I can't keep calling her "The girl" I need to name her, so here, take this!
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The girl was walking on the sidewalks for who knew how long, making her legs protest to going further, yet she willed them on.
She eventually returned to the trash heap, and made sure that Kris was nowhere in sight thankfully he was gone. She then ran into Spamton who had apparently been looking for only in the trash heap, which made her laugh a little.
"You thought I would only be here?"
The puppet nodded furiously.
The girl kneeled down and sighed, "sorry. . . I just- i needed I-"
He held up a porcelain hand.
"IT'S FINE, I'M BETTER AT [making deals] WHEN ITS [a one one one, me and the customer] ANYWAYS! DON'T WORRY YOU [nameless friend] OF MINE!"
The girl let out a breath of relief.
"Good to know you didn't think it was your fault. . . " her head hung, "I hope"
"I KNEW IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE [yours truly] WE'RE [friend request accepted] AFTER ALL"
"Thanks"
"YOU'RE WELCOME [mud]"
She faced palms: it was funny for him to call her mud the first few times, now it was getting old. She stood up and-with Spamton in tow- found a book in one of the trash piles.
The book didn't look too bad: a few staines but the words on the pages were legible.
The girl honestly didn't know why she grabbed the book or why she went looking for a book in the first place. She thought maybe it was because of two things: one, the cover of the book was a dragon and second, she needed a name, something that would stick, something that people would remember if needed.
She flipped a few pages into the book and found something: it was an odd word, a word that only reminded her of her savior, and honestly, she would remember him any day:
Fona.
She turned to Spamton, who was trying to pull something out of the nearby trash pile.
"Fona" she said matter of factly.
"WHAT?"
"My name, I will be called. Fona"
Spamton thought for a moment before giving a thumbs up
"SOUNDS GOOD, [mud]" he than frantically said, "I MEAN FONA"
Fona guffawed.
Her early worries of the day, forgotten for now.
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A Friend For The Insane
FanfictionNo one likes to be alone, no one wants to be alone. So why shouldn't Spamton get any friends? Why should he be left in the dust to wallow in his own sadness growing ever more insane as the days go by? One day, a cloaked girl just so happens to walk...
