Following the years after Joyce and Salad escaped from the "prison", Salad begins to act stranger than ever. Especially after 2 new characters introduce themselves. Will Salad break? What will Joyce do? You'll just have to read and find out.
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"So let me get this straight. Hubert's boss was affected by the war but still managed to maintain all his old memories of us and you?" Jeremy asked scratching his head in pure confusion.
"Yep, hard to process but that's the truth." Joyce nodded yanking the bullet from Harry's wound.
Harry grunted in pain but did not move a muscle. As Joyce worked she noticed the bandages around Jeremy's jaw. "Hey? What happened to you?"
"Hm? Are you taking about these," Jeremy asked pointing to his mouth. "A freaky black mutant attacked us, it threw me to the ground and I cracked my jaw on a rock. It's sore when I talk but nothing I can't handle!"
Joyce smiled slightly dabbing the bloody mess that was Harry's back. "No wonder he was bleeding so much! He got shot with a freakin pencil!" Joyce said jokingly as she pulled the bullet from the floor to examine it.
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Jeremy laughed uneasily. "Yeah... I kinda stole them from these military men yesterday."
Harry and Joyce's eyes widened. "Did you say military men?!"
"Yeah why?" Jeremy asked as he looked at Marjory.
She only shrugged in response. "We escaped from the military men! They used us like toys! They spent money on who could inflict the most damage on us! One guy got me on the shoulder!" Joyce said pulling her sleeve down to reveal uneven skin that was permanently bruised.
"Yeesh kid you've been through some tough shit, crazy to believe you've lived thus far!" Majory said, in disbelief.
Joyce blushed with pride. After another short conversation Joyce helped Harry to his feet and Joyce offered to lead Jeremy and Marjory to her home.
Salad once again poked at Guilt. The blood from his head had stopped pouring and it had now formed a crusty layer around his hair and face. Inside of Salad something felt off.. he had gotten so used to people talking that he was beginning to think that..... Salad Fingers paused, genuine worry spreading across his face. With a very shaky breath he said. "A-are you..... r-real...?"
