Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

The Importance Of First Impressions

After giving in to Queen, Queen gave Noelle a command. You were so exhausted, there was no way for you to hear what was said, or for you to resist what happened next.

A gentle wind swept over you, misting you with ice. It wasn't sharp, as one might expect, but neither was it soft like snow; No, it was more like... the frosty chill of mint, but flowing over and through all of you. 

It was soothing in a way that only magic can be.

You know you fell asleep. Your body feels heavy and limp, and your eyes are definitely closed. You feel distant from those physical feelings, though, drifting as though you're in a dream.

Why, then, can you see? And how can you see with this much clarity?

You're outside of your own body, watching Queen carry both you and Spamton down a hallway. 

He is painfully awake.

His efforts from before are doubled as he tries to reach you, tears rolling down his painted cheeks.

As you look closer, you can see that your wounds are worse than you thought. While most of the blood has stopped, there's still a cut at your forehead that's dripping down your face, and more blood pools at a particularly nasty gash on your back. Were it not for your admittedly unsteady breathing, with all of that blood, you'd think you were dead.

Maybe you are dead. You might be a ghost now.

"NoNONOoNONONONOnONO" Spamton's voice loops in a deafening cry, fizzling further and further into static as his voice goes hoarse.

"Noelle Can You Make Him Be Quiet"

Queen looks only mildly annoyed. She holds the salesman by the back of his collar, keeping him away from you.

"I-I'm sorry, my spells aren't working on him... I, um, maybe he can't be spared right now?" Noelle stutters a reply, her shoulders tense. 

At a particularly loud bolt of white noise, Noelle's ears flick back. Her eyes pass between your body and Spamton, and she seems to make a connection.

"Um, maybe if... Maybe if we heal the Lightner, he'll stop screaming?"

"Please"

With the new permission, Noelle closes her eyes. She places her hands together and presses them against her forehead in prayer. A halo of light appears at her back, but you quickly come to see that it isn't light- instead, it is ice particles reflecting light. 

Noelle casts the ice towards your body. You watch it melt into your skin, healing wounds and stopping the majority of the bleeding.

Spamton's screaming stops. 

Queen congratulates Noelle, and Noelle gives her sheepish explanations, but neither of those interest you.

It's the look in Spamton's eyes.

Something dark.

Something desperate.

Something hungry.

He coughs, getting the attention of both Queen and Noelle, though his focus is entirely on Noelle. With a broad smile juxtaposed against his static glasses, he addresses her.

"H-hey there, [Ice Cream Machine]!! I-I know a [[Puppet]] when I see one. Do you wanna be a [BIG SHOT]??" He gives his best salesman's pitch, despite his quivering voice.

"W-what?" Noelle shrinks back.

"That's right!! A BIG SHOT!!! Is this [[Hochi Mama]] pulling your [Silly Strings!!]? Well, I've got just the thing you need to cut yourself [FREE AS A BIRD]!!"