Day Six
I miss you. I need you. I want you. I hurt you. I failed you. I sacrificed myself for you. I died because of you. I hate you. I want to kill you.
!! Seriously?! Another nightmare. I can't anymore.
{sigh}
"Balloon? You okay?"
Huh?
I slowly rubbed my eyes.
"Oh! Hey, Taco.."
She half-smiled. "Hey Balloon. Sleep well?"
Not really.
I smiled through my sudden tears. "Of course I did! I always do."
{chuckle}
"No you didn't."
Wh-What?!
I frowned. "What do you mean, Taco?" She shook her head.
"I'm assuming you had another nightmare."
{choke}
No, no.
I blushed. "Yeah, I did. I felt like OJ's ghost was haunting me.."
Her face paled. "That sounds grim." That's because it is.
{rustling}
Is round three over?
I glanced at Taco and her face reddened. "Don't stare at me like that. I'll tell you."
Good. Thank you.
"..Looks like the third round is over now."
..That's a relief.
"From most of the reports and fighters, it seems that we have lost some more brave people on the field."
{gulp} Uh oh..
But does this even matter anymore? OJ's dead, and there's no other fighters we know.
"Due to the large death toll, we won't say any names or even descriptions. But we have sadly lost over one thousand fighters in round three.
Combining rounds one and two, that's over five hundred thousand lives lost."
..Now I've lost hope. What's the point anymore? It's not like Taco and I have anything else to lose.
We've lost OJ, and now there's no one else.
Taco frowned. "You don't look too well." {beeping} I'm fine.
I smiled again, deflating. "I feel fine. I'm just a bit tired."
Where's that orange doll?
{puffing}
Her eyes widened. "Uhh, is that what I think it is?"
What do you mean, Taco?
"I don't understand. What are you-"
Taco ripped the OJ plush out of my hand. "Well well well! What do we have here? It looks like an OJ doll."
Uh oh..
"N-No, it's not! It's..a plushie."
..Am I blushing a little? My face feels warm for some reason.
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Bloodbath [Inanimate Insanity Fanfic]
FanfictionFollowing an ongoing apocalyptic battle, Taco and Balloon are forced to lay low and try to survive the apocalypse together -- even though they hate each other. [Cover made by me. Credit to the Inanimate Insanity crew.] [First Person (Sorry!)]