A Man of The Pipis: A SpamtonxReader fic

Rising Tension

Spamton never came out for dinner. You wondered why Chet didn't bother to make your new little friend a plate, but after he didn't even show, you realized it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Still, the gesture would have been nice..
You and Chet spoke to each other for hours. Even though you'd finished your food, you two sat and talked with the audience of empty bowls and glasses. Night fell and the glow of the city filtered in through the windows. You discussed life, new habits, perspectives, and... Spamton. You couldn't stop talking about him. It was strange how he invaded your mind, and only about a week and a half ago you two had met. Were you that close to him already..? "Well, you seem to like that Spamton guy a whole lot! Maybe he isn't too bad of a little pet after all." Chet snorted, putting his dishes away. "He's not a pet, Chet. He's a person. C-can you maybe stop calling him that, by the way? it really irks me." You snapped, catching your old friend off guard. "Oh.. Yeah, sure.. Jeez, Y/N, a little defensive today?" He muttered. You felt your stomach tying up in knots. You wanted to defend your new friend with any words possible. He meant a lot to you now and just because you'd known Chet longer, that didn't mean he could dehumanize- depersonize?- Spamton. "So, uh.. I had one last question for you, grumpy pants." Chet rumbled as he made his way back to the table. "Go ahead." You reply. "... What's going on with us?" He asked softly, leaning forward on the table with his elbows. Shit. You knew he was going to do this, but hoped you get that slim chance he didn't. "What do you mean, Chet?" You dodged the question, playing dumb. He laughed dryly, "You came back here for what? Just to stay for a while because you have nowhere else to go, right? Totally not because you missed what we had." He scoffed. "Chet, we were best friends. Of course I missed what we had. I just needed that distance cause you were-.." you started, but cut yourself off. "I was what, Y/N? Just tell me." He pressed. "You just started being so weird around me.. I thought you somehow thought of me differently and didn't want to hang out anymore, okay? I just- I just want to stay friends. I'm sorry. I just don't see you that way." He looked down at the table and frowned, scratching at the wood varnish with a dull, pointed nail. ".. Okay. Uh, I'm going to bed." He mumbled, standing and walking off to his room. He didn't even say goodnight. You took your dishes to the sink and rinsed them, leaving them in the sink. You sighed as you looked down into some water pooling in a bowl. You were tired. From today, from yesterday, from the day before that. You had to go to work again tomorrow, and you planned on quitting to find a better job. At the palace, perhaps? Or the mansion? Anything owned by royalty has to pay well. You thought about this as you made your way to the guest bedroom. You opened the door and, lit by the city lights streaming like a spotlight from the window in the room, was Spamton. Fast asleep in the center of the guest bed, his little glasses dark and his hand grasping feebly at the pillow under his head as he dreamed. You sighed and shook your head, a small smile crossing your face. Such cute little hands. I wonder what he's dreaming about? You quietly closed the door behind you and made your way to the small attached half bathroom to change into pajamas. Once you were done with your hygiene and such, you carefully climbed into bed beside the small man, picking him up like nothing and placing him on his own side of the mattress, just to give you a little space. He remained asleep, muttering as he always did, just quieter. You faced him and watched his face twitch and expression change every once in a while. A nightmare, maybe? You made the quick, and rather risky, decision to slowly pull his small body into your arms. You made sure not to squeeze him, but to just hold him in a comforting embrace. He wasn't cold, but he didn't really have body heat at all, just warmth from the covers, you concluded. After a few moments of being held, he stopped twitching as much. Phew.. I hope he's comfortable.. You eventually drift off to sleep, the little puppet nestled in your arms, the both of you finally dreaming peacefully. Together.