That was what started this whole mess. An unknown voice. Screaming "sour cream".
It was a normal day for newfound friends Pickel and Microphone, bonding over bad experiences until Microphone hears shouting in the lab, Pickel and Microphone decide...
Me and Taco are watching the sunset as I am writing this, and Taco hasn't caused any major problems for the few days she's been in the hotel. Sure she helps out with or stops pranks, but, that's ok. Pickle has been doing great, Taco recommended a new book to him and he's hooked to it. Paper and Fan have been working on Fan's Fantastic Features while Test Tube is away.
OJ arrived yesterday, Taco hid from him at first, but with a bit of convincing, Taco stayed. Baseball and Suitcase have been preparing for the inevitable time when Nickel and/or Balloon return. Tissues' coldswan has always been an issue, and I'll just say Taco may have gotten into trouble if Soap didn't step in. Speaking of her, she bought some new cleaning supplies and she says they've been the best she's used. I'd list all the other good things, but I'm kinda saving space for something. So to answer the question I've always had,
'God, why do I care for my manipulator so much?' The answer is clear, she is no longer my manipulator.
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She is at last, my friend.
-Microphone"
THE END
(A/N: I kinda wanted to try a diary-only chapter for the epilogue so I could show some art differently. Anyways, I plan for my next fic to be an object show starring the non-II3 contestants. Hope I see you soon!)
