The Next Day~
Mr.Salt was driving Veruca to school in their beautiful black limo. Veruca was dressed up in her school clothes while her Dad was focusing his eyes on the road. Veruca still didn't want her Dad to know she's been playing with Tattletail. She kind of wanted to tell him what's been going on.
"Daddy.",began Veruca.
Mr.Salt lifted one eyebrow up by the sound of Veruca's voice,
"Yes?",he asked.
He was curious to hear what his daughter had to say.
"W-when you were growing up, did your toys behave strangely?",asked Veruca.
Mr.Salt was silent. He could not have believed that Veruca would ask him a question like that. His obsession throughout his life was his bad memories of his childhood. His mother died from cancer. His father blamed his mother's death on him. Mr.Salt was physically and emotionally abused. He had not wanted his daughter to grow up and have feelings like that. He promised to himself he would do better then his own father did.
"Oh Veruca, when I was your age, I never really celebrated Christmas as you did. When I was growing up, I wish I had a answer but I couldn't..." ,shared Mr.Salt. He continued focused on driving Veruca silently but she could tell by the look on her father that he felt saddened amd that made her feel bad for him.
The moment where they stopped infront of the school Veruca stepped out of the limo and into the school with no question whatsoever why Tattletail is acting strangely.