Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

The Other Sky

You leave the mansion through the main entrance for what you come to realize is the first time. You remember coming in this way on first arrival, but you stayed inside while you worked for Queen. When you were evicted, the Swatchlings took you out through a service exit. Obviously the next time you arrived wasn't a typical entrance, either. Every single time you've been out in this world, it's been hurried, panicked, rushed, escorted... But now, it's just you and your thoughts.

So seeing the city in the distance, glittering and stretching out across the horizon...

It's beautiful. 

The carpeted walkway out of the mansion gives you time to take it all in. You see the pulsing green grid across the blue-black sky, same as you did when you first fell into the Cyber World, but this time it feels more... like home. There aren't stars like there are back in the Light World, but that neon grid gives you that same feeling of nostalgia and comfort the other sky did once upon a time. 

The... other sky. A blue expanse, lit by the sun and decorated with clouds. Things you've never once seen in the Cyber World. Not in the sky, not in books, not in advertisements, nothing.

So how does Spamton know what it looks like?

Dread pools in your belly at the memory of the mural in his shop. 

You hardly even understand the implications of that knowledge. How much does he know about the Light World? What sort of secrets are buried in his filing system?

You know he's sick, and you have to hurry, but... you're going to the Trash Zone anyway. It wouldn't hurt to make a detour, would it?

With more determination in your stride, you walk the winding path to the Trash Zone.

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The labyrinth feels smaller, this time. It's still a confusing web of alleyways and dead ends, but when you see Spamton's dumpster, you're filled with a certain confidence and ease. The filthy but familiar metal helps to center your sense of direction. Unlike your first encounter with it, now it makes you feel... safe. It offered you comfort and security when you needed it. It did the same for Spamton, too. And the fact that he cuddled with you for the first time there... 

You don't really have the time for this.

You linger on the dumpster for only a moment longer, and then you're on your way to the bridge.

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There it is.

The pile of trash where you fell.

The pile of trash where you met him.

You pick your way past garbage bags and stray scraps, going around the pile and towards the hole in the bridge's supports. Glitching green signs blink to life around you, guiding you further in. You cast one look at the wall behind you, noting how some of Spamton's posters had fallen, before you return to your goal.

As you slip into that darkness, your eyes adjust, revealing the familiar dump where Spamton's shop is huddled. The husk of old cars lay buried in the debris surrounding it, same as ever. The smell of metal scrap and food waste permeates the air. Everything is just as you left it.

You turn the knob on the metal door. It takes some pushing to open, making a harsh squeak as it goes, but at least it opens at all. 

The room is dark.

Remembering the lightbulb, you reach out and wave your hand until it meets a thin chain. When you pull on it, the lightbulb flickers to life, casting light across Spamton's desk, his piles of vaguely-organized trash, and more importantly, his mural.