Mercedes Benz Origins

Chapter 1: It's (Not) Raining Tacos

Jack had always been curious about The Mines. He was never allowed down there, as the Guiding Light had always found ways to keep him out. Mostly by fucking with the elevator. No one knows where Guiding Light gets all these tacos from, but they're always jammed in the elevator's systems. It takes weeks just to get all of them out, just for more to appear overnight. It's like Guiding Light has an affinity for stuffing tacos in machinery.

Guiding Light's strange fetish aside, most other entities were scared to go down there anyway, mostly because it was unfamiliar territory, and they didn't know if there were any predators they could end up prey to.

Maybe Drake? Epstein? Or just an entity with a hunger for other entities? It wasn't entirely impossible, as some already share hatred towards each other.

Especially Seek, nobody really liked Seek. Mostly because of his boastful, "I'm the Tumblr Sexyman" behavior, and his strange obsession with cereal.

Those that saw his rat-infested room came back traumatized. They told tales of empty cereal boxes dating back billions of centuries, as well as several detailed body pillows of Tony the Tiger.

Jack decided he'd had enough, and that he would see the Mines whether Guiding Light wanted him to or not. He took Rush with him to see if the elevator was jammed or not. To no one's surprise, it was.

"Guess Guiding Light really likes Taco Thursdays, huh?" Jack said, contemplating his options.

As soon as he said this, Rush's entire body proceeded to morph into the nerd emoji, sticking his finger up and saying "Ermmmm atchyally the term is Taco TUESDAY!!"

Jack then violently threw Rush out of the window. But Rush survives, because he's canonically immune to fall damage.

Jack decides to grab a taco and stuffs it in his apparently existing pockets. It always helps to have an emergency taco.