Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

First Aid

Finally coming down from the adrenaline rush, exhaustion settles over you. Your body is sore from all kinds of wounds. Noelle hadn't fully healed you after your fight with Payton, and with your battle wounds from the cage, you're feeling all kinds of pain. There are still spots of metal on your knuckles which have cooled and hardened on your skin, irritating the burns beneath them. Blisters of varying sizes leave the rest of your knuckles a wasteland.

"I know I said no healing before, but things are starting to hurt a little more," you say, uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, it's like I told you. I don't have any energy left... Let me rest for a bit and I'll help, I promise," Noelle apologizes.

"Let me [Eye Spy]." Spamton reaches for your hands.

You let him take your hands. The static in his eyes fades slightly, faint color growing. But as he examines each one, he looks at you with growing worry.

"Now, I'm no [[what's up, Doc?]], but on your [[GET CLEAR SKIN INSTANTLY!!!]], this will definitely leave a [market value] if you don't get help soon."

He reaches into his pockets, pulling out the miniature version of himself you've seen twice before. "Let me [First Aid]."

He places his key into its back and winds it up, but it barely responds.

He glares at it and twists the key again.

"Come on, you [[Little Rascals]]...!"

Its wings flutter weakly, but inevitably stop short. At the same time, its halo sputters to glowing life, but that, too, dies off quickly. The little cherub lies limply in his hands.

"What's wrong with it?" Noelle peers at it curiously. "And... What is it supposed to do?"

"It's my heals [on wheels]," he explains.

He twists the key once more. 

No response.

"It's supposed to [[WORK SMARTER NOT HARrDER]], but- Oh! Oh. I must've [spent] all of my energy trying to... Well. Point being, this [lil' fella] isn't going to be any help."

Reluctantly, he tucks the doll back into his coat. 

"I'm sorry. I need to rest, too."

"It's okay. I'll be fine," you say with a smile, but the heat of your burn leaves you wincing instead. 

"Gosh, that looks bad..." She fiddles with her hands, looking to Spamton for direction. "Are you sure there's nothing we can do, Mr...."

"Oh! That's right, I was introducing you two!" Setting aside your pain for a moment, you gesture between the two. "Noelle, this is Spamton."

She smiles politely. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Spamton!"

He chuckles in reply. The sound is world-weary but proud, aging him drastically from the quirky, ageless sort of guy he usually presents himself as.

"[Mr.], huh... I'll take it!" The audio clip he uses is taken directly from what Noelle said. It's odd to listen to her voice from his mouth. It leaves you wondering about the origins of his other glitches, but you don't have time to think about it- He's jumping right into action, starting his own overly-enthusiastic introduction.

"It's a pleasure [[2]] finally [Parking Meter] you, [[FRosted Flak3s]]!! I've been [died] to [Chat Rooms] with you since that little [cannolioli] with [[Take Me To YourYour LEader]]. You've got that [SPAR/K], that [Fir]-ice, that raw potential for [sirius violense] that I like in a [[Underling]]!!" He laughs brightly and offers her his hand.