Part two!
You had recently found an old cassette tape out when you and Salad were walking in the wasteland.
And to your luck, it looked to be in tact.
As you both went back home, you both were wondering what sound be on the
Salad excitedly put it in the player that was built into your face, and pressed play.
And in a almost grainy, yet almost clear as day, there the music played.
It was a woman's voice singing in a different language that you or Salad didn't understand.
"A rather good find, isn't it (y/n)?" Salad asked, in a delighted tone.
You nodded also joyfully.
It's a great thing you two went out, or you wouldn't have found this to break the constant flow of static.
"It just fills this old shack with color.
And without you, (y/n). We wouldn't be sharing this moment together." He caressed your brass speakers.
"I love you,(y/n)." He whispered, and smiled.
It was your reaction that you rested your hand on his. Quite so.
He and you sat together in the dark, until the cassette had faded out and it finished playing.
YOU ARE READING
SALAD FINGERS ONESHOTS! (Requests Closed)
Fanfictionthe only character i will care to do write requests for is the main charcter x you. unless i find exceptions there isn't really any ships for this fandom. some say other wise. cover art by Hoshikagami on Deviantart
