"SOURCREAM!" An II fanfic

A Really Complicated Few Days (Microphone's POV and Diary)

"[3:30 PM, August 15th, 2022]

Dear Diary,

These last few days had been really complicated, first, the comedy show was canceled early due to Cheesy getting zapped while on stage and there was a whole argument about it. Knife, Salt, and Pepper didn't want Taco to stay after she zapped Cheesy, but that leaves the question of where did she get her Temporary Paralyzer back from? Taco claimed she didn't zap Cheesy nor did she go to the show, but she's kinda an enigma, but it's also not that hard to imagine someone else zapping Cheesy. I wish I had done more then, but that's not even the last of it.

Before I got into the argument, Taco got really hurt, and I think Knife attacked her, but I'm unsure if he would do such a thing. During the argument that had been going on for a while by now, Taco told me to go to our room with her and she asked me if I trusted her, which I did, but then I made another horrible mistake. I tried to kiss Taco. She didn't like it at all and, well, let's just say I'll never kiss her again. After the kissing incident, I learned that Taco was from Episode 8 of Season 1, getting an alliance with OJ and Bomb alongside Pickle and she came here after a time traveling incident. I showed off my InvisaBow and got hit in the face with a lemon, but thankfully I didn't need an eyepatch. (Is it eyepatch or eye patch?) It seems like my loudness hasn't bothered Taco yet, other than the meeting of course, so maybe this can work? I hope I don't annoy her as much as I always do.

God, why do I like caring for the past version of my manipulator so much?

- Love, Microphone"

I finish my diary entry, I think that's one of my longest entries in at least a month, I slide my black diary under my bed and crash onto it, arms and legs splayed. Even in just a few days have things changed! I nod off to a nap, not thinking much of it.

The misty forest compels me to walk toward it, batting my eye at Nickel before I enter it. The wet yet untouched grass surrounds me as I trot carefully towards a stump and write my diary entry, mindlessly. Soon undeterminate anger begins to force me to chuck my diary into the bushes, a now familiar yet mysterious voice reading through it, "Wildcard." "Mean" "Loud." "A burden." The voices echo across the forest from the bush, "Rude." "Distracted." "Annoying." I force my head down and away, knowing now this is a dream of my past that I wanted to forget, I try to make myself wake up.

And so with much determination and force.

I wake myself up from the nightmare in my nap.

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter for taking so long, I didn't know what to do here. But I chose angst.)