Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Diplomatic Ties

Your hands tremble as you stare him down. Payton's smile is kind in the most nondescript, ordinary way. If you saw him on the street, you're sure you would forget him in an instant. But the way he looks at you so politely set against the way Spamton curls up in the back of his cage and cries, you don't think you'll ever forget this exact moment.

"What did you do?" You growl at him. You ignore his hand and step down from the boat on your own, forcing him to step back.

"Oh, come on, I told you not to stress. Really, he's just dramatic like that," he sighs, folding his hands at his waist. Exasperation creeps into his voice, but his professionalism never drops.

"What did you do?" Your voice rises to a snarl, and you take another step towards him. You can't tell if it's the fumes from the acid or the hate rising in your throat that has you almost dizzy.

"He-e-ey, you two! Why don't we just take a minute to cool our jets, and then-" Clipton tries to step between you, but Noelle grabs his arm to hold him back, letting you continue. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes watering, but still, she does her best to help.

Payton smiles. 

"I'm stronger than you think, Lightner. I don't want to hurt you." He tilts his head and taps his cheek, all cheer and innocence. There's no menace in his tone, but there doesn't need to be.

He's threatening you.

You're going to kill him.

Summoning that heat you felt when fighting Noelle, you thrust your hand into your chest. Unlike the playful sort of anger you felt then, you feel nothing but a deep loathing for the man in front of you. The flaming sword you draw out this time is a vivid, crackling yellow. 

"So immature," he sighs.

You scream and rush at him, swinging your sword wildly. A gentle orange pop-up ad- similar to the ones you saw Clipton use- appears in front of you, blocking your attack. Your sword bounces off uselessly.

It dissipates in a flash. Payton flicks his wrist, and before you know it, your yellow soul is tugged from your chest and into the open air. 

"Do I need to knock some sense into you, hm? Or do you get it yet?"

You hesitate, but out of the corner of your eye, you see Spamton. He's peering at you from his cage, hair frazzled and glasses full of static. You can see singe marks on his suit, and- 

You seethe.

There are burns on his face.

No, there's not a chance that you're letting this fucker go unpunished.

Heat flares up in the air around you. You swear you can see sparks flicker around your soul. Blood boiling, you dash forward and swing again. Your sword cuts through the air in a blazing arc.

Payton sidesteps your blade. He throws his hands forward and glittering ribbons shoot out, wrapping around your sword and ripping it out of your hands. It loses its form and flickers out the moment you're no longer touching it.

Undeterred, you raise your fists.

"I'm gonna say it again. I didn't want to do this, but you're being difficult." A ribbon lashes forward, smacking your knuckles. It stings, but it's an otherwise weak hit. "Last warning."

"Fuck. You," you hiss. You pull back your arm, aiming to hit him right in his stupid face.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Ribbons appear from all over Payton's body, all darting forward and whipping across any bare skin they can reach. While at first it just stings, the blows get harder, leaving raw red marks.