Microphones POV.
"Taco? Ta-au-co!" I whined out, I imagined her chuckle going off in my head as I realized my voice cracked. Shit. Why is she the only thing on my mind right now? Mic! You have your own person to worry about. I comically slapped myself across the cheek. But it didn't hurt. I didn't even feel it. My hand phased through my chilled skin.
"What the fuck..?!?" I whisper yelled to myself. I always found comfort in talking to people, like Soap, or.. perhaps, no, I can't even deny it. Definitely Taco. I had to resort to talking to myself. Whenever I was sad, I blabbered to myself about everything going on inside my strange skull. This time though, it felt.. different. I felt like it was necessary to stay silenced, which wasn't usual of my dumb loudmouth.
I couldn't feel my own body. I felt like a spirit trapped in a cold shell. My eyes were still shut, I couldn't bare to even think of what could possibly be lying in front of me. The only think I could feel was the breeze of the cold air. I could just be imagining that though, is anything even real? Well I know for sure that inanimate insanity wasn't. Taco.. - ..she wasn't. She felt so real though. To me at least. It's like she .., broke the stereotype she was programmed to be? No. I'm just crazy. Is this how suitcase felt? Jeez.. My eyes felt glued shut as I took advantage of the rest of my senses. I've always had a good ear, yet I couldn't hear anything. Maybe a voice, but I knew that was just the one inside my head. The soles of my feet glided against the damp, or rather puddled floor. It was wet, but solid at the bottom. Like the liquid was spread equally all throughout.. wherever I am. I completely forget about the fact that my hand went through my face.
I fluttered and twitched my eyelashes against my under eyelids, before slowly opening my eyes. The first anomaly I saw was the slippery floor, it was like a perfect mirror. The floor resembled a lake, except a lake is deep and you fall in easy, and this floor is shallow, and not easy to avoid.
A lot like..
Taco and I
No! Not her! Ugh! Whyyy has she been the only thing on my mind.. ever since.. I.. gained my.. consciousness here? Why do I forgive her. Shes always been manipulative and evil! She's literally the villain of what.. was.. inanimate insanity, and yet I cooperated with her, and.. I .. feel.. that maybe.. I still care about her. I let out a loud groan aloud, and whisper to myself, "Now is not the time Mic.."
I couldn't help but close my eyes though. Close my eyes and imagine Taco in the reflection. Right by my side.
I snap out of it though, and turn around.
"What the...."
HOTEL OJ????
Tacos POV.
I wake up. Face flat on the floor, and a mouthful of what seems to be blood in my mouth. I could tell it wasn't blood though, this tastes even more.. iron.....y....? Words are not rushing to my head like they usually do, I feel.. off. I open my eyes almost immediately, confused on what's happening. I only remember Mic. Where's Mic? Is she safe? I know she'll never forgive me but let me worry about her! Who am I even arguing with.. there's nobody there! But myself. I get up, noticing how roughed up and ruined my suit is. I tailored it myself! .. As I get up, I embarrassingly slip. I blush, even though nobody's watching. When I pull myself up once again, I can't help but notice how .. reflective the ground is. Like a mirror. I decide to explore what seems to be like utter nothingness, being careful not to slip again.
I spot a.. what looks to be a building in the distance, but my body guides me to the lemon tree near instead. Why am I like this. A wave of nostalgia compels me as I grasp a lemon into my rough hands. I wasn't hungry, surprisingly, but I felt like I needed this. I rip open the lemon with the strength I had left, and take a bite.
Why. Did. The. Lemon. Fall. Through. Me.
I attempt to pinch myself, fulling expecting this to be a dream. My hand then proceeded to glide through my other arm.
WHAT THE .F—!
I cut myself off as I suddenly remember Mic saying something along the lines "swearing too much is bad, Taco."
Nobody's here, and it was only once, so why am I worrying? Perhaps it would make her proud. Or not. Maybe it's just like a reflex to me now. Microphones influence.
I then finally start my journey to the building in the distance.
I've always hated the color orange, the memory's aren't quite flooding back yet though.
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832 words! X3
1st chapter! This is my first ever fanfic, so I hope you liked it.. whoever's reading this 🤞
Sorry it's pretty short! Consider yourself lucky though because it was originally going to be cut off after Mics pov ended.. but a good song came on so I decided to make more.
I'll probably write more tomorrow because I'm kinda proud of this and I wanna make more ^_^ no promises though!
Anyways, bye the two readers I'll probably get lol <3 I'll be famous someday
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Here again. (Tacomic inanimate insanity)
Fanfiction-Takes place after II2 17- The pull was plugged. Everything created by melife is gone, including microphone and taco. Taco and mic are trapped in a mirror world with nothing but each other. They aren't even friends again yet! Can they get past this...
