#dr finklestein

Note: Mrs. Finkelstein is what I think the person who toke Sally’s place as Dr. Finkelstein’s caretaker at the end of the movie.

Hoping to wake up at a hospital, Izuku didn’t understand where he was. Luckily, there are people here to help him.

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Warnings: Confused baby, like really confused, help him

Word Count: 984

The last thing Izuku Midoriya remembered was the searing pain as the knife opened up his chest. He must have fainted from the pain. The Pro Heroes must have found him! If he was still alive –

Izuku opened his eyes but instead of the clean white ceiling of a hospital, Izuku saw a grimy stone grey ceiling. The only light in the room was coming from the window – which was sunlight! The window had some metal bars (that were comically spread apart) in it. Looking away from the window, Izuku looked to the large metal door that was shut tight.

At first, Izuku thought he was trapped until he saw the home cooked meal with a letter. The meal … kinda looked like food but … not the right colors or anything that Izuku thinks that is Japanese. The meal was made of what looked to be toxic green eggs, orange bacon and black pancakes.

The letter was made of broken Japanese but Izuku could at least make out what it was trying to say. It was from a woman named Sally (she also made his food).

Sally’s letter was telling him that her father had done surgery on him and he was in her old room. Her father (Dr. Finkelstein was his name) had him here to keep an eye on Izuku. Sally, her father, or her step mother would cheek on Izuku every hour. The letter also apologized for the bad Japanese as it had been a long time sense she had written in it.

Izuku liked Sally just from the letter alone. She reminded him of his mother. The letter didn’t mention anything about his mother but hopefully the people here would get him back to her. Izuku didn’t want to waste Sally’s home cooked meal so he took a small bite.

It wasn’t like anything he had tasted. It wasn’t bad, oh no, far from that. It also wasn’t like his mom’s cooking yet he still would love to eat more. It most certainly nothing like katsudon, but, Sally’s meal was scarfed down within minutes of the first bite.

Izuku placed the plate back on the bedside table just as the metal door opened up. Coming in was a woman with blue skin (that was stitched together), bright red hair, and a dress made up of patched work fabrics.

“Oh, you’re awake.” The woman spoke with accented Japanese, “Hello there. I am Sally Skellington.”

“Hello Skellington – san,” Izuku greeted. This was Sally from the letter and the one who made his meal. “I am Izuku Midoriya. Thank you for the food and taking care of me.”

“Please call me Sally and you’re welcome.” Sally smiled sweetly at Izuku. It reminded the boy of his mother.

“Sally! How is the boy?” An older male voice called out followed by the sound of an electronic wheelchair coming close.

“He’s awake, Father!” Oh! Sally’s father was in a wheelchair! Sally’s father wheeled himself in, followed by a woman who looked somewhat similar to Sally’s father. Was that her aunt?

“Jack is coming in an hour dear. He had to go see the Mayor.” Sally’s maybe aunt told the blue skinned woman. Sally thanked the ash white woman before leaving the room.

“Who’s Jack … um … if you don’t mind me asking.” Izuku asked the older woman as Sally’s father used doctor items on him.

“No need to be shy dear. Jack is Sally’s husband and the Pumpkin King of Halloween Town.”

“Pumpkin King? Halloween Town?”

“Yes, yes. What do you know about Halloween child?”

“Um … It is a Western holiday and you get free candy?” Both of the elderly folk gave a hearty laugh before Sally’s father spoke.

“You have some of it right. Much like the Obon Festival you have in Japan, Halloween is a time for the spirits that have long ago, good and bad, passed to return to the mortal world.”

“However, as the years went on, the holiday evolved to the trick or treating and scaring holiday that it is today. Here in Halloween Town, we are keeping the Halloween Spirit alive and in charge of making sure Halloween is a success every year.”

“Really!? That sounds like a lot of work!” Izuku’s eyes widen as Sally’s father nodded.

“Yes and the Pumpkin King is the leader of us all. Whoever represents the Halloween Spirit the most is crowned the Pumpkin King. Jack has been said king for many years.” Sally’s maybe aunt further explained as Sally’s father wrote somethings down.

“Wow! You all must have some cool quirks.”

“Oh dear, we have been around before quirks.” Izuku’s brain stopped at that. Before quirk? That would be over 100 years ago! No one could live that long … right? “Dear, I think I short circuited the boy’s brain.”

“Let the news run its course. If he hasn’t broken out of it by the time Jack gets here, we can give him a small zap.”

“Um … how old are you?”

“Oh! A few thousand years old. Sally is a little older than me. Dear, do you remember how old you are?”

“At least two thousand years old. Haven’t really been keeping track.”

“How are you that old? No human could live that long?!” Izuku asked. He was genuinely confused about this! Izuku was only five years old! What was going on? The sound of Sally and another person was getting closer.

“Jack, make sure to be patient with him. The boy did just wake up.”

“Of course Sally! I just want to him. If he is up to it, Demon can visit.” A new male voice, this one was more like a young to middle aged adult, made himself known, “Ah! Hello there my boy!”

Izuku’s brain did the record scratch sound as a really tall skeleton in a black and white pin striped suit walked in.

Alright, seems like I’m falling back to my teenage years, but now people are encouraging me with good feedback. So here’s some themes buzzing in my head. A friendship that morphed into romance (my heancanon of friends-to-lovers dynamic), those bunch of kids I don’t want give personalities to and again jokes about habits of little rag witch in time after confession. But I think Jack knew this and would be immune because as a dead man he needs something much more serious to be killed with. Like lava.

I like both concepts of Doc worrying about Sally (afraid of her being left by a bit frivolous king) and Doc NOT worrying about Jack gaining such naughty girlfriend (this pure pain in ass is now all his while his own new handmade wife can finally be called a perfection).