Pickle used to be a bright, cheerful person who always seemed to be smiling and genuinely happy. That was until… the Taco incident. Taco had pretended to be his friend just to win Inanimate Insanity, and it had broken his heart.

Now, when you would gaze upon him, you couldn’t recognize him anymore. His sparkling eyes had sunken in, filled with madness. His once beautiful smile had curled downwards, burdened by sadness. His soft voice was now harsh and coarse, filled with anger. He was not the person he was, nor the person he wanted to be.

You and Pickle had been sitting on the couch together, talking. His eyes were dull as he frowned, not even cracking a smile at any of your words. You gently reached out to brush a strand of his curly brown hair behind his ear. He looked up at you, dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. You couldn’t recognize him anymore.