Here again. (Tacomic inanimate insanity)

4 • You drew stars around my scars.

TW

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•Direct mentions of self-harm

Tacos POV.

I feel myself doze off into the trance of sleep. Tingles creep onto my hand, I can tell Mic is there. Dreamless slumbers I've always had, until now.

Me and Microphone. Back at Hotel OJ like nothing ever happened. Nobody at the hotel was even scared of me. It was.. peaceful for once, Pickle even forgave me. Mic and I were the bestest of companions. Except no longer partners in crime. Just .. normal friends. It was everything I could've ever dreamed of.

Until Mic pulled me in,

And kissed me

I kissed back

Is this what I want? No..

"Taco wake up! You're sleep talking!.. My.. name?"

"Sh—ihhh———oooooot, my apologies.. didn't mean to wake you up like-uh-that."

"Don't worry Taco.. why were you saying my name in your sleep?" Mic asked curiously. I just told her I forgot my dream.. which was a half lie. I remember kissing her, and that everything else in the dream was awesome.. but that doesn't mean my weird fantasies about her are awesome! I don't even feel that way about her.. My Moron of a brain.

Suddenly her hand subconsciously travels farther up my arm. I flinch and yank it away. She can't know. 

"Uh? Taco..? What's up?"

"None of your business!" I accidentally exclaim, a bit more furious than I would've preferred. 

"Geez... sorry."

Great. Now I feel bad. Maybe-maybe I should show her. No! She'll think it's her fault or something and blame herself.. classic Mic.

I lose myself in my thoughts before ultimately deciding to show her.

"If- you must know.."

"Don't feel inclined to tell me Taco, after all, it is none of my business." I can tell she suspected what's coming,

I slowly roll up my sleeve, and Microphone parts her lips and opens her mouth in shock before getting teary eyed.

"Taco," she pauses. "Is this or is this not my fault.?" She murmurs, obviously worried. "The latter." I whisper. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF TACO? WHY." All of the sudden, she's sobbing into my chest, nudging me with her fists. Shit. I shouldn't have showed her. 

She slowly quiets down. "Taco.. tell me why you did .. this." She points to my arms. 

"When season one ended. That's when I first started. I felt exceptionally guilty about ..," I hesitated. "Pickle. .. so.. I - grabbed the torch, and.." I feel my eyes start to rain. I couldn't bare to let out another word, so I just pointed to my arm. Mic kept listening carefully, nodding her head.

"I couldn't deal with the guilt anymore, so I just.. tried to find.. another companion, and the pain .. just for a moment.. took a pause.. But y'know how you and me turned out. I relapsed, this time with a blade. Can't say I didn't deserve it." I let out a painful chuckle.

Microphone pulls me in for a tight hug, so I continue whispering over her shoulder.

"I- had a dream.. a dream everything was nice, the hotel.. liked me. Even pickle forgave me. That was the first time in a long while I truly felt happy, other than.. last night." I blushed unnoticeably.