Taco, as always, and no matter how inflammatory, is correct when she gives advice. And Microphone, as always, and no matter how dire, does not like to solve problems that hurt too much to solve.
So she does not solve her problem, and the noise persists. And so she accepts the noise, and the noise pierces her inner being. As much as it hurts, the catharsis would be too much for her to handle.
And the noise persists.
Microphone does not dare to tell Taco about her realization, and the noise follows the both of them; but only whenever Microphone thinks about the realization. And she stays cold, lonely, and in the dark from hereon, and she will continue to be so for as long as she opts to settle.
Her willingness to accept the noise scares her, despite its alien nature evaporating like the Sun spearing morning dew. It is not that the act of accepting the noise will create, within her, fear; it is instead that her negligence being a tangible choice has created, within her, fear. It is that her choices reach into ignoring choices that scares her. It is that refusing to recognize the noise has, in a twist of fate, made the noise a part of her.
The noise is indifferent.
Others notice the noise has followed her, too. And the noise, an infectious thing, an indifferent thing, follows them as well; but only whenever Microphone thinks about the realization. Microphone knows this, but lets the noise speak for her.
The others are indifferent.
The noise has, in a twist of fate, brought her sleeping world of cold, dark, and loneliness into her waking world.
It is now a part of her.
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FanfictionMicrophone has a realization. A story about things that go said and things that don't.
