Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Thalassophobia

You scoop Spamton up into your arms. He curls in against you, weakly gripping your shirt.

"It's going to be okay," you say in hushed tones. "It's going to be okay. I'm here."

You lift him up, turning back to Noelle.

"Let's go."

Without another word, you walk to your boat. You can hear Noelle's footsteps behind you as she races to catch up.

"Y-Y/N, you're hurt, right? I- Um, I could... I could smell it. Let me heal you?"

You step up onto the boat, making sure that Spamton is secure as you pass over the acid. He lets out a pitiful whimper at the sight of it. Static and corrupted audio files corrupt the sound, leaving it almost unrecognizable.

You gesture for Noelle to join you, and she does. 

"Push us off?"

"Oh! Yes! Sorry." She steps back out and carefully pushes her hoof against the island, pushing your boat further out into the acid.

The searing pain across your knuckles is nothing compared to the aching in your heart as you look at Spamton in your lap.

Those burns you saw before aren't quite as bad as you had thought, at least. From the small amount of his face you can see, none of the marks are particularly deep. The worst you see is some small discolored splotches.

You run your fingers across one of these marks and find that the texture of it isn't quite like the surrounding area. It's rough, and when you examine it more closely, you notice small, hardened bubbles. 

You were wrong.

The only thing that could leave this kind of damage is the acid around you. Knowing he's been trapped surrounded by it, knowing that he's been touched by it, knowing that it's the reason he was changed into who he is now...

"I'm so sorry," you whisper to him, not knowing if he hears you or not. They're the only words left.

"Let me heal you before it gets any worse, please." Noelle steps closer to you, rocking the boat slightly.

Spamton's grip tightens in a way that would be painful if not for your armor. He hooks his fingers under your chestplate, clinging on as though his life depends on it.

"St0PP nONOn0NonNO d-[[DOn't]] [[TAKE THE DEAL]] My [Furnitu7e] pL3as3 I'll be SO I'll b3 so I'll be-" His voice loops over and over again until it cuts off with the sound of a sickening crunch. You can't tell if it's an audio effect or if something has genuinely broken inside of him.

"No," you say to Noelle, voice sharp. "I'm not the one who needs it."

"But Y/N, it'll get worse, I'm t-telling you, a-and I don't have enough energy for both of you-"

"Please, Noelle. I'm not the one who needs it," you repeat. "He's been hurt, and I just- Please." Desperation creeps into your voice, leaving you at Noelle's mercy.

"I... O-okay."

You can feel the cold in the air, but the crystallized magic she sends towards you settles on Spamton alone. He writhes at the feeling, gasping and crying out. You hold him close to you, keeping him as still as you can.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just stay still, it'll help." You whisper the words to him, watching as frost coats his ivory not-quite-skin. It melts quickly and soaks into him in the way that only magic can.

 "PL3aSe p[[LeaS$es]] [P]{P]le@$e- NoNON0ono Don'7 HU&t [[MP3 PLAY3R$$]]-" His pleading crumbles into wordless sobbing. 

"You're safe. No one's going to hurt you, Spam. I'm right here." Gently, you run your fingers through his disheveled hair. You keep the motions smooth and rhythmic. Timing it along with your breathing, you slowly bring him down from the panic.