{TACO! Pov}

Living in the forest clearly wasn't doing well for you, your head still hurt even after you'd been regenerated after shattering, It was disturbing at the least to see your remains and shells and lettuce everywhere... It was terrible enough Mic and Pickle don't forgive you. But what was even more terrible? you knew you wouldn't steal the prize. Let alone win it. You were just about to spiral even more into your depression when you heard someone speak

" Taco? Are you okay? "

Oh. It was just that damned Tablet Tabloid... Can't he just leave you alone for once?