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Although the walls were rotting and the windows were boarded up, Mepad Manor stood proud once more in its old spot, no longer just a whisper of a dent in the grass. Taco sat against its dusty walls, inside the cold lobby, fidgeting with her calloused hands. She had a choice where she wanted to stay, but the looks she received in that garish excuse of a hotel practically made any of her personal preferences null and void. Good thing her personal preferences were to stay as far away from Hotel OJ as possible.
Mepad Manor wasn't much better, but at least it was quiet. Everybody minded their own business, and inhabitants seemed to live there because they had nowhere else to—not because they chose to be around each-other.
Marshmallow was there because it was some sort of rebellion. Apple was there because Marshmallow was there. Suitcase visited often and all she did was talk to Knife. And the ghosts...well.
Taco might as well have been a ghost. Nobody paid any mind to her unless to scream in horror or tell her off for knocking stuff off counters.
She stood to her feet, swiping the dust off of her. This entire manor was filled with dust, all the time. Perhaps it was a part of its code. A planned imperfection. Just like her.