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It hasn’t been a day and yet Pickle already wants a restraining order.
Taco keeps trying to talk to him every five minutes giving him that look from the meme about Dungeon Meshi and Pickle has to resist punching her in the face each time.
“So, uh-“
You know what? He’s fucking done. She wants to talk? Ok, he’ll talk. “‘So, uh, I know I lied to you and used you the whole time we were friends which by the way was all a ploy for me to get further in the game and I never considered you a friend and I thought you were stupid but it wasn’t actually like that and you should totally trust me again even though you have no reason to’? The answer is no, Taco.” He watches her face flash with feelings of embarrassment and nervousness but no guilt. She stutters and fumbles with sounds and letters and she looks… sad.
He was sad too. “Taco. There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind about you.” Her face falls into a familiar kicked puppy expression that Pickle once found cute back in Season 1. Now it just irritates him. “Please, Pickle, I-“ “You hurt me, ok? You hurt me like how Knife hurt Marshmallow-“ “I never harmed you-“ The way she says it like she has no actual idea of what he’s talking about is just- “You hurt me emotionally, Taco! Is that not obvious by now? I trusted you, helped you, cared about you, only for you to have never seen me as anything more than a tool! Did you ever consider how it would feel if our roles were reversed? How you would feel if I did all that to you and you had complete faith that I cared about you as a friend and equal?”
She just stares at him in complete confusion. “I- should I have felt that? I didn’t, I don’t-“ Pickle knows he shouldn’t feel bad for her. But part of him does, just a little. That doesn’t mean he can forgive her. Pickle can never forgive Taco after all she did. He can’t forget how she used his trust for her own gain. But there is something he can do. “Taco. We can’t ever be friends again. That bridge is burnt. But there’s other people here who you can become friends with, real friends. Our friendship? That wasn’t real. Relationships are built on trust and care from both sides. If you abuse someone’s trust, they won’t want to give it to you anymore. Imagine if you had asked Mic to help find you more lemons, but instead she kicked you into a hole and left you there. Or something. How would it make you feel?” Taco’s face shifts around. “Upset, and confused, and angry. I asked Mic for a simple favor and she left me alone in a pit! But why would Mic do that to me? Mic likes me.” Pickle sighs. “Because that’s how Mic would feel if you were the one who left her in a pit. Its how you made me feel. You have to imagine how you would feel if you were in their place, and they were in yours.”
It finally seems to click for Taco, or at least Pickle guesses. “Ok, now please don’t talk to me unless someone is dying or something.” He stares at the mentally bluescreened blonde and sighs. “You’re on the right track, Taco. Good job.”
Mic
Pickle: hey mic come pick up your less and less toxic yuri gf i had to explain to her how empathy works
Mic: sorry bout that pickle
Mic: taco says that she gets why you leave anytime she enters the same room as you now
Mic: thank you
Mic: you’re a good friend
Pickle: im not tacos friend
Mic: omg no you dumbass
Mic: i was talking about us
Mic: you’re a good friend to ME
Mic: even though i date your toxic ex
Pickle: soap promises me ill get the first hit in if taco breaks your heart so yeah
Pickle: you should maybe get a child leash though after all it works for lightbulb
Pickle: nevermind she used scissors on it