I do not own Blue's Clues.
"Blue.. Blue, wake up, please!" Blue was jolted awake in an instant. She had just been having the most horrible dream. It was of something she knew in her heart, that she could never do. She looked up to see who had awoken her. It was Mailbox. It must have been at least three in the afternoon. His normally calm voice was shaken with fear.
"What is it, Malie?" Blue asked, wiping sleep from her eyes.
"It's.. It's St-Steve! He's.. Dead." It took him a few times to complete his sentence. He was shaking so hard that most of his sentence was drowned out by the mail knocking from side to side inside of him.
Blue felt a drop in her stomach. Was it true? Wasn't it only a dream? Would she be caught? She had to hide this. Make up a story and stick to it.. No one saw her. They couldn't prove anything.. No.. It was perfect. Blue had to set her best performance. She gasped, and widened her eyes in sadness.
"No! Where is he, why, how? Please, Malie, tell me!" She started sobbing relentlessly, and shaking as if she had just been plunged in below-zero water.
"He's not here.. They took him.. They said they were going to find his cause of death.. They.. They said it looked like he smothered himself in his sleep.. They.. They just aren't sure! What are we going to do!" Blue noticed for the first time that his voice was unbearable. She tuned his voice out. That was better. Why couldn't he just be happy? Blue had to get away from him. She became overcome with the urge to chop him down.. That would be nice.. He had such an annoying voice… She would never have to hear it again… Hmm.. Maybe she shou- Wait, no no no no. No. You just can't do that! No no no! Blue started furiously shaking her head, trying to make the voices telling her to kill him to quiet themselves. She hadn't killed Steve.. He, he smothered himself.. That's right.. It was a dream..
"Blue, are you listening to me?" Blue snapped back to reality when hearing Mailbox say this.
"Err.. Yeah.. Sorry, I just, I need to lie down.. Let it sink in.. I'm sorry.." Blue got up, and walked away before Mailbox could utter one more repulsive word.
Once outside of Steve's bedroom, Blue noticed that there was a lot of commotion going on in the house. Apparently the death of Steve had been big news to them. Blue just didn't want to think about it. She ignored everyone that tried to ask her about it.
"B-B-Blue.. Honey.. Come over here a second." Blue looked and saw Pepper on the kitchen counter. She looked at Blue with a particular look on her face. She was trying to mask her fear. But why?
"Yes?" Blue looked at her with a look of annoyance on her face. Possibly now Pepper will just tell her it was no big deal, and she should go lay down.
"Well, uhh. Paprika just told me the silliest thing! Salt and I have talked about it, and we decided it was just flat out ridiculous!" She had a large, obviously fake smile on her face, and she mumbled a nervous laugh. Lying definitely wasn't her strong point.
Blue thought for a second. What could Paprika tell Salt and Pepper that had made them, dare I say, that scared of her? Blue asked Pepper what Paprika said, while still trying to think of what Paprika could of saw.
"Ohh, never mind Sweetheart.. Maybe you should lie down, you look tired." Pepper gave her another fake smile, and half-ran back to her spot on the counter.
Blue walked into the backroom, were it was quiet and warm. Blue was feeling tired. She had always liked sleep.. It had just been better than usual lately. She could escape. Even though she slept through the night last night, she was still pretty tired today.. Maybe sleep wasn't that bad of an idea. Blue laid down, and silently drifted to sleep, and forgot all about whatever Pepper had meant.
About six hours later, the other Blue awoken. It was nightfall. About ten at night. Anyone who knew Blue well would of known something was wrong with her. Her normally sweet and calm expression was twisted into an evil smile. She stretched out, and decided what to do. Something had to be done about Paprika. The one witness. While she was sleeping, she had heard Blue. Her other half had been talking to Pepper. It seems Paprika has spilled her secret. Now, just how to dispose of her. But, why rush to it? I mean, she COULD have a little fun. Something her other half never let her have. The most life she was ever granted was yelling at Blue. That little voice inside her head had a body now. She was far too weak to rule it on her own, so she still needed Blue. But, she was getting stronger.
The house was silent. Steve used to make sure everyone was in bed by 8:30. Even though he was gone, she knew that the house would still play by his rules. Blue decided that she would have to rid Paprika of the ones she loved most. I mean, if she had just killed her point blank, what would she learn? Paprika should have to mope over losing loved ones because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Someone had to go.
Blue walked silently into the kitchen. She saw Pepper, clutching Paprika, on the counter. They were fast asleep. Salt apparently had decided to keep guard. Too bad he couldn't stay awake. Blue stood on her hind legs, and grabbed Salt, clutching him in her powerful jaws. He had of course, woken, but, do to the circumstances he was in, couldn't talk, let alone move, without experiencing more pain.
With a sharp swing of her neck, Blue let Salt go. He flew across the kitchen and slammed against the drawer. It had knocked him out cold. Blue laughed, under her breath. She heard Pepper stir in her sleep.
Salt had deep cracks in his glass. Blue knew that if it shattered and his salt fell out, he would be no more. She cleverly decapitated him by unscrewing his head. It was extremely grotesque. Or, it would be, at least to Paprika. Blue held salt's limp body and head in her mouth, and walked to were Pepper was clutching Paprika, deep asleep. Blue stood on her hind legs, and grabbed Pepper. Before Pepper could say a word, Blue had already decapitated her. Feeling a wave of creativity, Blue screwed Pepper's head on Salt's dead body, and vice versa. She laid their mutilated corpses to either side of Paprika. What a wonderful family picture it was.
Blue walked back to the backroom. She heard the real Blue, trying to talk to her. It was but a faint whisper in her head. The real Blue sounded like she was crying, and asked in a tearful whisper what the name was of the one controlling her body. After a moments though, and a sly smile, the other Blue replied with one world.
"Red."