3rd person PoV
Lightbulb rushed back to the spot where she met Taco, beaming.
...genuinely for once.
She stumbled through the underbrush, finally running across Taco. She comes to an abrupt stop, nearly falling backwards.
"He said yes!!"
"Wait, really..?"
"Of course. Why would I lie about that..?"
She takes Taco's hand and leads her back to the hotel.
"We'll go in through the back so you don't have to go through the main lobby, ok?"
Taco nods, and they walk in the back door. They slip into the elevator without notice, and go up to the fourth floor, where most of the vacant rooms are. Finally, Taco can feel the comfort of a mattress under her for the first time in..
"Hey, uh.. What year is it..?"
"2023, why?"
"Just curious.."
She was shocked at that info, it'd already been 12 years since..
She snaps out of her thoughts through the sound of Lightbulb exiting the room.
She starts to mumble to herself, enjoying the comfort of the mattress.
"..I thought it'd be at least somewhat difficult.. but that was easier than easy."
She chuckles, having had full malicious intent on getting let into the hotel. But she pauses, doubt clouding her mind. She's already made it this far.. why continue? She has hospitality now. She can feel her vengefulness ebb away slowly as she thinks about how.. long it's been. 12 whole years.. and she's still holding a grudge..?
She starts to sob, genuinely now. Why is she so pathetic..? She doesn't want revenge anymore, she's gonna get over that pettiness. She stands up, going to look at herself in the mirror. All her toppings are in horrible shape, and her shell is cracked slightly. She carefully removes her toppings, and she feels vulnerable, so very vulnerable. She hadn't taken her toppings out in years, she felt so fragile without them. She steps into the small shower, making sure to have the water as cold as she can handle so she doesn't get too soggy.
As soon as she's done, she sits in front of the window, trying to dry naturally, looking over at the clock. 4:00 PM. One of her least favorite times, it just feels so.. uncanny. She notices a TV in the room, not sure how she didn't see that. She quickly grabs the remote, turning on the flatscreen, looking like a child watching Sunday morning cartoons. Eventually she gets dried, and walks back into the bathroom, feeling so, so much better.
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she isn't how she seems - ii
Fanfiction"The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be aveng...
