Blue’s Clues Horror
Prompt: A Blue’s Clues episode but a horror murder mystery. Steve is his eager, enthusiastic self, and is the only character who isn’t horrified by what’s going on.
Entry: “Okie dokie! Come on in! Let’s see what we have here,” Steve ushers you under the police tape. DO NOT CROSS flashes before your eyes as you duck and step forward.
It is a cool, quiet night, completely at odds with the scene inside the house. Steve stands up straight, hands on hips, bright eyes surveying the living room you now find yourself in. His beagle, Blue, sniffs the perimeter, her unusual black coat shining in the overhead light’s gleam.
The room is in disarray. You see with a numb shock what appears to be a hand laying in the doorway to the kitchen. You are grateful you can’t see the rest of the body, given that this person died a horrifically violent death if the living room is any indication.
Blood pools in glistening puddles on the carpet. An armchair rests on it’s side, as if pulled from position in a hasty get away. You notice drops of blood on the delicate flowered wallpaper. It’s difficult to breathe in here.
Steve claps his hands and rubs them together briskly.
“Right! We have to solve this mystery before the police return to continue the investigation. Or before that guard wakes up from his unscheduled nap,” he winks at you, bobbing up and down on the balls of his feet.
Blue gives a soft woof and trots up to you, carrying a knife gingerly in her muzzle.
“Whatcha got there Blue? Is that a clue?” Steve peers over your shoulder to see, then reaches down to take the hilt of the knife. It shines in the light, a reddish brown stain on the handle.
Steve turns it over, humming something that sounds like ‘another blue’s clues day, hooray!”
“This is great, Blue! What do you think it means?” He says to her.
“What do you think it means?” He asks, turning to you and holding up the knife. He waits patiently while Blue wags her tail behind him.
“I think we should get the hell out of here. And I think I need to stop answering your fucking phone calls,” you say, turning toward the door to leave. Your stomach churns as you catch the scent of the victim laying on the kitchen floor. As you reach for the door, Blue barks and bounds over to your feet.
“A second clue? Wow! Great job, Blue!” Steve expounds behind you. You reach down and pull a scrap of torn and bloodied fabric from under your left shoe.
“This doesn’t match what she’s wearing,” Steve says, screwing up his face in concentration and holding the scrap up to his face.
“Wow Blue! Two clues! Can you find a third?” He asks you, a manic gleam now showing in his eyes.
You glance quickly at him, then at the door, wondering if Steve would follow if you made a break for it. You’re about to make your move when Steve whips a letter out of his back pocket.
“How about we take a break to learn more about this case? We could read her mail, it never fails!” Blue wags her tail expectantly.
Steve lets out a shrill wail of “MAIL” and then, remembering the unconscious guard outside, giggles and shushes you.
You’ve had enough. You step outside into the dark street and take a long cleansing breath… when you are suddenly jerked backward, falling to your back on the living room floor. You hit your head hard and, as you lose consciousness, you hear Steve say to Blue “let’s drag him in here next to where she is. That’s perfect! This can be our third clue, Blue! Great work! We’ve set up a good one this time!”
I have literally no idea. Yeah. I did what I could with that prompt lmao.
