Taco seemed to be deep in thought, staring off at her old.. accomplices.. Microphone and Pickle. She’d used Pickle’s trust and friendship as nothing but a cover until the final two of season one, where she tried to steal the million… and then offered to split the money 50/50 with Microphone in season two, forcing her ideas and violent plans onto her. After all she’d done, all the time she spent using them, selfishly, to take advantage of them.. they were just.. talking to each other.

She didn’t understand why that made her shell hurt so much.

After all she’d done, she would never be forgiven. She knew that. Those two knew that.. everyone on the god-forsaken island knew that..! So.. why couldn’t he? Why was MePad, the electronic device that had assisted that MePhone4 all this time, helping her, after all this?

She’d kidnapped him, and here he was, acting like some therapist to try and quell her worries. It baffled her to no end, but… she supposed the company was… appreciated… even if she’d never tell him that.

After a while of staring off into the distance, she sighed, turning to face MePad with a solemn expression on her face.

“You could have left whenever you wanted, couldn’t you..?”