Uh...first Ii Fanfic Lol. But I Just Had To Write This, So...here.

Uh...first ii fanfic lol. But i just had to write this, so...here.

Where Do We Go?

Where does one go when they die? What occurs in the liminal space between life and death, when one can do nothing but wait to be revived?

Taco finds out the hard way.

Seeing Taco shatter right before their very eyes was not something the last four contestants thought would be happening on this particular day. They could see the dents in her face, scrutinized every stifled wince as she moved, but they never realized the extent of her pain. They couldn’t have- or perhaps, didn’t want to.

MePad stared down at her bow tie, watching as the contestants jumped off of their platforms. His eyes narrowed as he turned towards MePhone, who was deliberately ignoring his gaze.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked sharply. “Or perhaps, someone?”

The gazes he drew weren’t happy in the slightest, and perhaps a bit annoyed at his reminder of the antagonistic object. But he kept his gaze stern as he stared down at MePhone.

“You…are bringing her back, right, MePhone?” Knife asked, a bit worriedly.

Silent, MePhone crossed his arms in contemplation. The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation.

MePhone stared, then shrugged. “Well? What do you all think?”

MePad felt a glitch of shock shudder through him at the contestants’ nonchalance. Taco was gone, and yet…

“You hold her life in your hands, MePhone.” MePad loomed over him threateningly, stepping towards him. MePhone froze. As did the others. MePad took another step.

“Bring her back, now.”

-

Nothingness. Complete and utter nothingness. A void, endlessly swallowing itself. Oroboros personified. Spinning, spinning, an infinite drop from a cliff high in the air.

And Taco was at the center of it all. Powerless, she fell.

She cried out, and yet her voice was stolen from her. She turned and flailed, arms reaching for something solid, something concrete, something real. Something to tether her to the realm she existed in, because surely she was tangible. Taco was real; she was real, she was deeply flawed, she was a manipulative, horrible individual. But, if nothing else, she had hands and arms and she existed.

…Right?

Gained…nothing…

-just…using you-

Apart of…a plan…

As soon as the voices came, they went. Snuffed out like the light of a candle. With it came resounding pain, thudding inside her right eye. Something cracked and another snapped, and she was suddenly shattering all over again. Bright, searing heat burning her from the inside out-

Only to go cold again. Resetting.

And she was still floating. Floating in nothingness, staring up at nothing. Perhaps this was not nothing, and it was something. Perhaps she had gone blind? Had gone deaf? But at least she had not yet lost the ability to feel. Yes, yes, there was no reason to fear, because if anything, she had her hands, and she could count her fingers up to ten, and-

Taco pressed her hands together. Or, she thought she did. But she felt nothing. No pressure against her digits, just her hands flailing in the nothingness. She tried to feel herself, but there was nothing there. Nothing.

She was nothing.

Gained…nothing…

-just…using you-

Apart of…a plan…

Is this…what…you…said to ?

To who? To who? Who did she say it to? Who did she wrong? Who was it, who was it? Why couldn't she remember?

Is this really what you want?

What did she want? What did she not want? What, what, WHAT?! What did she do, where did she go wrong, why was her memory so-?!

Do you know…who I am?

…

Who…was…she?

~

The fall ended abruptly. The plummet uncerermoniously dropped Taco onto soft grass, hard dirt, and her own limbs. Pain shivered up her arms and legs, but it was nothing compared to whatever she had just been in.

The void. The endless, nothingness void. The falling, the-

She was heaving in breath after breath. Her arms came around herself, checking, solidifying everything, making sure that she was still here. That she was here, and she existed, and…and…

Hands, she had her hands. Her feet, and her body. And she had air, flowing in and out of her mouth. She had the ground beneath her, and the voices around her. The sun was shining in the sky, and it was blazingly warm compared to the cold of that…that…

“I…” Her mouth felt dry. A tear dripped onto her hand. Warm. Real. “I thought…”

It was silent. She felt eyes drilling into her. Maybe they were concerned. Maybe Taco just wanted them to be concerned. Maybe they believed she would be better off gone.

Someone was speaking, but she couldn't hear their words.

She did feel a pressence at her side, reassuring her. Cool glass pressed into her back, and a fuzzy feeling overtook her body as they teleported away.

One question lingered in her mind: What happened?

it makes me so fucking angry. Why do palestinians trying to escape genocide have to ask how you are. Why do they have to apologize for sending asks. Why must every message stast with saying they wish the reader well, they they hope you're doing okay, that they're so sorry to bother you. Do these people have to act nice and sweet for anyone to care? Do they have to make sure you're doing well before they have the right to ask for anything? Its horrific.

blinks slowly before turning to gaze at my blog, neow a deserted land..... sighs sadly before falling to the floor oh so melodramatically

WOW i cannot believe this... this agony... this unfortunate happening... (I Sound Too Stoic HELPP HHSHBDHBCSK)

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Do you ever become mutuals with someone you share an intense interest with and it becomes this limbo of "I want to be your friend SO fucking bad but I'll eat a shoe before dm-ing first"

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