I'm soon pulled out of my thoughts by Spamton tugging my arm, dragging me into Mc Dognalds.
YOUR POV
Upon entering the building, the smell of greasy foods and an unclean play place hits my nose. Why would Spamton try to take me to a restaurant when he should be saving the little amount of money he has instead of spending it on someone he doesn't know?
I guess he really is just a caring little guy. I feel like I can trust him a bit more. "Spamton, we don't have enough money for the both of us to eat anything filling!" I stop him from rushing to the ordering counter.
"Y/N, I DONT NEED [delicis food]. I NEED [delicis kromer]" Ohhhh right. He's a puppet. Mentally face palming, I look down at Spamton. "You should really save your money." Ah man, I hope I can persuade him.
"NONSENSE! WHAT WOULD A [failing business man] NEED [[4 kromer]] FOR !?" Before I can say anything, he continues to speak. "PLUS, YOUV'E SHOWN ME [generosity] IT'S TIME FOR ME TO [return the favor]"
Spamton pulls me to the counter to order. "[fellow business investor] WHAT CAN WE ORDER WITH THIS !?" Spamton slams the four... kromer?? Whatever he calls it? On the counter. "Well, you could get a large fry, and that's about it. Unless you want to buy two small fries?"
The darkner at the counter replies. I nudge Spamton, whispering, "I think we should get two small fries." "GREAT [plan]. I'LL HAVE TWO SMALL FRIES, PLEASE." He says to the cashier.
"Allllright two small fries. Anything else? The cashier questions, looking down at Spamton. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M [made of money]" He laughs. "ok so just two small fries then.." The cashier mumbles to themselves.
"For here or to go?" They ask. "To go, please." I reply, grabbing our receipt with our number on it. "C'mon Spamton, lets find a table to wait at." We sit at an empty table. Everything is quiet besides the distinct chit chat happening in the restaurant.
Damn, this place is really calm compared to the city out there. I glance out the store window, feeling myself doze off... "THIS HAS BEEN A [5 star experience] SO FAR." Spamton says.
I jolt up at his remark. "Wh.. What?" Was he talking about Mc Dognalds? "IV'E BEEN HAVING A [blast and a half] SPENDING TIME WITH YOU." He elaborates. "You.. like spending time with me? Why?"
I'm just some random person Spamton just met. How could he enjoy my company? I mean I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy his company. Were one in the same with our loneliness.. heh.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE MY [friend request accepted] FRIENDS LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH EACH OTHER, RIGHT?" He cocks his head in confusion.
"Yeah, friends do like spending time with each other." I look out the window again, a small smile appearing on my face. "I haven't had a friend in such a long time.. thank you, y/n." I snap back to Spamton.
Okay no. He had to have said that. "IS ANYTHING [wrong]" He asks, obviously confused. "Ah, no. It's nothing Spamton. Don't worry." I shake my head. Maybe that's Spamton's real voice? Yeah, that's probably the case.
"Order for 273!" I look down at the receipt. That's our number! "That's us." Spamton and I walk over to the counter, grabbing the bag of fries. We then walk out of Mc Dognalds, once again entering the chaotic scene known as Cyber City.
"Thank you for the fries Spamton. You really didn't need to get this for me." I state as we continue walking like before. "THE PLEASURE IS ALL MINE ! ! PLUS, YOU NEED TO [consume or die], RIGHT ??" He replies, trying to get me to eat.
I take out one of the fry containers and pocket the other one for later. Taking a few out of the box, I start eating. "Well, yeah you're right about that, heh." I continue to eat the fries at a decent pace.
I wonder when were going to find Kris and the others. I've been worrying quite a bit but at least I have Spamton. Surprisingly, he's been easing my worries. It's nice to have someone by your side who cares about you when it seems like no one else does.
"Spamton?" I shift my gaze down to him. "YES?" He replies, staring ahead of us. "I'm glad you're here with me right now. I know we don't know each other very well, but it's nice to have someone who cares. At least I think you care."
"OF COURSE [i care] THAT'S WHAT [buddies] ARE FOR ! !" Spamton continues, "[like a good neighbor] I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU, [kapeesh] ?" What the hell. This little gremlin is gonna make me start crying.
"You..you mean that?" Trying to hold back tears, I sniffle a bit. "[yes-WAIT. [angel] ARE YOUR [[faucets leaking]] ? ? DID I DO [something new and different] ?" Spamton stops walking and looks up at me.
"Uh.. n-no.. I'm just, well I'm just happy to have such a great friend by my side. I-I feel pretty lucky to have you here... heh.." God I'm in such a vulnerable state right now. What if he thinks I'm pathetic or something? What if h-
"I COULD [repeat that] TO YOU. TO ME YOU'RE LIKE [[an angel sent from heaven]]" Spamton looks down, clearly embarrassed admitting that to me. "why?" I mumble. "BECAUSE YOU [[friend request accepted]] ME WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD [take these sweet deals!]"
"Oh.. I didn't know I meant that much to you.. You mean quite a lot to me too, Spamton." I look down at him and smile. Starting to wipe my tears, I feel weight suddenly being placed on my chest and around my neck.
I look down to see Spamton hugging me, tilting his head to the side so he would'nt stab me with his pointy nose. Reaching my hand up to him, I pat his back and he hops off of me, looking ahead again.
"Thanks for that Spamton. I really needed a hug." I say, still smiling. We continue to walk until..
"LOOK! THE [[lightners]]" He points.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Holy crap I'm so sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I want the chapters to be at least 1000 words long and I want them to make sense and be fun to read (it's also pretty damn hard writing filler chapters). Hopefully the next chapter won't take too long to write. Have a nice day/night and don't forget to drink some water!
