Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Starving Artists

Spamton's been ranting about his outfit (emphasizing repeatedly how unique it is), when your stomach growls.

It looks like you could only avoid the thought for so long. You're starving. You haven't eaten since before you were tested, and it's starting to take its toll.

Spamton's monologue trails off when he notices that you're not paying attention.

"Hey, kid, what's [[Wrong Answer!]]?" 

"Sorry, it's nothing, you don't have to stop. I'm just hungry," you say. You'll just... keep putting it out of your mind until you have a chance to eat. It might not be a while, so you figure it'd be best to get used to fasting.

Spamton slams his hands down on his desk. 

"[[No Customer Left Unsatisfied]]!!!! That's the rule, [little sponge]!!! Let's get you something to eat!!!" He hops down and strides towards the door to his shop.

"Hey, come on, Spam, you and I both know that there's no money between us. Otherwise you wouldn't sleep in a dumpster, right? I'm not going to take your money," you sigh, standing up so you can get in his way. "I'm grateful for the thought, though," you add on.

He looks up at you with a conspiratorial smile.

"Wrong!" 

He jams his hand into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled wad of cash, showing it to you.

"You forget that I made some [[DELICIOUS KROMER]] off of [[some schmuck]] this morning.~" 

"My wallet," you remember.

"[[BINGO]]," he says with a snap of his fingers and a chuckle.

He tucks his money away into his pocket and goes for the door. You step out of his way, then fall in line behind him. 

"I guess it's kinda my money anyway," you think to yourself, justifying the meal. And, hey, you really are starving. You wonder just how long you were in that pile of trash post-fall.

You exit the shop and make your way through the alleys once more. Spamton hums a tune as he walks.

He's surprisingly fast for someone with such small legs. You can definitely walk faster than he can, but you decide that it'd be rude to pick him up and carry him. Although you're definitely tempted.

"-Hey. Hey. HEY, [[Dark World]] to [Space Invaders]!!!" Spamton tugs at your pant leg. It seems he's been trying to get your attention.

"Yeah! Hey, sorry. What's up?"

"I was just asking about your [[4.99]] life. I mean, why were you in the [[Trash Area Closed For Repairs.]]? Taking a [[vacation]]?" He laughs at his own joke. 

You aren't laughing.

After a pause to breathe and get your story straight, you tell him what happened. Your experience living with Queen, and then what she did to you. 

He listens intently.

When he's certain that you're done, he replies.

"Believe it or not, I [[Used Cars, Only $$$$]] to work in Queen's mansion, too. I was a [[BIG SHOT]]. Not only big, but the biggest!!!" He waves his arms dramatically, his smile wide, but the enthusiasm faded quickly. Static overtakes his glasses, and his voice takes on a darker, more serious tone.

"When she can't use you, she gets rid of you."

And like that, he's back to pep and charm.

"But there's gotta be [[BUY MORE]] to you than that!! You're a Lightner, yeah? What's it like? On the [[other side of the coin]]? And- wait, can't you just go back there?!!!"