"SOURCREAM!" An II fanfic

How This Was Even Done. (Taco's POV)

(A bit before Taco was found)

The final bits and pieces of my plan are coming into place as the paper I write it on was only illuminated by a few specks of light come from the bioluminescent vials on the walls and counters of the laboratory. I pull out my time machine from Walmart, however, I don't plot to go to the past. I blast open a portal, as swirling green as I remember from Test Tube's version, glowing a vibrant lime. Crossing off the last bits of the steps on the paper and hiding it in my shell, I clear my throat and call out, "SOURCREAM!" as I switch the grip of the device to my mouth and retract my arms, starting to grin. 

Soon enough, my call is answered by Microphone and Pickle, and in typical Microphone fashion,

She screams. Loudly.

I wanted to extend my arms and cover my ears, but I resisted, stepping back and shouting, "GUACAMOLE!" in anger, lowering my head to lower the ungodly loud sound. I slip the time machine into my shell again with my mouth. Pickel mutters something to Microphone and she replies, but I'm unsure what she is saying. She ponders a bit at my blank eyes and grin. An idea of what to say popped into my head, "PICKLE!" I shout cheerfully and rush towards the cucumber, and he slightly smiles back. Microphone thinks a bit too out loud, "she isn't as bright as she normally is-" before catching herself and despite the darkness, she blushes while covering her mouth. I shout, "SOURCREAM!" once more to hopefully ease Microphone and it seems to be effective.

She picks me up and heads to Hotel OJ. The whole situation makes my grin much more real out of confidence, this is working. 

I honestly don't think Microphone has a plan on how to invite me to the other residents of Hotel OJ.

(A/N: Sorry for this chapter is really short, this was only really to explain how Taco even managed to pull this off. Also Taco POV is pretty cool.)