"Dagnabbit." Fiddleford mumbled to himself. He struggled to carry his bags as he walked through the hallway. "Fiddleford try not sound too southern." He thought to himself. He made to the room he was assigned to. "Okay, just your mouth shut and don't say anything." He took a deep breathe and opened the door to reveal a room full of...books.
Ford turned when he heard the stranger walk in his room. "Can I help you?"
"Dangit, I should have knocked." Fiddleford put his stuff down and introduced himself. "My n-name is Fiddleford, I will be your...roommate."
"My name is Stanford, but you can call me Ford...do you need help with that?"
Fiddelford struggled to put his stuff down, he tried to put one of his boxes on the ground but then a stack of books fell on Fiddleford, causing him to fall and have books land on his head. "Aww, dad-blast-it. Fiddleford mumbled.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Ford tried to grab Fiddleford's hand to help him up.
"Th-Thanks...I look so darn stupid." Fiddleford cursed himself for being so clumsy.
"N-No, I shouldn't have left those books there." Ford quickly put his hands in his pocket so that Fiddleford couldn't see his 12 hands.
Fiddleford arranged his stuff. After that, he relaxed. He pulled out his banjo and played a simple little tune. He started to hum the tune. Ford was in the restroom.
"Is that a radio I hear?" Ford asked while his ear was glued to the door.
"No, it's my banjo...I'm sorry do you want me to stop?"
"No, no! I mean, you can play all you want. I think you got a talent." Ford walked out the bathroom and sat on his bed. "So...Where did you come from?"
"I'm not sure you wanna know that information."
"I won't judge." Ford sat right next him.
"I grew up in a farm in Tennessee."
"I came from New Jersey."
They asked each other questions and learned a lot about each other. Ford was surprised that Fiddleford didn't notice his 12 fingers.
"W-Wait a minute what time is it?!" Ford asked.
"Dad-blast-it. Classes are about to start." The both of them ran through the halls and went to class.
After some classes it was lunch time. They were allowed to eat outside. Ford found Fiddleford eating under a tree with his banjo next to him. Ford sat next to him. While Ford was eating his sandwich Fiddleford noticed something off with Ford's hands. He looked closer and was shocked to see 6 fingers on both hands.
"Woah! You have 12 fingers!" Fidds grabbed Ford's hand to observe it.
Ford wanted to pull his hand away but he didn't want to be rude. "I know...I'm a freak."
"A...freak? No, you're unique."
"R-Really?"
"Of course, you're just different not a freak."
Fidds is a very sweet southern guy who can also be very emotional sometimes. He lived on a poor farm but he grew up to be a genius. People thought he was dumb or unintelligent because he was poor and southern. He was also bullied his whole life.
