Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Cyber Waltz

Spamton hesitates for only a moment. One look at Tasque Manager and the Addisons is enough to remind him that he's beyond their resentment. He doesn't need to pour his energy into pushing his ideas on people who won't listen to him. He doesn't need to fight for their respect. He doesn't need to sit there and smile while they insult him again and again.

He doesn't need to be at this table at all.

He takes your hand.

He hops down to the floor, using your hand to stabilize himself. The Addisons snicker, but now, he doesn't seem phased.

You can't hold his hand at his height, but his presence at your side is enough.

You walk to the dance floor in front of the stage.

The band is in full swing. They have no instruments to speak of, but the three robots seem to be made of music players, and that's more than enough for them to play songs that get you swaying to the beat.

"So... how did you [[Want A Break From The Ads?]] to do this?" Spamton asks, sizing you up.

At his question, you come to realize that you hadn't really thought this through. 

On second thought, though, you see that it's fine all the same. You don't need his hands on you to have a good time.

"Just go for it!" 

You nod your head to the beat, getting into it. Spamton seems uncomfortable, but as he listens more to the music, you see him fall into the same sort of bopping motion as you.

It's awkward. But it's better than that damned table.

"Need some help?" 

You're confused, until three robots on stage drop down next to you.

"C'mon, band! Let's give 'em something to really jam to!" The robot with sunglasses bounces with a suave smile. 

The one with a speaker for a head flicks its hand. With a magic that smells like bagels and wires, a DJ's turntable appears in front of it. With those same deft hands, it pushes mixers and broad vinyls to create a fresh, funky rhythm.

The third robot beams at you sweetly from a head like a CD player. The speakers in its chest thump to the other robot's rhythm, letting out energetic synths. 

The first robot opens his mouth as if to sing, but instead only drum samples come out. 

Together, they make music that seems to fill you with energy. You can't help but smile. You look to Spamton for his reaction.

He's bewildered, but similarly happy. 

As you both start to dance, the band dances with you. All five of you bounce and shimmy to the music, losing yourself to rhythm.

"Yeah! There it is! Feel this beat!" 

"Taste the rhythm!"

"Beep! Boop!"

Other Darkners start to join you on the dance floor. You see ones you caught glimpses of as you were passing through the city, and others that you've never seen before at all. There are Darkners with pink outlets for heads, Darkners with pastel green skin and Addison-esque smiles, a very well-dressed Maus, and...

"Holy shit! Nubert!" You spot the little red blob nearby. He is fucking breaking it down. 

You move to break away from Spamton, wanting to greet Nubert, but Spamton reaches up and grabs your hand to hold you back.

"HEy h eY HE. y! I wasn't [well-done] yet!!" He flushes as he looks up at you, both annoyed and embarrassed. "I- W-who needs Nubert? I've [[Got What You Need]]!!"