DISCONTINUED, BUT NOT DELETING!!! (Object show x reader)

Yan! Taco x Reader

"Why do you wanna know?" I take out my tazer. "Just answer the damn question!" "Well, we've known eachother since kindergarten. So more then 15 years.. Damn im old!" She face palm. I mumble Then its risky to get rid of her. She looked at me, confused. "Nothing, Nothing. I just need to do something." I say.

---Under here is mic dying lmao---

As I take my tazer, I jab it into her face. She screams, then she falls down onto the floor, paralyzed. I then look around to find a branch. I succeeded in finding a branch, and it was pointy. Good enough for the job. I then stab it in her until she is fully limp. 43 times to be exact. Blood was everywhere, stained on to her, the grass, the branch, and myself. But all I could do was smile. I took some blood off my face and told myself:

"Its all for y/n, after all."

--She aint dying anymore---

I then drag her body to a lake i found, then I just drop her in. "Whoops!" I say. I then throw the branch in with her. It was heavy enough to sink. "Since she died like that, mephone4 cant recover her! Great, great." I said, smiling more and more.

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Y/N's POV:

DID I JUST SEE TACO KILL MICROPHONE?! WHAT THE HELL?! I cannot believe it. Shes really dead. I've done enough research to know mephone4 cant revive people that have died like that. I cant believe her. I cant. I kind of trusted her, but this was beyond what I can hold. IVE KNOWN HER FOR 15 YEARS FOR CHRIST SAKE! All of that down the drain. But ill avenge mic.

I will avenge Microphone.

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No ones POV:

Y/n shed some tears, walking back to hotel OJ. Speedwalking to be exact. It is 12:04 AM. Y/n quietly goes upstairs into their room they share with paintbrush. Y/n of course thought paintbrush was sleeping, but they we're up drawing in their sketchbook. You quietly opened the door, and they looked up. "Where were you?!" They asked. They were WAYY to overprotective over you, because you've been friends with them for a decently long time. "I was worried sick!" "I was just.. taking a walk." You say, laying on your bed. They stop sparking, due to seeing you've been crying. "You've been crying, I can tell. What happened?" They asked, now in a more concerned tone then ever. "It's nothing, just leave me alone." You face the other way. "If you say so.." They then continued to sketch, still concerned. You just scrolled on your phone, that same scene replaying in your head.

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OMG NEXT DAY!!

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Y/N's POV:

I had thought of the idea ever since.. THAT... happened. I think its a great idea to execute. Just have to time it PERFECTLY though.. Which will be rough and risky, but will work. Someone just needs to be there at the right time..

Id sigh, knowing this would be near impossible.

Unless..

Wait..

Maybe they could be there. And then maybe at the right moment, they can help me get rid of her?

Perfect.

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No one's POV:

Y/n went up to paintbrush and asked them to talk to them. As the friend they are, paintbrush agreed. They went to their room. "Hey paintbrush? You know that night where I came really late?" "Yeah? What about it?" You then explain what happened, while crying and hugging them. They hugged back, also shedding some tears with you. You three were the trio, or so everyone said. Now that taco ruined it, y/n was going to ruin her.

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Y/N's POV:

I wiped my eyes with my hands. After this talk with paintbrush, I never really told them who did it. They wouldn't believe me anyway. Unless they would, I don't know. "But... I do know who did it." "Who.?" "I'm going to sound crazy but..

Taco."

"I.." They we're speechless. "I was thinking maybe we could kill her bec-." I was greeted by a hug. "I know what your gonna say, and I completely agree." I hug back, smiling.

Now the plan can truly begin.

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Paintbrush's POV:

Y/n told me the idea, and I thought it was a very well-planned out. Now, it was just planning it was the problem. The timing had to be exact, if not.. we could be with mic basically. I told y/n her backstory, since they were unaware. They weren't very surprised, and if I were them, I wouldn't be either. "Are you ready?" "Hell yeah!"

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Taco's POV:

I had taken many pictures of y/n. They are just so perfect! In every way! Just not smart to find out I killed mic, but hey! I wouldn't be so nosy either. I was looking through their window, and they shared a room with.. that tall one from last season. Tsk tsk tsk.. sad. Another life going down the drain. After getting rid of fan and testtube, lightbulb maybe next.. They should just know not to touch or talk to them! But that tall one is definitely next. I see them both exit that hotel, and go into the forest. Perfect...

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No one's POV:

If only taco knew that was the whole plan. The whole plan was to lure her to try and kill paintbrush and kidnap y/n. Something makes me feel bad, but it makes me feel good. Y/n and paintbrush are just talking about stupid shenanigans lightbulb does. Y/n and paintbrush made a warning. If one of them coughs 3 times, then the other gets ready. Paintbrush did this, and y/n nodded. Before taco could do anything..

—-Death happens under this lmao—

Y/n ducks down while paintbrush swoops over where y/n used to stand, grabbing tacos arm. Then paintbrush picked taco up by her arm, then throwing her to the ground. "The fuck?!" She shouts, holding her shoulder in pain. Y/n took out the bat they packed, holding it in a practice stance. They then keep smacking it into taco. Even after she was limp, y/n just kept going. Blood splattered everywhere. There was so much, it even got on paintbrush, and they were a safe distance away because they were on guard just in case anyone came. After 67 swings at the taco, y/n stops, wiping the blood off of  their face. They grab tacos body, and they went to the hole paintbrush dug before hand. They threw taco in the hole. Both paintbrush and y/n starting digging it back up. Blood was still splattered all over everywhere. This is the exact place mic died, and they didn't even know. They just wanted to kill her.

—-No more death yay—-

"No one's here, correct?" Y/n asked. "Nope, cost is clear. Even if, we can just say we painted." "Good point. Let's just head out." Then that was it.

Taco, microphone, testtube, fan. All eliminated. From a snap of a finger.

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THIS IS THE LONGEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN HOLY SH!T.

LIKE THIS TOOK ALL DAY.

FWC: 1766.😭😭