A Man of The Pipis: A SpamtonxReader fic

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As you sat and talked on in the darkness, you cleared up the lies Chet had poisoned your dear Spamton's mind with. You both knew they were lies, but it felt good to clarify anyway. It seemed Spamton just wanted to hear you say what you really felt. He wanted to know that the kiss you'd given him really meant something. You very nearly told Spamton you loved him quite a few times and had a feeling he could sense your feelings already, as he was very touchy, taking your hands in his, stroking your face, leaning his head against yours whenever you hugged him.. It made your heart flutter and your face grow hot. "How're we gonna get you to the house?" You asked suddenly, having noticed how weak he still was. His large wings twitched and he shifted his weight onto his legs. You could heart the metal joins slightly creaking in protest as he tried once more to put weight on them. His knees buckled and he fell to a kneeling position. "Well, [$?#!].." He huffed. "You got any more [juice]??" He asked, gesturing to the broken phone on the ground. You shook your head and looking around. You could hardly see anything at all in the dark besides the light given off from Spamton's glasses. "I don't wanna leave you, Spammy.." You mumble, partly thinking out loud. "Spammy?? Is that a [Brand New] nickname, [Hochi mama]??" He teased with a sly chuckle. You covered your mouth and blushed in the dark. You could hear him drag himself up behind you before he set his large, cold hand on one shoulder and perched his heavy head on the other. "It's cute. [Keep up the good work!]~" He hummed softly. You shivered and smirked slightly. You'd never felt this warmth in your heart before. Not for another human or monster. Never for Chet. Speaking of which.. "Hey, Spammy..?" You chirped sweetly, "I think I know what'll give you some strength.." He nodded and leaned his head against yours. "[Shoot], Y/N." You turned your head to him and recollected all of the inconveniences Chet had put you through since Spamton ran off. Whether they be big, like the constant tension in the house and even him going so far as to flirt with you again, to little things, like not doing household chores and playing music too loud. He seemed most upset about the flirting and asked you what he said. "Just a lot of telling me to forget you, but I wouldn't. He'd tell me that he had money and he was stable and he and I could have a life together, but all I could think about was you.." You answered, your heart still hurting from those times alone in that stupid townhouse. Spamton groaned, straining his limbs as he forced them to move. His right hand made whirring and clicking noises as it changed into a short canon that glowed blue from inside the barrel. The wings on his back stretched and locked into place with a heavy thunk and a great hiss sound. "He'll [pay] with his [ant-sized] [rapidly shrinking] LIFE." Spamton snarled, breaking into distorted hysterical laughter starting forward in a jolting lurch. He grabbed your wrist in the dark, tugging you along before sliding his large hand up and interlocking his fingers with yours. "I might have to [carried away] if we get chased out by those damn [chickens]." He rumbled. You noticed how much he'd taken charge in this new form. Self-assured and, somehow... Dominant in a way.. It startled you, but excited you. You were being dragged around by a charming, flirtatious, lunatic robot who was armed and dangerous, but you just knew that there was no way he'd hurt you. You knew deep down that your heart belonged to him and he'd keep it safe like you had done for him when he'd first fallen out of that dumpster on top of your head. You wanted to say it. The words crossed your lips; I love you. But you felt like saving it. Your gut said now wasn't the right moment. As you walked through the narrow halls, you were able to see clearer without the aid of Spamton's light. You were approaching the exit and dreaded any confrontation. You squeezed Spamton's hand and he gently squeezed back, glancing at you over his shoulder, his wings twitching with anticipation of a possible coming fight. He took a new turn, one you hadn't taken to enter the basement, and you both ended up in the main front foyer of the mansion. You both looked around and froze upon seeing a Tasque Manager spot you from across the room. You worried for Spamton in this weakened state, but upon looking up at him, you saw his grin. It was twisted with exhilaration. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach as he rushed from the doorway and stood proudly in the center of the foyer, wings outstretched and canon at the ready, while he held your hand behind himself to keep you protected. You could hear the Manager's call to Order and the crack of a whip, followed by the roaring of two Tasques bounding in from behind her. You could hear something charge up, then fire, the loud boom of Spamton's arm canon echoing in the mansion. You looked in the direction of the chaos and saw one of the Tasques get blasted back by what appeared to be a blue cannonball before in burst into a dozen little projectiles, causing massive amounts of damage. The Tasque Manager gasped in shock at how easily her pet had been disposed of and shrieked in fury about how the intruders had hurt her pretty kitty. Spamton only laughed and shot back, "[Enjoy the smooth taste of] NEO!" Before firing again and dodging a cracking whip. Another blue cannonball whizzed by, clipping the the Manager in the shoulder and sending her flying back into a wall. One of the Tasques charged the two of you, but was knocked aside with a heavy, and painful sounding, swing of Spamton's metal arm. You noticed these monsters seemed to contain a lot of electricity and thought of something. You let go of Spamton's hand while he was preoccupied and took one of the wires, which trailed behind him loosely. You saw the Tasque Manager was recovering quickly, so you decided you should act fast. You spot the injured Tasque that had been swatted away and sprint for it, sliding on your knees once you were close and plunging the cut end of the green wire into it's body. It lets out a pained cry and sparks erupt from the contact point. Your hands burn and you look away from the bright light, but notice something. The wires start to glow brightly and panels on Spamton's new body start to glow as well. He cackles, shrill and robotic, as the power from the electric cat fuels his wrath. The canon glows brighter and the Manager almost looks afraid, stepping back upon seeing the demented individual in front of her. She winds up another shot from her whip and swings it. Spamton holds out an arm and allows the whip to wind around it as he clutches the blue wire in hand. He yanks it towards him, pulling the weapon from the Manager's hands before charging a heavy blast from his canon and finishing the job. You look on in shock. The commotion had summoned a crowd of Swatchlings and other Tasques who look on in fear and bewilderment. Swatch himself had just arrived and looked on, baffled. Spamton looked around, panic flashing across his face as he noticed you not holding his hand. You get up and run to him and he scoops you up in his arms, relieved. "Seems we've got quite the [audience]!" He chuckled, filled with energy, "Maaayybe we should make like a [banana] and [split]!!" He turned and charged for the entrance, the crowd splitting like the red sea as the metal behemoth dashed out the front, spreading his wings and launching himself above the city, holding you tightly to his chest. You turned your face towards his body, shielding it from the rush of wind passing the two of you. "Boy, am I glad to have you, my [little sponge]~!!" He sang as you flew, diving down close to a back alley before landing softly and shutting off whatever jets of rockets were included in this new body of his. He didn't seem to want to sent you down, so he continued to walk out of the alley, carrying you bridal style down the street like a precious treasure, holding you close. The wings folded behind him and he looked back to see the trail of wires. "Guh.. I hope there's [a great way] to get rid of these.." He grumbled, looking forward and suddenly slowing his pace. You watched his expression twist and his face turn red with anger. "Spamton..?" You whisper, looking in the direction he stared in, your heart skipping a beat; Chet's neighborhood.