Chapter 1.7 : Artificial Facade Parents.

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(Artificial Facade basically means Fake)

( -_•)╦̵̵̿╤─    𖣠

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After a while of hugging Microphone and Pickle broke the hug and looked at Taco, she looked lifeless but alive. Microphone was scared that she would lose her ex-friend.

"I'll bring you food". Pickle says as he gets up and walks outside of the infirmary.

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Taco slowly looks at Microphone, she realised that Microphone was crying that much? She hadn't knew someone she knew would cry for her after all, she was a useless idiot person.. right?

"I-I'll go tell others you're awake. And please.. stay here.. OJ allowed you to stay here. Please d-don't leave me..". Microphone says, she almost started crying. Taco, using her last bit of energy raises her only arm and slowly pats Microphone's back. She felt safe around Taco. Steadying her breathing, she gets up and leaves the infirmary.

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Taco felt a sense of weakness within her body, she was really tired and her head was hurting, she couldn't talk as her throat was sore. She was too weak to move and she was letting her guard down. Taco was too clouded before suddenly passing out.

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"Welcome Back, Taco.". Taco suddenly wakes up in the dark, void, again. She fears the familiar voice.











"M-Mom..?". Taco says, she looks around and doesn't find her.










"Oh Taco.. you are a great daughter to me and him..".










"M-Mom..? Where a-are you..?".










"Walk away towards the light shining behind you.. come closer to the dark. We need to see you..".











"I-I- but mom.. I can't see a-and I don't want to go through the dark..".










"You. Should. Come. To. Us.".










"D-Dad..? You too there..?".










"Of course daughter, I also with mom and you should come to us.. and get away from the light".









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"H-Huh..".









"Come to us. Don't leave us here Taco.".











"M-Mom, Dad, why don't you come here-"









"SHUT UP AND COME HERE NOW".










"W-What..?".












"COME HERE".










"W̷̨̲͙̰̥̖̰͓͓̱̖̥̑͛͒̌͗̂́̀E̵̛̜͖̼͍͈̠̰̪̊̈́̄̄́̔̎̆̽̓͘͝͝ ̴̧̲̻̫̰͇̰͖̭̖̼͕̜̌̒H̸͔̱̟͔̱̣̜̻͔̙̋͗̃͜Á̸̧̳̯͉͓̳̝̼̞̘͍͇̈́̈́͊̽̇̋́̍͛̾͜Ţ̴̛̟̻̤̟̙̪́̊̒̏̈́̏̑͂̂̆̄̿E̵̅͛̂̇̓͑̚͠͝ͅ ̵̣̦̜̦͍͙̝̺͊̿̓̿̾̔̾Y̷̡̛͔͉̭͓͔̓̈́́̂̌̇̆̆́͐̒͠Ő̵̰̭͈Ú̸̡̦̣̠͇̩͍̮͎̊̈́̾̽̔͑͋̆͘̚̚͠͠".

(We Hate You.)








"M-Mom..? *sniff* D-Dad..? *sniff*".




