Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Business Meeting

Suited up and feeling your best, you step out of the closet.

"WOWZa!! Looking like a real [[HOT SHOT]]!!!" From his place on the loveseat, Spamton beams at you.

"Not too bad yourself," you say, making finger guns. He really does look much better when clean. Despite your suspicions that Swatch is working to make Spamton uncomfortable, the suit is perfectly tailored. It suits him well, no pun intended.

He laughs brightly, and it goes on just a little bit too long. After an awkward but not uncomfortable pause, he pats the seat next to him.

"Come! Come! We have much to[nITE OnLY] discuss!!!" 

You take a seat next to him at his request. It takes you a moment to get comfortable with the feeling of armor in that position; if you slouch too far, the bottom of the chestplate stabs into your belly. With only a little mental grumbling, you figure out your posture and settle in.

"So, what's the game plan, Spam?"

"I was about to ask you, [[dolly]]!! You're the one with the [vision failing??]."

He's right. You had barely had a chance to talk about it since it had happened. What you had seen Queen do... it was disgusting. You need to know how she's going to do it if you're going to stop her.

"What do you say to a little espionage, eh, puppet boy?"

He flushes beet red, but the pointed nickname's effect only lasts until he realizes what you mean.

"So... figure out where she's sticking her grubby little [[ HALF-OFF FISH FINGERS]], and [farm-fresh milk!!] room and board out of 'em while we do it? That's devious, kid." He chuckles.

"Does that mean you're not interested? You don't have to help, if you don't want to," you stumble, trying to correct yourself. He doesn't seem particularly weighed down by morals, but that's on you for assuming.

"Oh, no, I love it. That's [HOW TO G3T RICH QUICK]. That's good business, there. Let's steal the [bread] and [[SLime]] out of their [[GOd dAnm]] pockets!!!"

Aaaaand there it is.

You're a little uncomfortable with the thought, especially knowing it might hurt Swatch, but at this point, you're determined to ruin Queen. She threw you away. She threw Spamton away. She's going to literally drain the life out of both Lightners and Darkners to get what she wants.

Taking up space and eating some of her food don't really seem that bad compared to stealing her power and wrecking her plans.

As much as you're afraid, you're excited.

"Alright. It's a plan, then. We don't know how much time we have before we get discovered, so let's make the most of it."

A knock at the door alerts you to what you had been waiting for.

You open the door to find an unattended tray- Swatch must have passed on that you weren't interested in being served by Swatchlings. You take two covered dishes and head back into the room, closing the door behind you.

You return to your seat, handing one over to Spamton and keeping one for yourself.

He doesn't wait for your cue, and you're not far behind in digging in.

~~~

After eating a deliciously rich meal, you both lean into the cushions.

"Don't get me wrong, your omelettes aren't bad, but damn, Swatch's food is unmatched," you sigh pleasantly. 

"Hey!!! If I had the [[%%%]], I'd be cooking [[FOUR OUT OF FIVE DENTISTS RECOMMEND]] meals!!!" 

You laugh, and he pouts, but it's not long before he joins in with a snicker.