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(HUMANS) Tacophone Angst

{TW: ABUSIVE PARENT}

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Taco was laying on the bed that was across from Microphones, they were sleeping. Taco felt herself get tense, tense with fear, the feeling of the cold, freezing ground, and the faint disgusting smell of the basement. Her dad, the one that adopted her. Why did he do this?

..she always wondered. 

He burned it. She felt herself scream, and cry, she managed to escape, but her hand, it got injured, badly, the memories all felt real...she woke up screaming and crying, curling up into a ball and hugging her banklets. Mic jolted awake, sitting up and looking around "Taco! Are you okay?!" She got off her bed, running to Taco. Taco was crying, hugging herself.

Microphone put her hands through her hair, gentle and softly "Taco..it's okay, he isn't here..your safe..he won't come back.." She pulled Taco into a hug carefully, being as gentle as she can. Taco froze, soon relaxing and hugging Mic back, she didn't let go. She didn't want to let go

Mic rubbed and patted her back, humming a tune that would clam Taco down.  She looked down, and notice something, under her sleeve were bloody bandages, all wrapped up on her whole hand

"Taco!" She took her hands, gently, she stared, soon pulling down Taco's sleeves "Taco.." she felt herself cry "Taco..what..happened?"

Taco looked down, frowning "He..burned down the basement..i escaped..he- he wanted me dead..he- didn't..." she broke down, and mic hugged her again "It's okay..y-you have to clean your hands..it's gonna get infected..if you don't"

Taco nodded, this made her feel worse, explaining it all, she just cried.

Mic rubbed Taco's cheek, soon making her way to the bathroom to clean out the wound. Taco hissed in pain, feeling the product on the burns, Mic kissed her cheek, and soon, the wounds were clean, her hands weren't bloody anymore, it was pinker, as if it was healing (which is true).

"You can sleep with me tonight.." Mic said, smiling and hugging Taco again. Taco nodded "Please.."

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Taco and mic went to the bed, going on it. Taco hugged Microphone, Mic hummed and played with Taco's hair, smiling and looking down at her, feeling her eyelids drop.

Taco smiled, humming along, she soon fell asleep.

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There was no nightmares this time.