*REVERSED.*a taco ii book.

›Chapter 2‹ death.

[3rd pov]
Taco seems to be bored, she dangles her feet from the edge of the bed but stops herself, she looks away, she's acting childish again,
She hops off the bed and peeks out of it. She smells breakfast and drools a bit, she tries to wipe it but realizes that her arms became weaker. They are hidden in her shell, limp,
She sighs and gets a bit closer to the kitchen sneaking, she sees most of the season 1 contestants. She sort of flinches at the sight of them. On the other hand, microphones awake.
She sort of does happy hops and stops herself, she thinks of how immature that is, she starts tearing up a bit but quickly runs off to get a blanket, she grabs a blanket and draws a crab on it, fully aware of salt and peppers fear,
She puts it over her and runs out into the kitchen,
"EEEEE ITS A MONSTER SALTY SALT!"
pepper jumps at the sight of tacos disguise,
"OMG HELP USSS!"
they both scream in union as taco chases them away from oj,
Oj sighs in relief and stress,
Microphone connects the dots and picks taco up,
"Woah it's a Baxter look alike! Umgah."
"No lightbulb it's just the new member." Oj sighs.
"Well Old member." Oj mumbles quietly.
"What Old member?"
Paper says?
"One of the old members join the hotel, not willingly."
Oj sighed,
"I was gonna have a meeting so you guys don't panic but t obviously had other plans"
"Who's t."
Paintbrush said pretty bored.
"SAWA CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"
tacos yells we're cut off by microphone covering her mouth.
"Oh haha just a friend..."
Microphone says nervously.
"Why did that yell sound familiar?"
Fan snaps his fingers thinking when walking in, which spooks her into dropping taco, taco lands on her feet, blanket still on her,
"Oh hey it's a Baxter disguise."
Fan picks up taco and takes it off.
"Oh. My. GOD."
paintbrush yells.
"WHY IS SHE HERE!"
"Umgah isnt that taco."
Lightbulb says curiously.
"Hey pickle why aren't you surprised?
She looks at pickle.
"I already know."
Pickle grumbles tirelessly,
"Sawa-" taco suddenly goes into a coughing fit
"Oh shoot up fan hand her ov-"
Taco coughs up blood all over fan,
"What the fuck."
"UMGAH THE MINI DUDE IS SICK!"
"a. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH" fan screams almost dropping taco,
"Fan calm down!"
Microphone shuts his mouth up,
"Your making her panic."
Taco throws up a bloody lemon,
She still hasn't gotten use to that,
She sort of goes limp and gives a sick look,
"How do we know she's not manipulating us again?
Paintbrush growls.
"She's too sick, plus soap said something about her needing more h-"
"CHICKen lEg.."
Taco had started whining again, like a upset child,
"And...she's upset."
Pickle got up and took her from the ground, he sort of looked tired,
I mean he was awaken from his sleep by crying so it's reasonable,
"I'm taking her to the room you got ready oj, also thanks,
Oj had gotten a room ready for her,
He knew that she could get bored so he left some Legos in there, I mean, who hates Legos?
"leeeeemmmmmmmmmoooooooon."
Taco protested,
She grumbles a by before opening her mouth.
"nO!"
Pickle kept walking towards the elevator,
He eventually got in, and pressed the button, closing the door and starting it, he put taco down,
"Sawa creem?"
Taco looked around curiously,
Checking the elevator out,
Eventually the elevator stopped at the 3rd floor,
Pickle had taken the crab disguise with him despite it being bloody,
He threw it on taco and picked her up and started walking down the hall,
Gaining some worried or confused glares,
Then he was stopped,
"Pickle what's that?"
Nickel,
"It's just a item, soap got blood on it."
Pickle groaned.
"yea surrrreee!"
Nickel said in his usual sarcastic tone,
"I don't know pickle, that looks like a injured object or animal..."
Baseball muttered,
"Anyways, what actually is it pickle,"
Nickel said curiously,
"I said nothing special,"
Pickle grumbles,
"Oh suurrrre, just show us shithead if it ain't special,"
Nickel growled,
Pickle walked around them and started walking towards the new room, unaware of the two following him,
He stopped at the room and set taco down in it,
"Leeeeeemon?" Taco said curiously as she took the blanket off,
She immediately ran into the room and ran around,
"Finally..."
Pickle groaned and shut the door, he walked over to tacos bed and sat on it,
