This small idea wandered into my mind after watching this show over out of boredom (Yes, I need a life. ._.). Truthfully, I always wondered about this, and I finally decided to put it into words... Enjoy.
In a small cabinet, a certain talking salt shaker covered his ears as muffled cries were heard throughout the house everyone once called 'a happy home.' He sighed softly as he closed his eyes, knowing exactly what was going on...
Joe was raping Blue again.
That bastard... he was the one who caused their residence to become depressing, and painful. What was truly saddening was that he wasn't even the real owner of the house. He was the owner's brother... Steve's.
Steve had left for college a few years ago, and left this monster to look after us. At first... he seemed so kind, and gentle... just like Steve...
But then we found out that Joe was a alcoholic.
That's when our entire lives literally crumbled before our very eyes... Joe would often have fits when he was drunk, and he'd take it out on poor Blue...
Blue... Oh, Blue... She was such an energetic, care-free dog before Joe came. Now... that spark in her eyes had long since vanished, and she would often cry herself to sleep at night. She was thinner than before, and she was covered in scars... Reminders of Joe's little 'outbreaks.'
Mrs. Pepper and He... well, they had been forgotten. No one came to the cabinets anymore, besides Blue, when she needed to hide from Joe. In fact, no one dared to go near the house anymore. Periwinkle was the last to come, desperately wishing to help Joe change his ways, and... and...
He...
killed...
him...
The body was found the next morning, beheaded. That point was when Shovel and Pale ran away, along with Mailbox. Even my own wife and kid left, just today...
It was only Blue, Joe and he that remained. However... the horror didn't end there.
...
(Mr. Salt's POV)
Today, I confronted Joe for the first time after he finished with Blue, wishing to stop his ways, in a way where everyone else had failed. I was angry, and I sought revenge... I told him how much I hated him... How Steve would be ashamed... How he had caused my friends and family pain.
To my astonishment... he laughed.
"Yes..." He said very quietly, raising his hands up to his face. He grabbed something and pulled it down with his head down, confusing me for a moment. However, when he lifted it... I was horrified.
"No... " I muttered quietly, taking a step back. "N-no...!"
I hadn't even realised that Blue was in the room... not until I heard her cry out in alarm.
Joe... Steve...
They were the same person.
All those years... all that time we had been wishing for Steve to come back... He was right in front of us. He had never left... I could only stare in horror as he grabbed me, paralyzed by fear...
I knew what he was doing... He was going to crush me alive. I stared aimlessly into the eyes of the man I once knew, a single tear escaping from my eye as he closed down on me, and I broke into a million pieces...
"Salt...! No... Please!"
I'm sorry Blue... everyone... and... Even you, Steve... for you forever will be my friend, even as Joe ... but... I can't help but think... Why you changed...
Wh...
W...h...y...
In a small cabinet, a certain talking salt shaker covered his ears as muffled cries were heard throughout the house everyone once called 'a happy home.' He sighed softly as he closed his eyes, knowing exactly what was going on...
Joe was raping Blue again.
That bastard... he was the one who caused their residence to become depressing, and painful. What was truly saddening was that he wasn't even the real owner of the house. He was the owner's brother... Steve's.
Steve had left for college a few years ago, and left this monster to look after us. At first... he seemed so kind, and gentle... just like Steve...
But then we found out that Joe was a alcoholic.
That's when our entire lives literally crumbled before our very eyes... Joe would often have fits when he was drunk, and he'd take it out on poor Blue...
Blue... Oh, Blue... She was such an energetic, care-free dog before Joe came. Now... that spark in her eyes had long since vanished, and she would often cry herself to sleep at night. She was thinner than before, and she was covered in scars... Reminders of Joe's little 'outbreaks.'
Mrs. Pepper and He... well, they had been forgotten. No one came to the cabinets anymore, besides Blue, when she needed to hide from Joe. In fact, no one dared to go near the house anymore. Periwinkle was the last to come, desperately wishing to help Joe change his ways, and... and...
He...
killed...
him...
The body was found the next morning, beheaded. That point was when Shovel and Pale ran away, along with Mailbox. Even my own wife and kid left, just today...
It was only Blue, Joe and he that remained. However... the horror didn't end there.
...
(Mr. Salt's POV)
Today, I confronted Joe for the first time after he finished with Blue, wishing to stop his ways, in a way where everyone else had failed. I was angry, and I sought revenge... I told him how much I hated him... How Steve would be ashamed... How he had caused my friends and family pain.
To my astonishment... he laughed.
"Yes..." He said very quietly, raising his hands up to his face. He grabbed something and pulled it down with his head down, confusing me for a moment. However, when he lifted it... I was horrified.
"No... " I muttered quietly, taking a step back. "N-no...!"
I hadn't even realised that Blue was in the room... not until I heard her cry out in alarm.
Joe... Steve...
They were the same person.
All those years... all that time we had been wishing for Steve to come back... He was right in front of us. He had never left... I could only stare in horror as he grabbed me, paralyzed by fear...
I knew what he was doing... He was going to crush me alive. I stared aimlessly into the eyes of the man I once knew, a single tear escaping from my eye as he closed down on me, and I broke into a million pieces...
"Salt...! No... Please!"
I'm sorry Blue... everyone... and... Even you, Steve... for you forever will be my friend, even as Joe ... but... I can't help but think... Why you changed...
Wh...
W...h...y...
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