Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

A New Player

"You're in [[Discomfort And Abdominal Pain]], [THE PRICE IS] not [RIGHT] for this!! Let's do this later, after you've had a nice [[Insomnia? Never Again!!!]]." His bitcrushed voice is normally something of a comfort, but you can't help your annoyance. 

"We don't have time for a nap. We were invited to a party later."

"What?? A celebration [[Designed BY The Classics You've Come To Expect! (C)1997]]?" His smile is broad and cheery, but his hesitation only grows.

"It's an important chance to gather information. Queen's not going to be there, so it should be okay," you say, trying to persuade him.

"I... Well, it does remind me of my [[BIG SHOT]] days. It can't be all bad. I did love the art of [Bluetooth Connected]," he sighs. If reminiscing is what convinces him, you'll take it.

"Perfect. In the meantime, though, I really do need to know what you found out about Queen. After all, it's useless if I ask about things you already know."

He furrows his brow as he thinks. "That does make [NICKELS ON THE DIME]. But... oh, [[$%!!&]] it." He adjusts his glasses with one last anxious look.

"You were right. She is [[The Anticipashun Is Killing Me!!]] something. She... Well, let me get to the [[HEART ATTACk]] of the matter. She has a Light^Ner. And there's another [Hot Single MILFs In Your Area]."

Fuck.

That's a problem.

A very, very big problem.

"Mike was right," you murmur, trying to organize your thoughts.

"What???" Spamton's mouth falls slack. He looks at you sharply, fear and hurt evident. "He [[WARNING: VIRUS ALERT,, INSTALL aseeedjnnfff292i33smsm.exe NOW TO]] you?? You knew, and you didn't [Sharing Is Caring!!] with me??"

You had forgotten in the whirlwind.

You had never told Spamton the full extent of what Mike had shown you.

"...I- Fuck, Spamton, I'm sorry. I just- I guess I just haven't had an opportunity to," you say, trying to excuse yourself, but only worsening your guilt as you do. "I should have explained."

"Well, [[NOW'S YOUR CHANCE]]," he insists.

"Mike showed me... Queen. A very, very big version of her. She looked... different, I guess? I don't know how to describe it, I'm sorry." 

He just nods for you to continue.

"...She... was covered in wires. These big, blue wires. They spread out across the city, and I think... I couldn't really see it, but I think they all connected to Darkners. Except for two. Those two..." You swallow thickly. "Those ones connected to Lightners. She had two Lightners in her hands, with those wires covering their faces. She was taking their souls, and she was going to make a dark fountain with them."

Spamton's face hardens. 

"Of course she is," he mutters. "Of course. It was just a matter of [It's] [[K-K-K-kROMER]] [O'Clock]."

He scowls further.

"Why did you [[FORWARD TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS!!!]] me out if you knew aLLready?" 

"I'm sorry, Spamton. Really, I thought... Maybe Mike was wrong? I would have gone to Queen myself to verify if you wouldn't." Shame weighs heavy on you. You should have told him. He should know what he's getting himself into. But...

"You... Thanks for doing it, Spam. You did a good job."

He blushes, but he's definitely still annoyed.