhood, and an average day, for some… but while on this property, something lurks beneath the grass and beneath the pavement of these innocent streets. A house that looks like a Miskito flew into your eye, or like a stain that’s found on a wall that’s white, house number 777, belonging Johnny C., the homicidal maniac.

    Johnny is coming back from a nightly stroll that is becoming more frequent to him while listening to an old CD player playing things like Beethoven and Mozart. He creeks opens his door and walks towards the staircase a few feet before him when suddenly he paused after hearing a creek in the floor boards followed by a sound. A sound of breathing and a moment of jittery laughter. Alarmed, Johnny jerks around to face the corner. Standing within the corner he sees a strange silhouetted man with a bald head, and no nose with glowish yellow eyes and teeth looking like he was waiting for him.

    “Hello…”

    Johnny staggers back with his CD player falling out of hand and hitting the ground.

    “And who might you be, Mr. Candycane?” said the man slowly emerging from the darkened corner lifting his hands in a walking motion. His hand’s fingers were long and stringy like snakes and his skin was a pale green color.

    “What! Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house? How did you get in here? Did you just call me Mr. Candycane?”

    Johnny leaned forward frightening Mr. Fingers. He froze in fear as he heard the words fly from Johnny’s angered loins pulverizing his mind. Hearing his words over and over like an overwhelming echo. His pupils dilated as he saw Johnny now as a living nightmare, when observantly he spies a peculiar head of a bunny rabbit floating by the side of Johnny’s head and quickly calms down and lets out a small smirk.

    “Oh!.. Who is your floating friend there, Mr. Candycanes?”

    Mortified, Johnny stares at the intruder in pure astonishment.

    “You… You see him?”

    Johnny snatched the floating bunny head and brings it inches infront of Salad Fingers face. Salad Fingers recoils and hunches.

    “I shan’t clean the house again Mr. Cumberdale! I won’t this time! It’s not fair.”

    Peeking out from behind Salad Fingers, is a strange saltshaker like figure at about five feet tall and appeared from the darkness from within the corner. With small beady white eyes and a white button down shirt with no arms with a head at about the size of a watermelon. It came closer towards his predecessor.

    Johnny then swings two giant knives out of his knee high boots and stands in a ready combat position.

    “I don’t know who you are, or what you are, or what’s going on, but I just recently got my self together after a nice vacation. If I were you I would leave now while you have a running start.”

    Johnny’s face goes from a look of concern to a face of anger and manic depression with shadows and lines on his face like broken mirror.

    “If you’re in my head then I’ll do to you just like what I did to the others and vanquish you into a thousand pieces.”

    Johnny leaps towards him in terror.

    “Too late ! ! ”

    With knives shining in the moonlight salad fingers evades his strike leading the knives sling to the quiet lurking creature behind him cutting his head in half from one side of his mouth to the other. The top half of the head falls to the ground lying in front of Salad Fingers feet. Tears well up in his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

    “No!..”

    Johnny stands confused and paralyzed as the blood of this being was green and had the smell of a rotting corpse. Salad Fingers picks up the chopped piece of his head and stars deeply into its eyes and kisses it where its mouth used to be

    “You were… a good friend, Hubert Jason Cumberdale, but now it’s time to go back home.”

    Salad Fingers drops Hubert’s head and the walls to Johnny’s house drop to the ground blowing wind in different directions with bits of debris revealing an endless desert plane with an odd brown house standing off in the distance. The feeling in the air was dull and felt like it hurt your veins and heart just to breath, like a strange mixture of radioactive debris while having the taste of a dead deserted planet.

    Johnny looks around wild eyed looking for anything familiar while somehow feeling paranoid about being attacked by a demonic chiwawa dog, but there was nothing. Then there came a sound. Distant first, but slowly it began approaching with great loudness and vibration like a colony of giant ants.

    “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!? Did I die? AGAIN!? I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M GOING THIS OUT OF MY MIND!! Wait, what the fuck is that?”

    Then suddenly, lines upon lines of tall brown horses are seen stampeding twards them from all sides. Johnny looks back at Salad fingers and notices that he’s now somehow wearing a top hat made of rotting human flesh just standing calmly while smiling and waving. Johnny then relaxes while the coming the stampeding approaches.