"Y̷̦̬̹̋Ơ̸͖̪̤̩̯̯̖̏̀͋͐̈̈̐̂́͌͘͜͠Ū̴̫̞̬̭̞̱̦̫̯͙̿̾͂̄̋͠ ̶̡͎̜̲͔̻̪̩̻͙̠̙̃͆͆͌͐͑͗͋͋̑̓̏̚Ą̴̠͕͎̦̔ͅŖ̶̗̰̫̳̱͇̟͍͚̹͚̌̋̔̔̆͂̄̍̅͂̊̈́Ę̸̼̫̫͉̦̝̗̻̤̂̒̄̑̑͝ ̷̨́̆U̷̧̨̫̩̠̰͚̗̲̖̽̌̓̀̋S̴̢̯̍́͂̈́̌̌͑̍̽̑̄̐͐̾͠È̷͕͊̐̽̈̓̏̓̅̎̕͠Ļ̷̢̩̩̞̦̹̻̗̺̦̭̥̰̒͒̓Ë̶̡̞̖̖̱̘̈́̐́͌̈́̇S̵̢̥̼̪̹̳̱̽͂͘Ś̷̼̦͉̦͉̅͂̈̈́̓̇̐͋̚.̴̨̠͇̤̠̮̎̌̓͛̂́͋̊͆̀͗͝͝ͅ ̴̡̘̤̖̮͈͍̙̗͋̈́̚Y̶̢̲̖̬̹̜̻̲̝͈̒͋̓͛͌̎͛͘͝ͅO̶̲̟͎͉͋͜Ủ̴̙̰̣̲͉̬̹̠̯̖͉̈́̒̋͒́̌̓̚͝ ̷̠͕̝̓̈́̎̏̏̂K̶̢̲̮͔̩̟̙̭̖̟̘̼̱̰̺̇̾͆I̵̛̱̬̗̬̼̲͔̓̅͛́̏̈́̆̎ͅͅL̷̢̼̻̮̖̗͖͙͙̭͒̿̃̇̌͊̊̃̃͜͠L̸̜̭̹̰̼̠̰̰̫̮̝̍̀́̇̊̃́̓̒̉̕̕͝͝Ḛ̶̡̢̢͇͚̯̮̘̺̪͂̆D̶̢̡̘̖̥̙̪̬͂̇͐̐̉̊̑̿͑̾̍̋̒̎͜͝ ̴̻̠̞̥͔̼͙̬̙̞̲͕̹̟͝U̷̥̹̣͉͐̎͑̊̈͜S̶̳̝͆̓̈̇̇.̴͚̣̻͓̳̼̮̗̪̭̊̈̄̉̇̌͜ ̴̢͎͔̔͆̾̆͛̿̂̈́̂͒̍̏̀͝͝T̵̢̡̨̤͉̝̠̟̥̼͛̏͛̈̈́ͅH̷̫̜̝͉̬͕̫͙̥̲͆͘͘I̸̧͉̪̩͇̱͖͑̒̆͐́͆͘Ş̷̥̰̟̲̪̥̖͎̫͖͂͊̽͊̔ͅ ̵̜̱͚͛̀͆̃̎̄̈́͐͒͘Ì̶̧̛̬̩̥̻͚̘̫̦͕͌͑͋̉̒̊ͅS̶͕̟͎̰̾̆͂̐́͠ ̶̮̟͍͕͔͙̣̻̹̹̤̦͈̪̀̀͂̾͗̈̓͝͝A̴͔̭̚ͅL̸̼͓͖̺̲̹̊L̴̢̬͆̈͐ ̶̛̞̮̟̟͎̬͔́̈́͆̐̅̇̅̚Ȳ̸͔̻͎͙̺͎̝͚̘́̅̈́̎̍͊̒̈̈́̓̒͊͜͜Ö̸̢̥̳͚́͂Ú̴̻̘͓̺̭̭̖͙̝̑̒̊̎̋̅́̑̽̕͝͝ͅŖ̸̙̱̝̠̰̈́͛͘̚͝ ̵̛̬̼̝̲̳͈̻̖̩͉̭̝̗̀̋̐̀́͝F̴̧̛͖̱̰̗̙͚͍̭̃̑͋̃̊͆̈́̄̀̂̈́̑͑̊A̸̼̣͔̪͎̘̥̳̺̍̆͛̽̃͘U̸̲͓̟̻͒͛̀́̌Ļ̶̖̄͑͗̈ͅT̴͔͈̻͙̎̇̇̐͛̓̐͛̌̔̐͛͜͝.̴̢̰̮͙̠͔̳̻͔̞̖̂̽̒͗͗̈́̃͂ͅͅ".

(You Are Useless. You Killed Us. This is all your fault.)








"N-No.. *sniff* *sniff* p-please.. ...s-stop... *sniff*"









"TACO??".

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