Two months later..

It's been awhile living with salad fingers, though, you always saw yourself as a guest. A visitor. You didn't plan to leave anytime soon, but you still had the uplifting feeling like you were. Salad was working outside as you sat in his chair nested to the broken radio. The door opened, and you quickly looked to at it. "(Y/N)? Might you take a bath? You fell asleep before you could take one last evening." He asked. "Oh, Uhm sure." You said. Salad tells you to bathe every other day. He'd put you in the bathroom with a towel, though there's no running water.

You jumped to your feet and went into the bathroom. You sat on the chipped and dirty ground and reach for a pencil in the corner of the small room. Since you had to be in here for abit, you'd use that time for creativity. You looked at the wall and viewed previous sketches you created. One of you and salad, another of Hubert, then... you saw one you had no memory making.

Hmmmmm... you said, stroking the drawing. It looked like a stick figure laying on the ground. It's arm on his torso. A stick figure next to it had a long stick in its hand. "Strange..." you said to yourself, examining the art, "(y/N)?" The unexpected voice made You jump. "I hate to interrupt you whilst your bath, but you have a visitor." A What?

"A visitor?" You replied back. "Mmmmmmm" he replied. You quickly got up and opened the door. "Well, that was mighty quick." He said. "Where are they?"You asked him. "Right outside. "you we're guessing it was one of salads puppets, but you went out anyways.

You froze in shock.

A tall man in a cameo suit stood beyond you. A helicopter behind him.

"Dad?"