"Mmmmrguh"
Taco grumbles upsettingly,
Pickle looked at her with a worried look,
She has stopped running around and had instead sat on the floor,
"Mmmmmmm"
She tried to lift her arms up and it worked, they sort of went limp,
She looked upset,
"Hm?"
Pickle got up and walked over, he sat down next to her,
"What's wrong?"
Pickle said not expecting a reply,
"They won't WoRk."
Taco said upset.
Pickle looked shocked but just looked at her and sighed,
The phone in the room started ringing
Pickle got up and answered it,
"Meeting in the living room, pickle, microphone, knife, and soap please stand next to me, everyone else sit,
Bring t please."
Oj sounded upset and stressed,
Pickle picked up taco and she yelped, she wasn't expecting him to pick her up,
He threw the blanket on her and she grumbled,
He started walking towards the living room,
When he got there he saw knife angrily standing next to soap and microphone,
"Finally we can start,"
Oj groaned.
Paper was even sat down for this,
Everyone besides lightbulb, paintbrush, and fan looked confused.
"I have some news to make, the perilous forest has been freed, taco is gone from the forest, any questions before I continue to the worst part"
Test tube raised her hand
"Uhm yes, do you mean that you found taco? Did you kill her? Where is she?"
The vial asked,
Silence.
"No. No we didn't."
Oj said stressed
"Hey uh oj. Does have to do with that?"
Baseball pointed out the bloody blanket in pickles hands,
Everyone looked at pickle,
"Yes, it does,"
Oj sighed
"I'd like to announce we found taco,"
"What?!"
Nickel yelled
"She didn't come willingly nickel, she's severely injured. And can't seem to communicate..."
Soap mumbled
"Well actually sh-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH"
pickle was cut off by taco yelling,
The room fell silent.
"Lemme outttt"
Taco groaned,
She had gained back her brittish accent a bit but still sounded off.
"I said lemme out!"
Taco fell out of pickles arms,
"Ow."
She got out of the blanket to see everyone staring at her,
"Ah."
"Well seems you got better fast."
Knife said in the best sassy tone he could,
"Actually... Not really, it's still painful, what happened again?,"
Taco said confused.
She noticed pickle and gave a shocked look before running off.
"Shoot, good thing I locked the door.."
Pickle sighed,
"How the hell should locking the door work?!"
Knife yelled
"Her arms don't work knife."
Pickle sighed,
He walked over to the frightened taco who didn't seem to remember anything about pickle or microphone caring for her,
"Soap somethings wrong." Pickle called over to soap
"It seems she... Reverted back?"
Soap mumbled
"What does that mean?"
At this point everyone already left before the chaos. Around the time taco was mentioned they left, only paper knife microphone oj and soap were left.
Taco was trying to unlock the door,
"Taco calm down."
Microphone said,
"No! I can't Be here- i-"
She was cut off by a coughing fit,
She had already back herself into a corner,
"I cant- I-"
She coughed up a puddle of blood and sour cream,
She looked at it in horror
"What- how- why-"
Taco looked scared,
It hurt microphone to see her friend like this,
"Taco calm down, you've been doing that since you awoke yesterday..."
Microphone mumbles
"No! I just woke up now! Why am I here! I was sure you didn't care! I should've died in that tree!"
Taco seemed so scared.
Microphone was shocked.
"Taco... I-..."
Microphone stood up and walked away trying not to cry.
Taco spaced out,
She seemed lifeless,
Like it wasn't the real taco,
"Taco. You dumbass."
Pickle growled at her.
"What? Just kill me, I know you want to, I deserve it, I know I do," she just started at the floor avoiding eye contact.
Pickle looked shocked,
"Taco what?. No one here wants to kill you."
Taco started tearing up,
She curled in on herself and lightly sobbed quietly,
"I- I'll be back.."
Soap quietly said,
Pickle looked down at the crying taco and picked her up,
She yelped in surprise and tried to get out of his grasp,
"Let g-go! P-please..."
Taco goes limp in his arms sort of giving up,
She yawned
"No-no! Let me go! Please!"
She tiredly protested,
"Please.........."
She slowly fell asleep,

[1484 words suckers also thanks for reading, I gotta work on a trophy cheesy and a another surprise one!
Multi-tasking is hard ;)]