"SOURCREAM!" An II fanfic

Dinner Time! (Baseball and Suitcase's POV)

(Time: 3:45, approximately during Microphone's nightmare)

(Baseball's POV)

"You've known Taco for a while now according to Nickel, what does she like?" Suitcase asks me as we begin brainstorming dinner, we plan to give everyone the same main course and personalize the sides.

"I honestly can't tell, she seems to like lemons," I say whole-heartedly, "but does she only like them for weapons?" I question to myself and Suitcase. I'm normally great at reading people, but I'm pretty sure it's impossible to read Taco. 

"Maybe we should ask her?" Suitcase suggests. 

"Sure, you can go ask her, I'll stay here and make what I know everyone will like. We'll personalize the sides, got it?" Suitcase nods and goes off as I begin getting the ingredients. Some beef, rolls, seasonings, cheese, yeah, I'm making burgers.

According to the hotel, the ones I make are killer.

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(Suitcase's POV)

I walk over to the couch and ask Pickle, "Where's Taco? I need to ask her what kind of food she likes."

"Upstairs."

"Thanks!" I walk upstairs towards Microphone and Taco's room and see Microphone lying on the bed and shaking a bit, sleeptalking, "Wake up." "Wake up." "Forget." "Wake up." "Wake up."  "Just a nightmare." "Wake up." "Wake up." I slowly close the door. Despite what people may think, I'm not good at handling other people's nightmares. I look around upstairs for any place where Taco could be before I hear a quick buzzing noise from the place where all of the eliminated contestants used to be hidden before OJ sued him.

I pace myself over to the closet, footsteps growing seemingly louder, likely my heartbeat. Despite what people have said she's done, I don't want any fellow hotelmates hurt. I creak open the wooden door that still has that threatening sign upon it. When I enter, I hear another buzz, and with it, an old glass window shatters with a warm, striking red glare, caused by a laser gun. Taco wields it talking to herself, "Looks this is still functional."

"Hey Taco," The Mexican girl flinches and swiftly throws her weapon in her shell "What kind of side would you like?" I ask.

"Chips, please." She replies and leaves the closet. I wait a bit to get some distance and trot downstairs, thankfully Taco is safe, but I haven't seen her or heard of her using any weapons other than lemons. So I decided to ask about it at dinner.

In the kitchen, I grab the chip bag and Baseball asks, "So, Taco asked for chips?"

I nod in response and put the chips on Taco's plate as Baseball finishes her burger, the last one. The sight of all the burgers with the personalized sides and drinks makes me feel nice, like me and Baseball really bonded over this. I tell Baseball, "I'm gonna use the intercoms, hope everyone likes the food."

The intercoms room is open to all, but there are some things done to make sure it isn't used for false alarms too often. The keys residents use also unlock the door, but it's said Paper loses his key so he uses the cowbell the Cherries gave him. The room contains a computer desk and a small microphone next to it that is used to send messages to the whole hotel. There is also a bit of decor and some hard drives, no one is quite sure what exactly is on them. I unmute the microphone and mutter, "Dinner is ready, sides and drinks are personalized and main course is burgers." 

The dinner table stands out compared to the rest of the hotel, it was a new addition by Paper so he added what he liked to its design, but it also stood out due to the fact it was the only place everyone gathered. Taco was the first to talk, complaining, "I asked for chips, not crisps."

I reply, "Sorry." 

"Hey, the chips are probably good too. They are both salty sliced potatoes."

Taco states, a bit confused, "I asked for chips at the start. These are crisps."

"Like, why is Taco even, like, allowed in this hotel? After she's been such a snake!" Salt groans.

"I know, right?" Pepper replies.

Knife growls, likely as an agreeing response to Salt and Pepper.

Lightbulb asks while chewing, "So, how was everyone's day?"

Taco gestures to the others she is chewing and after growls, "Please keep your mouth closed while chewing." 

Microphone says, "Good! Just had a nightmare," she quickly adds, "not that it was that bad!" and nervously laughs.

"Hey, to get this over with, uh... does Taco always have a laser gun?"  I decided to calmly ask. 

Microphone slams the table to get everyone's attention, "What did you say and why so nonchalantly?!"

The table goes silent, Salt and Pepper gossiping as I repeat, "Uh, did Taco always have a laser gun?"

There's a pause before Cheesy says, "Well, isn't this meloncholy!" and slaps his knee.

Pickle , "Not in season 1. That means..."

(A/N: Sorry for a slower update, didn't have much inspiration. This fic will be done soon as I have other ideas.)