A Friend For The Insane

Chapter Seventeen: Spamton Dragged Her There, Don't Blame Me

Spamton didn't really understand what had happened or how he got himself and his newly [friend request accepted] into this situation: for one thing, he had managed to drag Fona all the way to his shop, inside and behind the counter. He had been in the middle of trying to find something to put on her forehead, like a cold sponge or an ice cube- he didn't think about finding a washcloth or water, but that's not the point- when suddenly Kris, that [sponge] walked in unannounced.

The little man nearly jumped out of his puppet skin, panicking because now he had to deal with both Kris and somehow keep Fona out of the other human's sight-which, to say the least, is easier said than done-, Spamton then quickly transitioned into 'businessman mode' and smiled at Kris.

This brings him to now, Fona at his feet-very much unconscious- and Kris looming over the counter, staring Spamton in his very soul. He didn't know why Kris looked so. . . So, scary? Terrifying? He didn't really know the right word.

Though to be fair, Spamton did just tell the human about a secret place under the queen's mansion, Spamton supposed that maybe Kris didn't really want to do all that work.

Spamton laughed, inwardly and outwardly. He felt so weird asking Kris to get something he himself was never able to get. He also couldn't remember the last time he hadn't thought about his freedom, his escape from everything, it would be so perfect.

He'd be on top of the world, no one could stop him, no one could take that freedom away from him.

And he hadn't thought of anything else until Fona showed up.

Sure her presence hadn't done a full 180 on his mindset, nothing could do that, but it did get him thinking: is there something beyond freedom?

It was a question for another time, right now, he had a situation to deal with: get Kris out as soon as possible and find a cold sponge or something to put on Fona, to make sure she was ok.

"KRIS MY [buddy, chum, pal, friend] I NEED YOU TO [get out]" Spamton blinked: he hadn't intended to be so blunt, but not like he could change it now,

Actually what surprised him the most was that Kris didn't bat an eye at the words, they just turned around and walked out, as if Spamton didn't just bluntly tell them to leave.

It was hilarious.

So Spamton found himself standing in his shop, laughing historically in the silence, with an unconscious Fona still laying at his feet.

When he got over his hysteria, he left his shop- door wide open- and searched through the different piles of trash.

When he found what he was looking for he went back to his shop, and closed the door behind him.

He then proceeded to set a green moldy sponge on [mud] Fona's forehead. . . when nothing happened, he picked up the sponge and set it back down on her forehead.

He repeated this action until he grew angry.

"WHY IS THIS [perfectly clean sponge] NOT WORKING??" he shouted at no one in particular.

He stormed out of his shop, throwing the moldy sponge on the ground, steam was practically rolling out of his ears.

It would be about two hours before Spamton came back. . . Sadly, a lot can happen in two hours and Spamton wouldn't know a thing.

(POV Fona)

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting the world with groggy blinks. Fona looked around herself: in front of her was a small -surprisingly sturdy- cardboard counter, all around her were small piles of unbroken toys, dull knives, a spear head, an empty water dispenser, and so much more. Behind her was a brick wall, painted shabbily like a sky. The wall slowly fell into a different room in the far corner.