Spamton/Pink Addison only I'm drunk while writing this

New home new faces

Waking up after what feels like an actual death is a little jarring, Spamton finds himself laying in a dimly lit room with glow-in-the-dark stars scattered around the walls and ceiling. It's surprisingly warm and comfortable, nothing like the cold wall he last remembered himself strung against. But it's hard to focus with his head spinning the way it is.

...

'No wait... I didn't die. I was lending my power to Kris'

Spamton reminds himself. Not what he remembered Kris' pocket looking or feeling like though. another glance around the room finds him a little note on the side table, sitting under a plate of freshly sliced cake and water. Next to that, a tasteful little trash can to place your nighttime reading when finished with, or so Spamton can assume. 

Getting up feels like a bit of a pain, he's feeling awfully stiff. He supposes that being a pair of glasses would do that to you. But he is nothing if curious and unrestful at all times. 

He lifts the plate to his lap and takes the note along with it to read. Written in neat handwriting is the following-

"Dear Spamton,

Welcome to Castle town! 

As of writing this, you are still unconscious. Kris has left to go home for the night with Susie, but I will be around the castle if you need any assistance.

I'll be happy to answer any of your questions when you wake. 

-Ralsei"

Spamton wonders what exactly Castle town is, or really where it is. But most importantly, why is he here and not in that [little sponge]'s pocket with the rest of their cool junk. He starts to daze off into recalling what happened when Kris transformed him back into his usual self... when His gut interrupts.

yeah right.. cake. He takes the fork o the plate and stuffs his face with sugary goodness, probably not a good first meal after waking up like this, but this is everything when all he ate before was actual garbage. Or maybe this came from that tiny, manual-sized garbage can on the side table.

Having sufficiently stuffed his face and placed the plate back down, Spamton decides it's time to find out what exactly in the [$%!?] is even going on.  He heads to the door of the room, the doorknob is luckily not that high up, he does have to reach a little for it still.

The hallway outside is quiet, must be late, or maybe he's the only one here... But Ralsei said this was Castle Town, not Castle desolate. So cautiously he heads out from the blue hue room to explore. There are stairs leading up to another level, but they're blocked off with boards, beside them are a couple of beach chairs abandoned with litter and glasses beside them. One of the glasses not completely empty catches Spamton's eye. It's still a third filled with a green corrosive-looking substance... Battery acid. He'd know that anywhere. So Queen was here. The place looked awful large, so this must be the castle of Castle town and of course, Queen would live here. Just his luck.

But if the place was left in such a state, everyone must have retired for the evening, so as per Spamton's experience, night fall is the best time for sneaking around. While he was still anxious and very cautious, it brought a little more relief to have that.

There's another set of stairs heading down, he follows them with nowhere else to go and finds the small fluffy prince by a cauldron. Edging around the corner of the stairs as quietly as he can, his foot catches on the last stem and Spamton faceplants rather loudly, catching the attention of Ralsei.

"Spamton! Oh no, are you alright??"

Ralsei hurries over and offers a hand to Spamton, who brushes him off to try and stand by himself only to get another dizzy spell and fall again. The second time around he just takes Ralsei's paw. With one hand to his head and the other in Ralsei's for a moment of support, he clears his throat. Before the prince can get another word of concern in, Spamton speaks up.

"WHAT'S THE [deal of a life time] ??? WHY AM I HERE?"

Ralsei pulls his paws back defensively at Spamton's tone, he sounds more confused and scared more than anything, but his loud voice almost makes him seem angry. The prince looks to the side for a second to think of the best way to word his next sentence.

"Well, Kris was having second thoughts about just... in their words 'using you'. They wanted you to have a life, a chance to have that freedom you fought so hard for."

Spamton feels as though he didn't deserve this, surely Kris saw HE was the one playing them back, helping them by lending his strength was all he really had anymore. What was the point to even build a life here. His concerned expression felt like a prompt for Ralsei to elaborate some more. but he was a little out of the loop with that himself. Kris was very clear that they wanted this for Spamton. There wasn't an elaboration.

"You can speak with Kris about it yourself some time. But for now, there are new people and probably some familiar faces around town for you to meet. Would you like to take a walk perhaps? Get some dinner? Cake probably wasn't the best food for just waking up now that I consider it. My shout?"

Spamton only nods and hopes no one who hates him will see him.

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Turns out, nightlife is not card kingdom sort of thing. So Spamton ended up catching glances of far too many familiar faces. Luckily for his size and cover of dark in the town, he was easily overlooked and unseen compared to the neon lights exposing him 24/7 in cyber city. 

After an incredibly anxiety-filled walk around town which was actually only a couple of minutes since Ralsei noticed Spamton's fearful eyes darting to every darkener he saw, Ralsei leads Spamton to a cafe. The inside is warm and lit in a cozy lighting for the late evening. It was clearly not as late as Spamton had originally thought, but late enough for only late-night workers to be dropping by after a night shift. 

Entering the building, the first thing Spamton lays his eyes on is Swatch. 

'Shit. I thought some spinny guy worked here according to the prince.'

Spamton makes eye contact with Swatch, eyes wide. Ralsei doesn't notice his plight this time. This is just getting worse and worse. Spamton wants to go back and hide under that cozy bed in the castle. But as Ralsei approaches the counter and makes casual friendly conversation with the large bird, Spamton hiding behind him, Swatch makes no effort to acknowledge Spamton in particular. But he's still on edge. Up until Swatch guides the both of them to a double-seated table and offers them menus.

Looking at the menu which was large enough to completely hide him, Spamton pretends it's the most interesting thing in the world in hopes that the couple of Ambyu-lances sitting many tables away won't see him. This time Ralsei sees the anxiety in the poor puppet, maybe he should have just brought some take out back for him. This was way too much for just waking up.

"I'm sorry I didn't know that Swatch was working here now. I'm not sure what your history is with them, but Swatch is very nice.I worked under them briefly while Queen made me a butler!"

(I will write the rest later. before I get too gone, 
I want to write some stuff with pink addison and Spamton being cute.)