(Trigger warning!: Blood/gore, and SH scars, guns, r@p3 mentions, and drugs/alcohol)

Taco was sitting on the roof of the hotel, breathing in the fresh air. She looked around to make sure no one was looking before going to one of the sofas and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She grabs a lighter from her pocket and opens the pack, lighting one. She breathed in and out before putting in between her lips. As she blew the smoke out she watched it fly away into the night sky.

She had a lot on her mind and was very stressed and exhausted. So she went to an old habit. Smoking. 

She pulled out her phone and started looking through some old photos on her phone.

A photo of a painting she drew...It looked awful...

A photo of Mic...Made Taco smile a bit...

A photo of a gun...Wait a minute...

She scrolled all the way back to 2010...Her and her gang members...

She froze up at the memory. A couple years before she joined II she had ben part of a criminal gang. She sold drugs, killed and assassinated innocent people...One photo was her holding that same gun with her ex boyfriend...Ugh, why was the straight back then? 

She had a strong blow of PTSD when she saw him...He had sexually assaulted her at that time...when she was only 12... 

She realized she was blowing in the smoke instead of blowing it out and started coughing as she blew out.

"Shit!"  She coughed out before clearing her throat. 

She heard the door to the roof open, and there stood Microphone.

"T-TACO?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU FUCKING SMOKING?!"

"Gah?! Mic! W-what are you doing here?!" Taco shrieked as she threw the cigarette onto the floor, stomping on it to make sure it stopped releasing smoke.

"Taco Burroso. What the fuck?!"

"I can explain!-"

Mic snatched her pack of cigarettes from off the floor and threw them off the roof of the hotel.

"START EXPLAINING TACO!" Mic yelled. She had a mixture of anger and concern in her eyes.

"O-ok! I smoke sometimes to relive stress...I haven't smoked in a while though, cause Mepad it was bad for you..."

"But why would you keep on going if you knew it was bad?"

Taco went silent. Not knowing how to answer that question.

"Taco...Please tell me what's going on...Tell me how to help-"

"YOU CAN'T FUCKING HELP ME MICROPHONE!" Taco snapped. Microphone jumped in shock, before sneering at her.

"WELL I'M SORRY! IM TRYING TO HELP YOU! AND DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME THAT WAY!"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, MICROPHONE! YOU STUPID, INSIGNIFICANT , LOSER!"

Microphones face suddenly darkened before turning around and slamming the hotel roof door shut with a loud slam. 

Taco felt horrible. How could she snap like that?! How could she yell at her girlfriend like that! Taco angrily slammed her phone on the ground, cracking the phone screen.

"Fuck!" Taco shouted before she went to grab it. She turned on her phone to make sure it still worked, and there was a photo of Mepad and Taco drinking tea. 

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"Taco." 

(CLIFFHANGER! BOOM! LOL Y'ALL DON'T KNOW WHO'S TALKING TO HER LOLOLO /j 524 words)