Chapter 1: Greetings and Salutations.
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Taco has always been an outcast. Even in season 1 of the show, she was seen as annoying, despite it all being an act. In season 2, she's seen as a "villain". It isn't fair! The only person who believed in her was MePad, until he... nevermind.
Luckily, everything changed after Cobs was defeated. She had apologised to everybody, and they had all forgiven her, right?
...
Everyone except for Pickle.
I mean, she understands why, but she can't help but be atleast a little bit hurt by it. He was the one she apologised to most! Why can't he just forgive her! She wasn't THAT bad... right? I mean, all she did was manipulate him and everyone else just to win a stupid competiton show.
...
Anyway, it was finally new years! Which obviously calls for a super-extra-special party! In OJ's hotel, of course. Plus, this was the first time Taco was actually welcome inside of Hotel OJ for not only the party, but for the first time ever! As much as she hates to admit it, she was super excited.
Taco eventually arrived outside of the hotel.
Hey, atleast she doesn't have to sneak in anymore! It's nice to feel welcome somewhere for once... Anyway, no need to get emotional.
"Hey, Taco!"
Of course it's OJ. Like, sure, it's his hotel, that's fair and all, but how is he so... happy? Especially after she tried to steal his prize money in season 1? How does everyone just... move on?
"Ah, uhm, hello, OJ..!"
(Awkwardddd...)
She makes her way inside the building, catching a few glimpes of both familiar and unfamilar faces around the lobby. For some reason she feels... nervous? Oh well, nothing to dwell on for now, she should be focused on the delightful smelling food, and Microphone! So, as any amazing friend would do, she searches for her through the lobby.
It takes a few minutes to get through all the people but eventually her eyes land on her beautiful Microphone having a conversation with Soap. ...Beautiful? No- She can't find Microphone beautiful! She's simply just her friend, nothing more.
"Hey- Hey Microphone!"
She practically yells out to catch Mic's attention, hoping she doesn't come off as clingy, that would NOT make for a nice new reputation.
"Oh, hiya Taco! Me and Soap have actually been waiting for you!"
Soap...? Why couldn't Mic just wait for her on her OWN? She can do that perfectly fine!
"...Really?"
"What? Didn't you expect for atleast one of us to wait for you? C'mon, we're your friends afterall!" She giggles sweetly.
Taco loved Mic's sweet little giggle that she often heard when she spoke. Ugh, another one of those stupid thoughts... She'll get over it! She has to...
About the friends thing, though, it was relieving, to say the least. She knew she was Mic's friend, but to hear her actually say it? It comforted her way more than it probably should've.
"So, uh... How are you?"
"Ah, yes. Real smooth there and totally not making the situation even more awkward, you idiot!" Taco thought to herself.
"Oh, I'm great! It's nice for us to all get together again! Especially when it includes being around you!"
Taco couldn't help but have a light blush spread across her face. Did she seriously get flustered from just that? She needs to get herself together! She can't be vunerable like that. Even if the weird crushing feeling in her chest makes it harder to talk, she won't be weak!
"Oh, uh... Yeah..."
...
"You okay, Taco?"
Soap finally spoke up, sounding more concerned than Taco had expected.
"Of course! Just, um... Deep in thought about Pickle, you know? Nothing too serious."
"She's probably been even MORE concerned about Microphone. Ew." Despite feeling the tiniest bit bad about her thoughts of Soap, she can't stop thinking about her in such a bad light.
"Oh, how you need to apologise to him? Yeah, Mic told me about it, and that's why we're gonna help you get your boyfriend back!"
"Eh... Boyfriend? Pickle is not. my. boyfriend!!"
"Sureeee..." Soap replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
...Taco can't just say she's a lesbian right out of the blue! What if they see her differently? What if Microphone leaves? Or finds her disgusting?
Chapter 2: so uhm,,,
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I MIGHT'VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS,,, uhh so school started ages ago and i cant write this anymore bc im still burnt out but maybe in the future ill continue it idk,,, bye
Chapter 3: As ready as I can be.
Notes:
So... I'm finally back after 5 whole months in the void! Thank you so much for all the support I received while I was gone, it's what motivated me to continue writing this, seeing just how many people enjoyed it.
I hope you all like the upcoming chapters as much as you all liked the first one!
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"Whatever, I was just here to see Mic anyway. I would prefer to not think about Pickle right now."
"I mean, fair enough. You did do some pretty bad things-"
"Silence!"
...That was not meant to happen. Taco isn't supposed to be like that anymore! She wont be like that anymore.
"...I mean... Just stop talking like that for now. It's supposed to be a party, so... Wanna go have some fun?"
"Oh, great idea! So, what should the three of us do first? We could eat some food, play games, or just chat!" Microphone chimed in.
"Uh... I'll let you decide!" (Totally not because Taco had no idea what to do)
"Well, I've been thinking. It's pretty unfair on how Pickle forgave Mephone, but never forgave you! I think today we could work out how to make Pickle atleast CONSIDER forgiving you, you know?"
"If you're thinking about writing letters, I've already tried. It's no use, I think I should just give up."
"Not so fast!-" Her voice echoed throughout the hotel, along with a loud ringing noise, and few contestants stared at Mic as she quickly pressed the power button on her torso. "Sorry, that happens sometimes! Anyway, Apologies mean more in person, Taco. Even if it feels easier to get it down on paper, I think Pickle would appreciate if you just... went up to him in person, and spoke from the heart, I mean, I'm pretty sure that would work on me any day."
Taco was just about to respond, when all of a sudden, vomiting noises could be made out from the table of party food. Lightbulb probably just ate 53 cookies again, nothing too serious.
"Maybe you're right... But I'm not that great with my words. What if I say something wrong, and it just makes him hate me more! What if-"
"Hey, I'm sure Pickle doesn't hate you, it's more of a... mild dislike. Besides, I can come with you! C'mon, Taco!"
At that, Taco started to imagine Mic holding her hand, and she could almost feel their fingers intertwining- No. Get yourself together.
"...That would be nice. Thanks, Mic."
And then, Soap interrupted.
"Okay, that was, like, cute 'n all, but we aren't gonna get anywhere if we just sit here and chat!"
Microphone let out another giggle, and replied. "We were getting to that!! But okay, we'll go find Pickle now, wish us luck!"
With a quiet sigh, Soap wished them a quick good luck and went off to clean up Lightbulb's mess. Microphone held out her hand for Taco to take, "You ready to go now?" she asked. Taco reached up and firmly grasped the taller girl's hand, humming in confirmation.