"We don't talk about Tango!"

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You ever get that one song stuck in your head for weeks on end? Yeah... that's me right now... So in a futile effort to get rid of this particular song, I've turned it into a Hermitcraft parody.

This AU is not tied to the storyline of Encanto strictly, just this specific song. I recommend that you listen to the song as you read through this, it makes it much more interesting. (If you can somehow keep up towards the end, I applaud you!)


*The scene opens with Zedaph, Impulse, and Iskall talking about a certain someone.*

Zedaph:
What if you didn't understand what he saw?

Iskall:
Then you better figure it out, because it was coming for you!


*Stressmonster suddenly bursts into the room after overhearing their conversation.*

Stressmonster:
We don't talk about Tango, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Tango...

But!

It was New Season day-

Iskall:
It was New Season day!

Stressmonster:
We were all getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky-

Iskall:
No clouds allowed in the sky!

Stressmonster:
Tango logs in with a mischievous grin-

Iskall:
Thunder!

Stressmonster:
You telling this story or am I?

Iskall:
I'm sorry, my dear friend, go on...!

Stressmonster:
Tango says, "It looks like rain."

Iskall:
Why did he tell us?!

Stressmonster:
In doing so, he floods my brain.

Iskall:
Xisuma, get the umbrellas!

Stressmonster:
Started season in a hurricane!

Iskall:
What a chaotic day, but anyway...

Stressmonster & Iskall:
We don't talk about Tango, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Tango!


*Zedaph and Impulse gather more information on Tango. They first go to see Joe Hills and iJevin.*

JoeHills:
Hey!
Grew to live in fear of Tango stuttering or stumbling.
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling.
I associate him with the sound of falling sand,

Ch, ch, ch...

It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling.
Always left Xisuma and the other Hermits fumbling, grappling with prophecies we couldn't understand.

Do you understand?


iJevin:
A seven-foot frame, eyes like netherrack.
When he calls your name it all withers to black!
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams!


All:
(Hey!)

We don't talk about Tango, no, no, no!

(JoeHills: We don't talk about Tango, no, no!)

All:
We don't talk about Tango!

(JoeHills: We don't talk about Tango!)

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