Monsters Volume 2

Day 5 (Suspicion)

Cucumber's POV

"What?" She didn't answer, she only took a sip of water in a tea cup. I just stare at this lady, then I realize that's not a lady, that's a girl, and that girl is Taco! I didn't want to get in trouble so I just walk into the kitchen to get breakfast, turns out it's not even morning. It's 12 in the afternoon, I can't believe I slept that late. I want to eat but I can't help but wonder what my family is doing. "What are you doing, Pickle?" I ask. "Researching a disorder, you wouldn't understand"

That's not a real answer, I thought, and I don't like how quite it is in this house. I just grab a cinnamon bun, go upstairs to my parents room to at least play a little bit of the games they took away from me. I can't find them, I keep searching and searching for anything that my mom is hiding from me. After I had already finished the entire cinnamon bun, a solid 20 minutes past before I found something else instead. A credit card! I grab my dad's phone and search for a 'camera that works in the dark' and a few long lasting voice recorder things then order them.

I go back down and see everyone is how of the house. I walk to our front yard seeing Taco leaving with my day. "Mom, where is dad going?" I ask while her and Pickle wave goodbye. "You're father is taking Taco back to her old house to help her pack."

Through the whole drive way, through Jalapeño's perspective, Taco has become more calm despite her sporadic moments of self worth. "Down here?" Jalapeño asks getting a nod as a response. She walks in the woods just outside of town and insists Jalapeño to not follow her as he doesn't know how far she's really going.

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(Yes this part is day 5, which means I'm finally back on track. Yay!)

Taco's POV

Wait.. I was about to leave my room, I know for a fact that I was going to puke. Not only am I better, and in a different room, but.. something feels different. *sniff* *sniff* Mom..? Dad? No.. it couldn't be, right? I look down at the wooden floor. I take apart the wooden floorboards, which is surprisingly easy, almost like it was built that way. My eyes widen.. this has to be a dream right? I pinch my arm so hard it begins to bleed.

It's no dream, the jars of my parents' kgunes are here... I didn't know how to react so I just hid them back under the floorboards. How is this possible? I left them in my old house! I should be joyed to see them again, but I'm not. I don't know why, but I just want to be alone.

"Taco?" Pickle said looking concerned. "She'll never open up to you by herself." A slight confusion went through Pickle before asking. "Are you.. not Taco?"

"If your query is an attempt to corporate your supposition that I am one of these personalities, than you would indeed be correct."

Confused by her way of speaking, Pickle introduces himself and asks her name. "Cato Dara." "Well Cato, would you mind introducing yourself to my family?" Without saying another word, Cato grabs Pickle's hand and leads him down stairs in front of his parents. "Mom, dad, this is T- Cato" Both of Pickle's parents looked at each other in confusion until he whispers in his mom's ear." "I think Taco might have MPD" Sauerkraut asked Cato to leave. "Pickle, I understand why you think that Taco has mutiple personalities, and you could be right. But she could have a lot of things like schizophrenia, bipolar, slit brain." "But you're a doctor, shouldn't you run tests?" Sauerkraut signs at her ignorant son. "I'll have to contact the orphanage and tell them where she is, then we'll see"

Dara had listened into whole conversation, between the mother and son. Knowing she only has a short time before Pickle's mother asks questions through Taco's lie, and cautious Cucumber's camera plans.