come along | spamton & reader (ON HIATUS)

chapter 3

"could you call me back later? i'm busy-"

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"oh... oh! yes, of course. i'm working on it right now."

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"what are you talking about?"

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"i know, i know. but i need more time."

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"if you rush me, it will go badly. this whole project is so- delicate."

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"i don't have to take this from you of all people. i can do it on my own."

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"you'd be sabotaging your own work too, in that case."

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"what?! i'll be lucky if this is done by next month, let alone-"

the line went dead.

"...shit."

you opened your eyes, then immediately slammed them shut again. ow, the light hurt. well, everything hurt, but the light made it worse.

what was that? you'd heard your own voice talking on the phone, but not whoever was on the other end. and what project were... 'you' talking about? was it a dream or a memory?

it was then that you realized someone was talking to you. "are you okay? you just fainted all of a sudden."

you tried to tell them to turn the lights off, but your voice didn't seem to be working. you dragged your hand from your side and mimed covering your eyes. thankfully, they seemed to take the hint and the room went dark. now you could open your eyes.

you let your hand fall to your side as you did so. you were in what looked like a small guest bedroom. there were some empty shelves on the wall you could see, as well as a closed door, which seemed to be oddly large. sitting next to you, on a small stool, was the waitress who gave you your sandwich and coffee. "how are you feeling?" she asked worriedly.

you gave a half-shrug, wondering if she knew about the other person just outside the door.

"hmm. lemme tell my dads you're up." she hopped off the stool and started towards the door.

"not yet," you managed to croak out. she looked over at you questioningly. "need time to think," you elaborated.

"i'll tell them to leave you alone for a while, then." the magenta shark seemed to hesitate. "should i tell the guy you brought in?"

oh right, spamton. you hoped you hadn't scared him too badly. "go ahead."

she turned back to the door. "will do. do you want some cough drops while i'm out there?"

you rubbed your throat, which still felt like sandpaper. "yes."

the monster nodded before whisking out the door. you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized you didn't have your journal.

you turned over on your side. oh, thank god. the book was resting on the table next to your bed. there was a sticky note attached to it:

i had to move this thing, but i didn't read it. you're welcome.

-deci

you wondered who deci was.

oh well. at least you had your journal. you didn't have the energy to actually grab it, but you felt better knowing it was there.