    “Hey, cool hat!”

    Salad Fingers nodes and giggles “Hehe!.. Oh, thank you. I made it… umm, just the other day! On… a spring’s morning… eating crumpets and tea… with an abneral’s pie at shore leav..”

    Johnny stands confused as a horse plows him from behind trampling him.

    “Horace! What are you doing here!? Get out! Leave my house alone!” said Salad Fingers throwing his hat around. The horses were running and neighing franticly.

    “ACKKGGH!! FUCK THIS!” said Johnny

    Then another sound emerged. It seemed to have come from nowhere… a large pounding noise like somebody was slamming their foot on a door in a long hall way. The horses stopped abruptly and listened while Salad Fingers looked toward his house with a paranoid look on his face.

    “What, what is that?” Said Mr. Fingers

    Then, just as abruptly as the sound came, a huge explosion of dirt and wood came from underneath the brown house in the distance sending it flying through the air and crashing down into a giant whirling cloud of dust. Emerging from the dust and smoke were long long tentacles with horrifying jaws and screaming faces with multiple jointed arms with horrified and jagged features.

    “Oh my god, it’s Moose… Run! JUST RUNN!!” Johnny gets up from underneath a dead horse by cutting through it like hedge trimmers and runs off in an insane panic. As he’s running he’s he sees something quirt peculiar. It seemed that the fabric of space and time are begin to collapse around them causing everything to fade into a black abyss like what happened to his home when Moose appeared once before. Suddenly Salad Fingers zooms by on a horse at top speed oblivious to the coming doom surrounding him.

    “Just like the big races Horses, we’re still counting on you to win Horace!”

    Quickly, Johnny jumps and grabs hold to Salad Fingers leg and pulls him off the horse causing them both to fall off and roll toward a edge leading into infinite nothingness as the horse runs off and plummets to into the infinite blackness.

    “YOU GOT ME HEAR YOU BALD FUCK! NOW GET ME THE FUCK OUT!!”

    “I can’t, it’s not my turn! It’s not my turn! My Horace Cumberdale!”

    “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?”

    Johnny shakes Salad Fingers vigorously kicking and yelling to his face on the ground with the creature Moose approaching.

    “AHHGH! HERE I GO!!- AHH!!”

    Johnny then falls off the edge and plummets into the dark oblivion leaving Salad Fingers behind him and falls into a front flip into the confines of his old house’s floorboards with the creekyness and nail beds.

    “What the fuck!?”

     Johnny looks in back of him to see a swirling portal with dust and sounds of falling and crying horses and pieces of falling wreckage.

    “Ah..Ah!”

    Salad Fingers suddenly painfully lunges his upper body into and through the portal with his arms flailing out of control flicking Johnny in the eyes constantly with ones of his eye balls bloodshot red with one side of his head hideously bleeding from horrible head trauma.

    “Oh no, Get back! This is my world not yours MINE!!!”

    Johnny goes to the portal and pushes Salad Fingers back with his hands as Mr. Fingers grabs on to his with crushing force.

    “Ah FUCK you BASTARD!”

    The portal is becoming smaller and smaller as the two both struggle with tentacles now approaching through the portal wrapping around Johnny and Salad Finger’s necks and armpits.

    “Your world….. SUCKS!”

    Johnny forces out his hand and impales Salad fingers with his long blade into his stomach

    “WAGH!”

    Salad Fingers then Chomps onto Johnny’s head sinking his teeth in like a dinosaur squirting blood from between his teeth with the portal now holding Mr. Finger’s arms and head panicking and riving and SUDDENLY swishes shut, letting go of Johnny’s head only to leave a single twitching green bleeding finger bouncing on the floor and slowly goes limp and stops. Johnny falls to the floor with half of his head bleeding and his body trampled from the horses and the cuts from Moose’s sharp tentacles. The last thing Johnny could hear from the other side within the portal was Mr. One finger less yelling in pleasure, saying:

    “OOHhh..YES. Yes…. I like it... When, the red Water… Comes out...”

    *Riiipp!!*

    The End.

    (Original Concepts are done by Jhonen Vasquez and David Firth) look up salad fingers and read the JTHM comics!