Taco finally got what she wanted, her own world. To pick and choose what she wanted with the people in it. After winning season 1, her life felt finally complete. But could she be stopped? With enough power and dedication, someone could step up to t...
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The windowpane shined, unraveling the shadow on a shaky, wooden bed. The alarm goes off, jarring the sleepers mind and forcing them to turn, opening their dry eyes. Pulling themselves up, they switch off the alarm. They yawn, the sun wasn't very visible.. Barely any light seeped in anymore. It was all storm filled clouds....
A loud speaker box shrieked into volume.
"Good morning, Knife." a british accent rang. His head jolted, of course being frightened by her intimidating voice. "Have a good morning, you have extra to do today." "You'll have to help some of the other .. strong ones.. build a house for the new civilians." Of course Knife had plans to do for his group, but he couldn't show any signs of disobedience or nervousness. It was like she could see and hear your fear for her. "Yes, right away Ms. Taco.." he said. His arms pushed himself off the bed, and he gathered his supplies. He usually keeps a messengers bag around his shoulder, for keeping any valuable items that he could find.
The door opened, a slight creaking sound lingering as he slams it back shut and continues walking down the street, he saw the old janked up café down the road and decided to walk past it. Whenever the city was first formed, everyone had .. normal jobs.. Paintbrush worked at the café with Lightbulb, selling mini pastries and lots of coffee to go around. But the fun didn't last too long, ever since Mephone agreed to give Taco 100,000 a year for half of the profits of the jobs and for free memory mining, she had no time to finish her "ideals". She needed the work done and fast. She slowly more and more lost care for the things that made others happy, she only cared for herself and her profits.
She enjoyed the feeling of being higher in rank, she finally felt like she was "appreciated." Even though most people despised her, she was lucky to finally have control. And ofcourse Mephone was too 'stupid' to understand her deep lies behind their business agreement. It's like she finally won in life. And she would do anything to keep her power in tact.
Even if it meant the death of innocent lives.
It seemed like everything was going great for the 'strong ones.' The layout for the house was finished, they just needed to start building it. "Hey.. guys." Knife greeted hastily. It seemed like one of the new people was helping, because Test Tube was there, thinking about something while scribbling on the blueprint. Knifes eyes narrowed, he didn't enjoy how.. bubbly.. she was. "Ah, hello new Teamie !" she greeted. TT took his hand and shaked it, smiling. "I'm Test Tube! I remember you from the meeting!" she spewed. She was very talkitive, even though she seemed awkward during the introductions. "Right now, me and a few others are trying to calculate the area of which we need to apply hardwood basing."
Knife already didn't enjoy her company.
He politely tooks TTs hand off his, and he slid his bag to the ground. "Well... Test Tube.." he said, trying to keep his normal tone. "Where's everyone else? Huh?" he questioned, seemingly trying to intimidate TestTube, though she didn't get the memo. "They're all bringing in the rest of the newbies! They are sorting them out based on strength and taking them into groups. Can't wait to see if Fan's gonna be there !" she said, pointing to the horizon. Knife was just about ready to crack, but he really wanted to see the others, even if it just meant leaving TT by herself for a few minutes or so..
"Yeah, I'll go see what's up." he groaned. Alot of walking was needed but he finally showed up where everyone else was being introduced.
Cheesy
Microphone
Tissues
Trophy
Cherries
Yin-Yang
Soap.
An odd cast of characters, but atleast some of them seemed better than whatever TestTubes deal was.
"Hi! I'm Soap, I like cleaning, it's my life! I think I could be a good help when it comes to keeping diseases away from you guys". One person he would NEVER be talking to.
"Heya! It's me, Cheesy! I'm an aspiring comedian. And I think I can do a grate.. job out here! haha! get it! Cause I'm cheese.. and a... grater.. oh I'll just stop now."
"Heuy guyshee.. my noiame is Tissewss.. And I have a really bad condishaw-WACHOO!" his sneeze echoes for miles, mucas dripping all over him. Knife had the urge to put on a hazmat suit.
"Hellooo! I'm Yin, AND IM YANG! We are brothers, I think we will have a fun time here, hm? THIS PLACE SUCKS. You suck!" Their bickering rang through mosts ears, they seemed like they weren't fit for eachother.
"Hi! I'm Cherry, and this is my brother, Cherry!" she pointed next to her. "Hey!"
"My name's Trophy, I'm pretty fit I guess, I can hold a whole building if I wanted to. But no suprises." He looked over, nobody enjoyed his cocky attitude.
"HEY! MY NAMES--" a loud scream came out of this one. She pushed a button and her volume seemed to change.. "Heh! Sorry about that one, my names Mic.. Mic-Ro-Phone! Tried to joke there..didn't work.. UHMMMM.."
Knife had enough of these guys and headed straight back to the construction site, watching Test Tube cut some wood at almost perfect angles, it was like she was a machine or something ! He sat down lazily and relaxed, hoping TestTube didn't notice his arrival and just continued working. The rest of the building team came back.
Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Trophy.., Pickle, and OJ. He didn't see Oj's face much, as he was usually working late at the mines or sleeping. He seemed,, tired. "Heyo Painty, let's say we jump outta this joint and get crackalaking!" Lightbulb whispered. Paintbrush slightly cringed at Lightbulbs stupid remark but they agreed, as they were too lazy to get any work done. Them and Lightbulb walked off, talking to eachother. And Trophy seemed to take an interest in Knifes.. gritty personality. "Hey man, I'm Trophy. You seem strong,.. you lift?" Knife couldn't help but laugh. "Look.. Trophy.. I'm not like you, I'm a 'jerk' and you're a 'jock'. Different things." Trophy crossed his arms and towered over Knife, trying to make himself look cool. "Well whatever, we should be friends." "We could be good together, strong!" Knife groaned and got up, trying to walk away. "I'm not interested. Cya."
Knife walked off and sat down on the sidewalk, leaning on a building. He sighed. He needed to hold a meeting for the rebellion, and soon. He had fear for the new people, as they didn't know what was going to happen to them.
