Here again. (Tacomic inanimate insanity)

3 • why.

     POVs are going to continue directly after each other in this chapter!

TW

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-very mildly implied SH

Mics POV.

      Taco, huh. Why her.

     So the steps were.. real. I tortured myself for no reason. Great!. At least.. she could hear me. Hear me enough to come over. Why do I even care. Why'd I even try to hug her. Why'd it have to be her. It should've been soap. I wonder if she's still out there.. in the "real" world. Nobody ever found her. It doesn't even matter anymore, she's dead. Everyone's dead. Taco just happened to be the one next to me. 

     I wipe my tears. I'm tougher than this. Taco's.... Still crying. I glaze over the scrapes and cuts on my arms, only to be met with no touch. Why do I still pity her. She did something bad! I pause as the words flow through my mind, about me, Taco, where we are.. Oh. It's not I anymore is it.. I guess I can worry about Taco, for now! N-nobody deserves this! Not even Taco, actually, no! She deserves this.. a little! Who am I kidding. Get yourself together Microphone!

     Deep down though.

     I know Taco doesn't deserve this at all.

I look back at Taco, only to see her trying to grab on to me, muttering desperate apologies. I thought she was smarter than this.

Tacos POV.

Without thinking, I foolishly attempt to grab onto Mic again. Words come out. I don't even know what I'm saying. All I know is that I feel right saying it. 

"Taco.. I .."

She pauses. I mirror her to let her speak, though I doubt she has anything to say.

"Taco,"

A tear flies down my face. I flinch and put my hands up, expecting her to hurt me. Not like I ..I don't deserve it. I do.

She grasps my wrists, I'm prepared for anything. I accept my fate as I slowly open my eyes to see her face one last time.

"Woah!," she lets out a slight yell. Soon after she takes a shaky breath. "T-Taco.. I -uh-m. I forgive you." She whispers hesitantly. I have no idea what to do, so I just unintentionally copy her tone of voice and utter out ..

"Oh."

One last tear shines past.

"Taco, I would never hurt you. Ever."

I feel as a toddler as I mumble out the same "Oh.." Why. Why. Why. Why does Microphone forgive me. All I've done is bad. She probably doesn't even mean it, who would? I'm Taco. Not Balloon, not Paper, not Knife.. Taco. Everything, and I mean everything I've ever done is unforgivable. I've been nothing but rude, selfish, and quite unmistakably, MANIPULATIVE?!?. I don't understand! I know I'm smarter than this.. why don't I understand. I always understand. Why now is my mind failing me. I-I need help. Help me.