Cracks and Stains.

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                                                                             (TW: Death, Blood)



><>{Taco's POV}<><

I saw only darkness. I heard only a voice.

"Taco? Taco, PLEASE, wake up!!"

This voice was drowned out by the sound of my ears ringing. I couldn't remember anything. I couldnt move. It was like I was frozen in place. My mouth was full of the taste of blood, which I felt dripping from my mouth. The only other thing I could feel was pain.

Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. The taste of blood stopped. The pain... stopped.

And I saw it. It was blurry, so all I could see was that it was a light gray color, with hollow, ocean eyes.

"Hello," it said. Its voice was like child, a young one. It echoed through the black void that I saw.

As soon as I heard the voice, I began to see clearly. It was a ghost.

I tried to respond, but I couldn't find it in me to even open my mouth. So I just gazed at the ghost as it looked at me with sorrow.

"Your name is... Taco, correct?" I nodded, wondering how a ghost knew my name. It sighed, and looked in what appeared to be a notebook.

"Oh," it exclaimed. "There has been a terrible mistake!"

A small, white, portal-looking thing appeared next to us, and I looked inside, horrified at what I saw.

It was me.

My eyes were closed, my tortilla shell pale and cracked and stained with blood.

I was dead.

I was a spirit, a ghost, just like the one in front of me.

The ghost seemed to notice my expression. "Don't worry. I can fix this." Its eyes smiled softly at me before it called firmly: "SOUL RETURNER! COME HERE PLEASE!"

A smaller ghost quickly hovered next to it, this one the same color as the first ghost, but with a bluish tint, and its eyes were emerald green.

"Yes, ma'am?" The smaller ghost said, calmly and quietly. This one sounded slightly older, like a preteen girl.

"Please, Soul Returner, the soul in front of us is not due yet. Please, insert it into her body."

"On it!" And so I grabbed the Soul Returner's hand, and walked with it through the portal, heading to the white void where I saw my dead body.

 Upon arriving to it, the Soul Returner picked me up, and then carried me down... 



That's all I remember before opening my eyes, and seeing- and hearing- multiple objects, sighing in relief, gasping in disbelief, and muttering to one another, saying things like, "She's waking up!" and "This is a miricale..."


And it was.





<A/N>

Hi guys!!! :D

Yeah,  this story is based on a roleplay that I was in on BFB 3d RP

So uhhhhhh-  ye!!!    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


And as always, ENJOY!!!!!!



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