A Man of The Pipis: A SpamtonxReader fic

Am1ss and A5tray [PART 1]

The light of morning beamed through the blinds of the guest bedroom window. You stirred, slowly waking, and felt hands holding your face and something sitting on your chest. Your eyes blinked open, meeting Spamton's colored glasses. He was staring at your face. Upon seeing you were now conscious, he scrambled backwards and rolled off of you, giving up and sinking into the comforter. You sat up slowly, raising a hand to touch your face where his tiny palms once were. "Good morning, Spamton.. Did you sleep good?" You yawned and rubbed your eyes. You watched as he slowly sat up and looked at you. "I slept well [enough to blow your socks off]! By the way.. Did.. Did you- cuddle me? On purpose?" He asked, cocking his head. You chuckled and blushed, nodding. "W-well, you looked like you were having a bad dream, so, I thought.. M-maybe hugging you would help? But, why were you staring at me just a bit ago?" You asked in turn. He laughed nervously and twiddled his thumbs. "You, er, look.. [nice] when you're [fast asleep]." He mumbled. "Not as [sad and alone]." You were taken aback. "Do I really look sad when I'm awake??" You ask, he stands up quickly and holds out his hands defensively, "NO! No- I [accident coverage] to say stressed! You look.." He paused and watched your expression shift in the soft light of morning. "[AH-OOGA!]" He howled, clapping his hands over his mouth before stifling a laugh. You blushed deeper and looked away from him before realizing- "OH SHIT, I'M LATE FOR WORK!!" You cry out, throwing yourself off of the bed and getting ready. He watches you as you become a tempest of whirling stress and anxiety, throwing on presentable clothing and grabbing you wallet before subconsciously pecking Spamton on the side of the head before dashing out the door without a second thought. You hadn't even registered you'd done it, but he sure had.
Once you were gone, Spamton giggled and covered his eyes, flopping onto his back on the comforter. Wow. Who'da thought..? He pondered, slowly getting back up. He heard the door behind him creak and turned to find.. Chet. "Hey, li'l guy. What, er, may I ask are you doing in Y/N's room?" He prodded. Spamton grinned and clasped his hands. "Oh. Just [*alarm clock beeps*]. I slept [great deals]! How about you, [slime]?" The puppet replied, his long lost confidence suddenly rising within him. "... You slept in here? With Y/N?" Chet took a step in the room. "Is there a [problem with your plumbing], Chet?" Spamton shot back. The tall monster huffed and balled his paws into fists, his nostrils flaring. "No. No there isn't. It's just- why would Y/N share a bed with you." He growled. Spamton merely rocked on his heels, starting to snicker. "Jealous you weren't able to [spend] time with your [Angel] last night?" The little man hissed. Chet snarled and lunged forward for Spamton, who only dodged the claw and scuttled off, cackling loudly all the way out the bedroom door. Chet was angry. He was jealous and hurt. He realized then he'd finally found out what was between him and you. He found out what drove you from loving him. Spamton. That little twerp was keeping you from Chet and it made him upset. You'd known him for years, and suddenly this little mongrel crawls out of the trash and it's like he doesn't know you anymore. That little puppet was going to pay. Chet chased Spamton around the house for a good thirty minutes or so before his stamina ran out. Spamton danced on top of the cabinets, kicking dust down at Chet, who sneezed once and waved his hands around to stop himself from inhaling the grey fluff. "This is only gonna end it tragedy, you little shrimp." Chet barked. "[Parting is such sweet sorrow]!" Spamton blurted. "What's got your [screw loose], [slime]? You really that jealous I got a [Heavenly] kiss and you didn't?" Chet took a moment to register what Spamton had said. A kiss..? Y/N, kissed him..? He realized he had to stop this now. He had to get rid of the sleazy little booger by other means before this got out of hand. "That kiss was for me, Spamton. Y/N only gave it to you because WE used to share a bed. You were never meant to even be here in the first place. You're just a deadbeat. I'm sure Y/N thinks so but never says it." Chet rumbled on. Psychological warfare it is. Spamton's smile faltered slightly and his brow furrowed. "That's not true, [mangy mutt], you're just [bittersweet].." He spat. "It is. Listen, I honestly could care less if Y/N spooned you or something stupid like that. You know why? Because I know you will never be more than a cute little toy to Y/N. Nothing more. Okay? That's the truth. I didn't wanna tell you cause I knew it'd drive you away." Chet went on, causing Spamton's spirits to fall. His mind filled with dark thoughts and his glasses flashed with static. He stumbled slightly, struggling to get down from on top of the cupboards. He nearly fell to the counter, then onto the floor. "Tha-.. That's not true." Spamton sputtered, "[Don't believe everything you see on Tv]!" Chet sighed. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you. Y/N just didn't want to drive you away. I know we don't like each other, but the least I can do is be honest with you before you ended up getting more hurt." More hurt that I was at least. Chet could almost smell the victory as he watched Spamton stumble around clumsily towards the door. "N-no.. No! LIES! N-.. Would never-.. I-.. I'm not [Big] enough yet.. Not [[BIG]] enough!!" Spamton started to ramble and laugh hysterically, the heartbreak coming through in the strained cracks in his voice. Chet almost felt the pain himself, suddenly regretting his decision, but realizing it was far too late. Spamton was out the door, screaming about how he'd show you- he'd show everyone- he could be big. He could, no, WOULD be a [Big Shot].