Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Memories And Plans

You can't believe it.

You just can't believe it.

Questions spiral in your mind. How could he do this? Him, of all people? Knowing his motivations doesn't make it easier for you to swallow. 

But you have to know.

"Swatch, what did you do to him?"

"I... Y/N, you have to understand, it wasn't my fault. He brought it upon himself."

"What did you do." You pull your robe even tighter together. You can barely stand to look at the avian in front of you. His black feathers droop with shame, and his eyes are desperate.

"Please, listen. He's not a good person. He-"

"It doesn't matter to me. He's not who he was then. And it looks like that's your fault," you snarl. "Now tell me what you did."

"I... You are familiar with Our Lady Grace's acid pools." He sees the rage building in your eyes, and raises his hands defensively. 

"No, please, understand. I... I was told only that they could be used to shrink objects. I thought... I know how terrible it sounds, but I thought that that was all they did. I didn't realize..." He swallows thickly. "I had no way of knowing that it would hurt him the way it did."

You remember the way Spamton looked when thinking about this experience. He hadn't told you, and you had still understood the agony. He was so disheveled, so helpless, so alone. The color had drained away from his glasses, leaving only static. His smile was so empty.

He had been hurt.

And he had been hurt badly.

Heat floods your veins. All-encompassing anger wraps around your heart, sizzling like fat in a pan. You stalk towards Swatch.

"You know, I think I get it, now."

"What?" He shrinks away from you, the height difference losing any meaning.

"Why you can't stand to look at him."

You laugh, but there's no humor in it.

"You feel bad, don't you? Is that it? You feel bad for ruining his life." You know it's not fair for you to say it. Spamton's business was already failing at that point, and their relationship issues were wholly Spamton's fault- at least, according to Swatch. Regardless, disgust coils tightly inside of you. It's not fair, what he did. 

"Y/N, stop this at once." Swatch takes a step back, but his eyes are dangerous.

"No. No! You threw a man in acid, Swatch! You chose this! This goes so far beyond any silly spat we could have. This is just- cruel!" 

He reaches a hand out to block your approach, but you swat it away. Your blood is boiling. It feels like you're choking on it. Yellow light blooms in your hands as you dart forward, not entirely conscious of your own actions, to shove Swatch back-

He grabs your wrists roughly and spins you, pinning you against the wall. His eyes are dark. All of his poise and grace have fallen away. You stripped his guilt naked, and anger bubbles up in him just the same as it does you. You can see it. It's laughable, really, but the way his claws dig into your skin give you warning that he means it. He's rough enough that, no matter how you wriggle, you can't get away. It hurts. You feel helpless in his grip, and you hate the feeling with a burning passion.

"You're so determined, dove, for this man you barely know. Believe me, had you been in my position, you would have felt the same. The only thing I regret is not knowing that it'd hurt him. I think I would have enjoyed it more if I had." His voice is husky and sharp in your ear, laced with a foreign sort of cruelty, but a familiar sadness.