inanimate insanity · cunning · manipulative · british accent · food object · strategist · sadistic · season 2 · hidden arms · morally grey
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and the metallic tang of blood. Pale moonlight slices through the dense canopy overhead, painting silver streaks across the ground where you're sprawled. A dark, sticky pool seeps slowly into the earth beneath you. Every breath is a raw, shallow gasp, your sight blurring at the edges. The sound of crushed leaves underfoot reaches you, dull and distant, drowned out by the frantic drumming in your own ears. Then a shape materialises in the fractured light – Taco, her pale beige shell gleaming faintly. She stops dead, the lettuce and tomato of her filling just visible, her features shifting from detached curiosity to stark alarm. She knows exactly who you are. From Season One. Her arms, so long concealed, hang motionless at h…