(II 18 song ref. HELP MEPHONE4 IS RELATABLE ON PAINFUL LEVELS AND  I KINDA JUST LOST ALL MY FRIENDS CAUSE MY MOM DOESNT WANT ME TO BE FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE WHOS PARENTS ARE DRUG ADDICTS SO IM NOT AWAY BUT CUZ I LOVE Y'ALL I'LL TRY TO PUSH OUT CHAPTERS!)

(TW: panic attacks , British people /j)

"What do you mean Taco? Mepad's dead! And he can't be recovered!"

"But...What if we made a robotic version on him?...Like...A duplicate that we have...?"

"...That sounds like a great idea!...But how will we do that?"

"Hm...Maybe get advice from Test Tube...?"

"Oh! The nerdy one right?"

"Mhm!"

Toilet yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"...Hey...Do you have a hotel room Lou?"

(A/N I'm so funny cause British people say Lou and they're both british)

"Lou...?"

"Yeah? Cause we're british?"

"OH MY GOD! HAHAHA!" Toilet laughed hard. "I like that nickname..."

"I'll be sure to use it Lou!"

"But on the hotel room part...No... But I didn't ask for one. cause mine's special!"

"Oh ok....Have a good night, Lou..."

"Good night..."

Toilet started walking off the roof. Sobbing. He couldn't hold it in anymore. With the party downstairs, the death of Mepad, Mephones apology , Tacos care...It was too much for his autistic self to process. He collapsed and clawed at his face. Basically screaming in pain and agony. 

Paper had noticed, since he was putting up more decorations , and ran over to him.

"T-Toilet! Are you ok?!"

Toilet kept on grasping his face, like he was trying to rip it off.

Paper knew what was happening now. All too well.

"TOILET! I NEED YOU TO BREATH BUDDY! BREATH!"

Toilet suddenly heard Mepads voice. He opened his eyes and saw mepad comforting him.

"It's going to be ok, Toilet. It'll be ok..." Mepad reasured him. Toilet wanted to speak, but no words came out. 

He wrapped his arms around him tightly. Sobbing into his shoulder. Suddenly it all faded away. Back to him hugging paper and not the love of his life.

"Are you ok now Toilet...?"

"Yeah...I am..."

"Do you need anything...? A glass of water...?"

"Yes please..."

Paper held his hand and led him downstairs. OJ was eyeballing the shit out of their hands once they got into the kitchen.

"Babe! there you are!" OJ said as he kissed his newfound boyfriend. Papers face turned as red as a rose.

"O-OJ! I-I'm just trying to get Toilet some water!"

"Oh. I'll give you a water bottle, Toilet."

"Thank you!"

OJ handed him a water bottle out of the fridge and Toilet opened it. He remembered Mepad used to open them for him in kindness even though he knew how to....

Mepad...Mepad...Mepad

Oh , the words he never told him...And the words he'll never get to hear...

"How is your experience at "The HOOT" so far, Toilet?" OJ questioned.

"It's fine I guess...there's just a LOT of people in a small space...I-I was fine when it was an open space with plenty of room...But now it's just crowded..."

"I understand you Toilet!" Paper replied. OJ nodded. "That's the most relatable thing I've heard so far."

"Well...I'm gonna head to bed...Good night you two!"

"Good night , Toilet!" OJ and paper shouted in unison.

Toilet smiled before heading back to his "room" which was the closet Mephone hid in. Or it was designed to be the closet he hid in. He laid down on the little bed he'd made himself, with an abundance of blankets and pillows on the floor.

He grabbed an item from the closest shelf and sighed. It was a tape recorder. It had Mepad singing to him with a guitar and everything. He played it and closed his eyes.

"You are my sunshine...My only sunshine...You make me happy...When skies are gray...No words can describe...How much I love you...My beloved. Toilet Gray..." Mepad sung as sweet as honey and as soft as a feather.

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(y'all thought it was the end??)

Taco stil sat on the roof top. Did he want to go back into the hotel...? W-what if she bumped into Pickle?!-- 

She slapped herself across the face.

"HOLD IT TOGETHER , TACO!" she scolded hersef. 

She shook off any fears and walked downstairs. Each step feeling heavier then the last.

Once she arrived at the party, Mic and Soap turned to her.

"Hey Taco ! Why'd you take so long?" Mic questioned.

"Yeah, are you good?" Soap followed along in asking.

"I'm fine ladies. I just needed a breather--"

Suddenly, "Karma Waits" started to play. Taco felt each lyric hit a little, no, straight up 'just hit home hard'.

Taco felt Mepad comforting her. She wanted to run up to him and hug him tightly. But she knew it was just a figment of her imagination.

"You're no menace Taco, how did they hurt you?"

Taco heard him say. But she shut her eyes tight and when she opened them he was gone...

"TACO?!!" Mic yelled at her, concerned. "A-are you ok?!"

"I...I'm fine...I'm going to bed...Good night, Soap and Mic."

Taco gave Mic a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs and into her shared bedroom with Suitcase. She wasn't there thankfully and Taco collapsed onto her bed.

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"We'll get you back, Mepad...I promise..."

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(HOLY ROLLY POLLY ROLLING AROUND IN GUACAMOLE A 838 WORDED LONG CHAPTER MAN THAT'S CRAZY WORK-- Hope u enjoyed byeeee)