"SOURCREAM!" An II fanfic

From Bad to Worst. (Microphone's POV)

"You British-Mexican wrecking ball of an object! You replaced that more pure past version of yourself!" Pickle accuses from the nearby seat as heat rises from his area, he slams the table growling.

I've been quite furious too, but this was expected of her... 

"Oh my lemons, there was never any time-traveling. Just a lot of... lies." Taco infuriated explains with a hiss.

"Aw man, it's even worse." Pickel says.

"Now, now, let me explain," Taco crouches down and clears up, "We both know you would've never given me a chance, and neither would Pickle, or honestly anyone here at this table. However, since you thought I was from before I hurt anyone, I had a shot at acceptance." 

Looks and bet money alike were passed around the table, Salt saying, "See, this is why we should've, like, never trusted her."

Fan takes a photo of the chaos as Taco retracts her arms, "Even after all this, I ask you this again. Do you trust me, Mic?"  

"Isn't the answer obvious?" I reply. Taco looks desperate for acceptance as the breeze blows through the windows, what is likely everyone else either gossiping or arguing is drowned out by this moment, I decide what to say, but more importantly, what to feel.

"Of course-" "AW HELL NA!" Pickel interrupts fiercely. Taco flinches back and the floor seems quite interesting to her. 

Pickel looks back, deadpan, confirming, "That wasn't to you Taco, sorry if it seemed like that." before throwing his half-eaten burger across the table at the Cherries.

I finish, "Yeah, I've always trusted you. As long as you try to change, I'm here for you!" 

Taco looks back at me with a smile, obsidian-colored eyes having the light hit them just right for a beautiful shine to paint them. 

Fan cheers, "Tacophone material!" and takes more pictures, presumably to put on his blog.

"So, let's finish up dinner, it's probably getting cold," Taco suggests, making me realize I forgot about it. I take a bite of my burger and drink some of my water, even when it's cold, Baseball makes some great burgers. 

Everyone else mostly gets the memo and gets back to eating, yet I was the first to start leaving to my room, before I hear, "YOU WHAT?!" from Knife and a slam. It draws my attention back to the dinner table.

"Yeah, we tried to frame Taco for tasing Cheesy, it wasn't my idea. Salt and Pepper came up with the plan. We figured now would be the best time to admit it." The Cherries smirked.

"Attention!" Paper calls to the table, having to ring his cowbell a bit to do so, "As Salt, Pepper, and The Cherries all attempted to frame Taco for rule-breaking, they will all get shared punishment of bathroom cleaning tonight!"

Soap begins to object but Paper says first, "If any volunteers may like, they may supervise the cleaning, however this is a punishment, so please keep that in mind."

Salt, Pepper, and the Cherries groan as Taco reextends her limbs and boasts, "That's what you get."

I return to my room and the sense of discomfort I never knew was there was now gone. The smell of Taco's last cup of tea gives feels much stronger now that there was nothing much else to hide. I think to myself again,

God, why do I like caring for my manipulator so much?

I guess now that she's under the care of Hotel OJ, she isn't gonna be as easy of a manipulator now.

Let's just hope.

(A/N: Next chapter will be a flashback on how Taco even set this up and possibly the epilogue, what do you think of this fic?)