Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 54 - Spot

A Spot Conlon Origin Story
Ship - None
Era - Cannon
Triggers - Mentions of fighting, blood, murder, homophobia, shouting and crying.

Spot Conlon was the most feared Newsie in New York.

He never intended to rise to that status but sometimes things don't go to plan.

He joined the Brooklyn Newsies at seven-years-old.

The only family he had was either sick or a newborn so he had no other choice but to work.

While working, he'd grown quite close to one of the older boys, Split, he was fourteen-years-old and the second in command.

He was also the boy who helped Spot learn how to hawk papers and use his size to make people feel bad for him.

One day, when Spot was ten, some of the older Newsies found Split kissing a boy in a back alley and were none too pleased.

Instead of reporting him to the police as any offended citizen may have done, they decided to take matters into their own hands.

They bound his hands and feet and threw him and the Bronx Newsie he was caught kissing off the Brooklyn Bridge, while Spot and all the other Newsies were forced to watch.

And for good measure, they gave Spot a soaking to 'beat any queerness out of him' due to how close they had been.

From that day on, Spot swore that he would never get close to a person ever again, especially if they were another Newsie.

He couldn't risk the situation happening all over again.

He also swore that if he were to ever become leader he'd beat anyone who tried to hurt Newsies like him within an inch of their life.

Newsies who loved other Newsies, and not in a brotherly way.

He didn't support violence but he also thought that nobody deserved to be killed for loving someone.

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"Spot," one of the older Newsies called.

Spot turned around and looked up at the older Newsie.

"Yeah," Spot said, his lack of patience clearly showing.

"I was told to pass on that Graves is in a fight," the Newsie explained. "And he's not winning."

"Did you try help him?" Spot asked, his anger really starting to show.

"No," the older Newsie scoffed.

Spot let out a breath and curled his hands into fists. "We'll talk later. I have to go help Graves."

He turned away from the conversation and grabbed his overshirt before leaving the Lodging House.

He had no idea why he was the one who had to go help Graves.

Graves had friends who could help him and Spot wasn't one of those friends.

Spot wasn't anyone's friend but that was fine.

He'd made himself a promise and he wasn't planning to break it.