Reconciliation

Chapter 3: Home

Banner: Ok, we're here...

Ollie: Have you finally got everything out of your system you little rascal?

Spamton just glared daggers at the orange addison.

Ollie: I'll, take that as a yes...

Flash: Man I'm tired, how long have we been out there?

Banner: Well, we started searching at 4, so, like, about a little more than an hour...

Flash: Welp, I'm exhausted, I think I'm just gonna go to bed now. See you losers in the morning...

Ollie: Hey at least take a shower before-

Aaaand he's gone... Well I suppose Spamton can take a bath in the meantime.

Spamton: I'M GOOD, [Thank you for your service!]

Popup: Uh- Yeah, no. I'm sorry but I don't want the smell of rotting garbage intoxicating our house.

Banner elbowed the 'fancy' pink program before she could go any further about Spamton's bad hygiene.

Banner: (Popup-!)

Popup: (What?! Am I wrong-!?)

Ollie: Oh will you guys just stop acting like children already and start thinking about what's really important here!

The blue program blushed out of embarrassment.

Banner: Right- sorry...

Ollie: And Popup, could you at least be a little nicer? He's already been through a lot...

Popup suddenly felt a pang of guilt, he wouldn't be living in the dumpster if they were only there for him...

Ollie: Ok, now with that out of the way, Spamton, you need to take a bath. You might catch a disease if you don't.

Spamton: SO. NOT LIKE YOU WOULD CARE!

The orange program just rolled their eyes in response and gave up trying to find a peaceful approach, he's never gonna cave in unless he forces him.

Spamton: HEY- HE-Y HEY–!! [Hands off!] THE MERCHANDISE!!!

Ollie: Just. Let. Us. Help. You!

After the orange program dragged Spamton into the bathtub, he started undressing him.

Spamton: WHAT THE F- [Fifty-percent off!] ARE YOU DOING!?!?!

Ollie: Spam- We're ad programs, it's not like we have genitals.

Spamton simply grumbled in response, there was no getting out of this. Once Ollie set his mind on something, there was no stopping him.

Ollie: Now hold still so we can finish faster.

Spamton just sat there waiting for this nightmare to be over. This was humiliating and down right insulting for the white addison. He hated being treated like a child, he hated the feeling of others pitying him. He can take care of himself! Why can't they just accept that? It's not like they cared before, so why now?

Before he knew it, his bath was over.

Ollie: Alright, you can come out now...

Ollie: So... How ya feelin'?

Spamton: I'm feeling [Breath of Fresh Squidward]...

After a few seconds of awkward silence the orange program finally spoke up.

Ollie: So, I'm feeling a bit tired right now and it's gettin' pretty late... You wanna take the guest room? And before you ask, no you cannot go back to your dumpster...

The orange program displayed a look of displeasure as he uttered the words 'dumpster.' Were they really that horrible that Spamton would rather take his chances with a dumpster instead of reaching for help...

Spamton just stayed silent, still not trusting his former ex-friend.

The orange program just let out a long sigh... Seems like it was gonna take a lot more to get through to him, he always was very stubborn...

Ollie: Alright well, uh, goodnight I guess, and... God Dammit I can't take this anymore! Look! I'm sorry! We all are! Just, please, give us a chance...

Spamton thought for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing came out.

After even more seconds of awkward silence Spamton sighed and eventually broke the silence.

Spamton: I... Guess I'll give it a [[BIG SHOT]]...

Ollie let out a sigh of relief, Spamton knew there was already no way of getting out of this, and even if he did try to escape he'd be too short to reach the doorknob or a window... And living here won't be too bad, he thought, at least he won't have to pay rent.

Spam and Ollie walked into the guest room, Ollie was just watching Spam struggling trying to get on the bed.

Ollie: Need help?..

Spamton: *grumbling* yeah...

Ollie let out a small chuckle before lifting him up onto the warm, cozy bed.

Ollie: There, comfy?

Spamton; Yeah yeah, whatever.

Ollie left the room after turning out the lights and muttering the words 'Goodnight.'

It might take time for Spamton to fully trust them again, but right now, he's willing to give it a chance...