"SOURCREAM!" An II fanfic

(Re)Settling In (Microphone POV and Diary)

"[8:00 PM, Sunday August 14 2022]

Dear Diary, 

Today Pickel and I found Taco in the laboratory, though, I am skeptical about whether this is a good idea. She now shares a room with me and Pickel so we should at least have some info on how things are going with her. Despite my last few sightings of this little cryptid, she seems a little less intelligent, though, Pickel warned me to never underestimate her and I agree. I just hope that she doesn't get kicked out. At least, for now. She seems loud like me, so maybe we can get along again? It may be a pipe dream, but I want to see Taco better. 

- Microphone"

I write in my diary and sigh with relief, with Taco taking a catnap and Pickel playing video games downstairs, I knew I could safely write in my diary. Pondering, I notice Taco looks so loveable in the moonlight, but I choose not to take that right now. As I walk downstairs, I hear people gossip about Taco, well, mostly Salt, Pepper, and some other new people from the second season. Salt says, "Like, haven't you heard? That Taco girl is bad news.~" "Like, why in the world would Paper let her stay? Lmao." Pepper replies before I turn away to be with Pickel and the other gamers, Bomb was the only other one, he gets defeated saying, "W-w-w-w-w-wow, th-th-th-that was close. G-g-good game!" Bomb and Pickel high-five before I ask, "What's going on guys?" Bomb stutters, "I-I-I-I-" before Pickel replies, "Inanimate Insanity doesn't have that many I's." Pickel continues, "Anyways, Bomb beat me in this fighting game, but it was close. Seems like all two of my brain cells are working, Mother Figure!" I giggle, "Seems like neither of your brain cells are focused on calling me the right thing."

I honestly think he thought I was Soap. I chuckle loudly, somehow not waking up Taco as I go to bed alongside her, it may be a bit early, but I need the rest to take care of Taco. I drift off to sleep slowly, with Taco coming closer and dearer into my arms, I want to protect and fix her. This isn't romantic, and the friendship isn't all that strong yet, but it's protective love. Even if I don't really trust her.

(A/N: sorry for the short chapters, I'm honestly unsure where to take this story, but I hope you like them anyways, please leave suggestions and I may do them.)