// No POV
After they all moved into the hotel, which didn't take much effort, Taco felt at home with all her former teammates and former enemies, now all her close friends. She felt welcomed, despite being someone she wasn't. it made her feel like someone could accept her for who she was. She knew they wouldn't, though. At least, she convinced herself that was true.
She thought she had been so ready to tell them all, but every time, she was interrupted. As if, the universe didn't want her to. Like the universe was giving her a sign to not. She'd tried to go against the universe so many times, but it never worked.
She thought about it, and decided it was best to defy the universe, but in a way that made it happy. Instead of telling the whole hotel at once, she'd just tell Pickle. She'd trusted him the most to keep a secret. She knew he's accept her, after a lot of thinking. And, I mean a lot. She thought about every possible option or way it could go, most of them being negative. Some others were neutral, and only one or two being positive.
She knocked her shell on Pickle, eventually kicking the green object to get his attention.
"What's up?" He turned from talking to Knife to looking at her.
"SOUR CREAM!" This time, she had intent. 'Follow me.'
And he understood. Maybe she really meant all the stuff he'd said she did. "Sorry Knife, I'll be right back. You know Taco. Always off on her way to go do something adventerous!"
Pickle and Knife, laughed, and then Pickle turned away. Taco walked off, Pickle following closely behind. As they got to their assigned room - labeled with post-its until they'd remember, theirs green - Taco sucked through her teeth. 'Maybe this isn't the best idea' She thought. 'Maybe I should give up. Stay like this forever. Say something stupid and get out of there.'
"So, what's up?" Pickle shut the door behind him, and sat himself on Taco's lemon-spotted bed sheets. His green bed had sat across the room, separated by two night stands. Both with an alarm clock, and both with a lamp. Pickle had a photo of him and Taco on a picnic on his, as well. Taco, of course, had a yellow neon sign, in the shape of a lemon. It had no significant meaning, but they both found it nice decoration.
A sense of deja-vu washed over Taco. She knew she was doing what was right. She had always thought deja-vu was a sign you were doing things right, so she knew it was. She extended her arms, previously tucked into her shell. "Uhm... hi?" She waved, and smiled nervously.
It was like she was hearing her own voice for the first time, as well. She knew Pickle had seen her like this, and heard her voice before, but it never occurred to him that that was who she truly. She crossed her legs, and help her hands in her lap. Pickle chuckled, and smiled nervously.
"Uh... hi to you, too, Taco." He waved back.
"I know it's new, and stuff, but... this is me. And I felt like... I should tell you. You're my friend."
"You're British?" He gasped. "I always thought that was some funny gag! I didn't think you actually were!"
"Yes...? Regardless, I wanted you to know. I don't want them to know. Any of them." She stood up. "Especially Knife. Please don't tell anyone."
He sighed. "I won't tell anyone, you can trust me."
"Thank you." She hugged him, then retracted her arms again. "Aroo!"
"Besides, Taco, who would want to know you're British?"
They both laughed for a moment.
Pickle smiled, and chuckled. "You're welcome, Taco." He picked her up on his back(??) and they left.
When they got back in the lobby, Knife asked Pickle a whole bunch of questions. He knew exactly how to answer them without raising suspicion. Knife glared at Taco multiple times, like she had just murdered his family. She typically responded with a smile, and occasionally some 'catchphrases' she'd gained throughout the series. "Sour cream!", "Aroo!', and utter gibberish tended to be the most common response she'd given to him, although there were a few others.
While she and Pickle had found it hilarious, Knife wasn't so amused. He'd snarl, growl, and make just about any other displeased noise one could. By the end of the day, Taco and Pickle were conversing like any normal person in their room.
They'd do... normal things. Talk, and play games, and stuff. Taco found it more comforting to use her voice around him. She didn't hate her voice, anymore. She liked to use it. But.. she also liked to keep her silliness.
And that's how a lot of the days went. Talking, and messing around. Well, up until...
"Guys, I think that's a... plane?"
"Thanks Mr. Obvious... I think."
"You mean Mrs. Obvious! Uh- nah-nah-nah. I'm just playin' I really have no clue."
"Well, let's go see who it is."
It was MePhone. He was back for a season 2. This, by far, would be Taco's biggest chance yet. To tell the world. But, she knew it wasn't right. The deja-vu wasn't there. It made her feel.. bad. It felt wrong. Like it wasn't right.
So... she delayed it. And, the wheel MePhone had spun again and again finally landed on her. She had made it into the season. A lot of them didn't... including Pickle. She was sad. She'd have to do it by herself, this time. She'd have to tell them on the show.
She wanted them to know, but she wasn't sure when she was ready, but she knew she had to. That was her goal. To have everyone know. At least, by the end of the season.
// WOOOOH!!!!! SHE GETS ADDED TO THE SEASON! NO REPLACEMENTS, SHE JUST EXISTS NOW!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH I HAD TO ADD HER TO THE SEASON, TOO. IT WAS WRONG NOT TO. I FEEL SO AMAZING WRITING THIS LIKE WHAT?? But it's out now! Total word count - 1000 //
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What it Could've Been - An Inanimate Insanity AU
Fanfiction"STOP CHEERING YOU FOOLS!" The words were at her throat, but she decided against it. Maybe it was best. Yeah blah blah blah I don't know something professional. Taco didn't mess up big time in this AU.
