"SOURCREAM!" An II fanfic

The Great Taco Debate (Microphone's POV)

As I set Cheesy in his room, I notice Taco cowering in the corner with more damage than I recall. Knife takes to the stage and looks furious at me.

"Why the hell would you do this?" Knife growls at me, black-eyed watch piercing me.

"I see her good side!"

"There is NO good side to HER!" 

"There is! Everyone has one! Give her a chance!"

"We, like, already tried that, but clearly she can't be trusted here." Pepper adds her thoughts.

"Pepper has the right idea, she's a backstabber." Knife groans, "You can't let her-"

"Yeah! You guys did all you, like, could, but there is no controlling her." The grey shaker cuts off her debate ally. 

"The lightest of what she's done is call Balloon 'fat cakes', and she's done way worse." Knife hisses.

"You need to try! Where's your authority to judge her?"

"Where's your common sense?" Pepper asks in a Nickel-like tone.

"Don't you remember what I warned you about her?" He stomps closer to the edge of the stage.

"She's hurt people, Pickle was betrayed by her, and so have you."

"This Taco is from before all that!" I shout.

"How are you sure of that?" Knife clenches his fists, the air grows tense.

"Because- because... The portal... She's from the past!"

"She's faked more than that before." 

"Yeah, like, that backstabber."

"Traitor!" Pepper adds on to Salt's comment.

"Fake girl. She, like, never should've been here." Salt slyly eyes me.

"It should say something that I'm trying to defend her!"

"It says you never learn."

"If I throw a stick, will you leave?!" Pickle shouts from the back.

"What does that even mean?!"

"You marinate in hate, and I'm a pickle." Pickel steps out of his chair to confront Knife head on alongside me.

"For all of your 43 IQ, you say much more than I thought, despite that, I did think you'd say nonsense." 

"Shut up, please." A British voice  from the corner rants.

Taco, despite being extremely hurt, walks toward the group. A chip of her shell falls off as she scowls, "I have no idea what you imbeciles are talking about. Be quiet all of you and go back to your lives," And if the discussion wasn't disrupted already, Taco admits, "Also, I didn't zap Cheesy, nor did I go to the comedy show." As she walks away.

A transmission entering from my gain says, "Come on, before you lose your voice."

I follow Taco to our room, the argument in the stage room still present and tense, it felt like something was on fire in there it was so heated. As we entered the room, an unusual expression paints Taco's face, guilty and uncertain, maybe Pickle has seen it before. Before I can ask what is wrong, Taco asks a question,

"Do you trust me?"