A Man of The Pipis: A SpamtonxReader fic

Am1ss and A5tray [PART 2]

Work, as always, was a drag. You, thankfully, didn't get chewed out by your boss, considering the manager on shift was pretty lax. Someone you could consider a friend, if you two weren't so different. By the time you clocked out, you were excited to go home and watch movies and ask Spamton if him and Chef got in any fights. You liked Spamton a lot. He was cute, funny, a bit of a screwball, but it made conversations interesting. You knew Chet didn't like him much and the feeling was mutual between the two. As you took a cab home, you were halted by bumper to bumper traffic. Looking in the side mirror, you could see the Queens car just three cars behind you, stopped at an intersection. A figure emerged from the vehicle and wandered off. Weird. I wonder what's going on? You suddenly get a sick feeling in your gut and your phone buzzes. It's Chet.

Chet: Heyyy we have a problem
Y/N: What??
Chet: I think I ran your little buddy off
Y/N: WHAT??
Chet: Please don't be mad
Y/N: What did you do. Don't fucking lie to me.
Chet: I got a little jealous and maybe said some things. I'm really sorry. I'm just worried about you.
Y/N: WHY?? Do you not think I can take care of myself?? Did you think a three-foot-tall puppet with corrupted software was going to HURT ME?!?
Chet: ...
Y/N: Safe choice not saying anything asshole. I'm on my way to your shit-hole townhouse.

You slammed your phone down onto the seat beside you, letting out an audible growl of anger. You were livid, fuming, and most of all, worried sick. Your stomach continued to do flips and tie itself in knots as the traffic slowly inched its way down the road it was awful. Like medieval torture. You hated Chet, you hated traffic, you hated yourself for leaving Spamton there. You cared so much about him, knew he hated being alone, and the first time you finally leave him with someone else everything goes to hell. Halfway through the "drive" you started to cry softly into your hands, only for a moment though, as a wave of nee anger drove away your tears. You were almost home and decided to skip the damn cab. You slapped half of the payment onto the center console of the car and collected your things, storming out and almost sprinting the rest of the way home. Not home. It was never home. It was a place. A temporary house where you allowed your precious little Spamton to suffer under the envy of your old friend. Your EX-friend.
You burst through the front door to find Chet at the kitchen table. When he meets your gaze, his eyes widen. He looks mortified as you stomp up to him, panting heavily with exhaustion, but still fueled by rage. "What did you say to him, Chet. What did you fucking tell him and where did he go." You start off in a whisper, the air sucked from your lungs by all the running. "I- I-.. I just- Listen, Y/N, it was just a stupid lie. I didn't mean it, he took it so seriously-" Chet tried to explain himself but you could feel your face grow hot with rage. "GODDAMNIT, CHET!" You screamed, slamming your fists on the table and dropping all of your things. He stood and took a step back, knocking over the chair he sat in. "DUDE, I'M SORRY! IT JUST SUCKED SEEING YOU AND HIM. I HATE IT, OKAY? I CAN'T MOVE ON AND IT'S PATHETIC, I KNOW, BUT HE'S DEFECTIVE ADDISON WHO LIVED IN A TRASH CAN." He shouted. You bored holes in Chet's forehead, not wanting to meet his eyes. You were sick. You could throw up right there. "Where. Is. He." You rasped. "I-I don't know." Chet whimpered. You stormed back out the door, leaving your things. Your heart ached so badly. You wanted to leave this place. You wanted to forget everything and just go and run as far and as fast as you could away.. Away... To [Heaven].