Bloodbath [Inanimate Insanity Fanfic]

Chapter Nine

Day Nine-Ten

Uhh, is Taco..dead? I don't hear her. 

I gently checked her pulse. Her heart was still beating. 

Thank goodness for that.

What was the time now? Everything was dying down outside. We don't really know or care about what's happening out there anymore.

It's not that we want the fighters to die. They don't know us and we don't know them. Despite that, we were still hiding. 

So we can't ignore the apocalypse.

{beep} 

{air blowing} 

Hopefully Taco wakes up in the morning. She's been through a lot.

{light flickers} 

Geez, it's so dark in here without the light on.

I slowly drifted to sleep, Taco still sleeping in my arms.

The Next Day

{yawning} 

I opened an eye, a beige shell grinning at me. "Good morning Balloon." She woke up before me?

 Wow..

"You too, Taco. Did you sleep well?" She nodded. "Yes, but I'm still a bit weak." That makes sense. 

{squish} 

Her face slightly flushed green.

"What the--?"

It sounded like something wet.

I frowned. "..Didn't one of your vegetables fall out of you last night?" Taco frowned, a blush filling her cheeks. 

"When you put it that way it seems like I need my vegetables to survive or something. Also, that was pretty gross."

Don't you? 

"..You do, right?" She shook her head. 

"Not really. It's not like I'll --" 

?! Did she just..

....

Ew..

I should help her. 

I walked over to the little corner where Taco was. 

She stared at me. "Sorry if I was kind of noisy." 

There's no silent way to vomit.

{nervous chuckle} "It's okay. It's not your fault. But maybe you should put your tomato back into your shell." {gasp} "No!" ..Huh?

"Why not? Don't you need--" Taco waved her hand. "Don't be so silly, Balloon. This isn't the first time it's happened." If you say so, Taco.

{rustle} I'm still going to put your tomato back.

I grabbed the sliced tomato, and carefully placed it into Taco's shell. She was shaking a little. 

"Thanks, Balloon. Not that I needed it, but still." No problem.

We sat in silence for a moment until Taco rushed back into the same corner. ​​​​​​Is she going to- 

..Nevermind. She must be really sick.

{heavy sigh}

"Sorry, Balloon. I'm just really nauseous."

Maybe you're hungry. I don't know.

{bang} 

"Here's a bin for you, in case you..you know." 

{sigh of relief} 

"Thanks.." 

It's nothing, really.

{rustling} {beep} {cold air blows}

The two of us moved back to the cots, sitting near the AC. Speaking of which, I don't think we've eaten for a while.

{unzipping} 

Taco raised an eyebrow. "You're eating lunch now? It's only nine in the morning, Balloon!" 

Breakfast. 

{groan} 

"You mean breakfast. Besides, I don't remember the last time you ate something." She blinked, her cheeks flushing. "Well.." 

Mm.

"I already ate!" 

..Oh really?  

"Are you sure?" 

{facepalm}

"Obviously!"

No need to scream.

{grunt} "I'm going back to bed." 

Wh-What?! Why? I instantly stored my lunchboxes away. "I don't get it. We just woke up. Why are you going back to sleep, Taco?"

She sank in her sleeping bag, turning the other way. "I'm full, you know. Sleeping on an empty stomach isn't a good thing. You should know that!" 

..Like it matters.

I glanced at her one last time. "..Taco?" 

{groan} 

She turned around, facing me. "..Are you alright? You seem..off." 

Her smile faded. "I'm fine, Balloon. Stop worrying about me so much." 

..I'm not sure.

{sad sigh} "If you say so, Taco." She rolled over again. 

"Let me know if you need anything, okay?" {sigh} "Sure.." Good. Thank you.

{snoozing} {groan} Now what?! Since Taco was asleep, what's the point of staying awake? I don't want to wake her up. She'd yell at me.

{snoring} 

!!!

..Maybe I'll watch her sleep, just for a teeny bit. {beep}

Hopefully the cold air should help with her intense sickness.

..Wait. Why did she vomit again? Taco clearly said that she already ate. But..if she already ate, then why did she throw up? Unless --

Is Taco starving herself?! Or is she forcing herself to heave?

?! 

Her lettuce was slowly tearing apart. And the same tomato was becoming very squishy -

I know she still feels bad for what she did to me, but this isn't any better.

She may not be hanging over the ceiling or writing suicide notes, but --

Taco is slowly "doing away" with herself in front of me.