(COMPLETED/OLD) "remember me" // an inanimate insanity story

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

NO POV

It's been far too long.

Memories flooded Taco's head.

Hearing the quiet click of Microphone's "gain" rapidly turning down. The silence in her headphones. All over a small favor, of murder.

Taco really didn't think a small death was that big of a deal, I mean, Microphone barely knows OJ, so it wouldn't be that bad to let her do as such.

It had taken a toll on her mental state, definitely.

Alone again.

Losing another scapegoat. A tool for her own gain, even.

She really didn't learn a thing.

But she's changed.

She felt, deranged, insane, almost.

Pickle. Microphone. Knife. OJ. The prize money. Bow.

All of this could have been avoided if it wasn't for her.

Taco would even go as far as to say that,

It was a good thing she died.

Being snapped out of her thoughts, she felt different. In a bad way.

Sitting beside the broken Mepad. He was basically useless at this point. But she didn't care. She didn't care for much anymore, really. With Microphone gone, she couldn't be able to earn back what was rightfully hers.

Gripping onto her teacup slightly, she leaned back on the hard wood stump behind her, sighing. These crazy thoughts flooded her head once more.

"Murder."

"Kill them."

"You don't need them."

"You don't need Microphone."

"They don't care about you."

"They never did."

"They always thought you were dumb and annoying from the start."

"They took everything from you."

"If Microphone couldn't do a murder for you,

You just have to do it by yourself."

She gripped onto the laser gun beside her, the same she used to murder Test Tube before she was abandoned months before, a smile spread across her face.

She'd have to find a way into Hotel OJ, she wouldn't be let through the door, but there might be another way.

She snickered, tapping down on her invisibow.
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